?Qi Ying originally had planned to rest a while. But when Qin Feng gladly accepted her assigned task, she felt doubtful. In her view, it was truly unusual—given how well she knew Qin Feng, even if he didn’t refuse, he should at least have shown some reluctance. That would have been the expected behavior. She had overthought it. Qin, the eldest son, had simply been out of energy and needed a place to expend it. As someone with a dynamic, imaginative mind, he naturally wouldn’t follow someone else’s arrangements rigidly, because doing so would make him feel creatively constrained. He believed that only by incorporating his own ideas could a task truly be perfect. Thus, instead of heading directly to the southwest, he flew eastward toward the city’s outskirts. Qingya smiled with an air of mystery, murmuring, "I knew it—He completely ignored her words. That's simply too rude. I won't let him get away with it if he plans to do anything wrong. I'll make sure to find out before he even knows." Driven by curiosity, she decided not to confront him directly, but instead to follow quietly behind, waiting to see what would unfold. Qin Shao chose this location because, during his promotion, he had unintentionally sensed a subtle energy fluctuation emanating from here. When a cultivator reaches a new level, their perception of the external world reaches its peak—especially at higher levels—though most people are unaware of this phenomenon and never take it seriously, as they are more focused on the joy that follows the promotion. Since he had sensed it, he felt it was necessary to go and investigate. Honestly, in terms of curiosity, he wasn't far behind Qingya. Flying steadily eastward, he spotted numerous passengers with their phones, tilting their heads upward to take photos of him. Not that he looked down on them—he truly believed his iPhone was a miracle device. With his swift flight speed, how could anyone possibly catch up and capture clear shots? Indeed, many passengers failed to snap any photos along the way. Yet soon, they spotted another person soaring through the sky—a beautiful woman. They continued filming… but still, nothing came out. Since the existence of cultivators was no longer a secret, it was essential to make a grand entrance when the time came; otherwise, people would call it pretentious. Qin, such a genuinely kind and modest young man, certainly wouldn’t settle for such a display. Even if the handsome man went unnoticed, the beautiful woman remained unphotographed—then what good was he? A series of phone drops echoed throughout. One passenger, particularly frustrated, shattered his budget-brand phone with a forceful throw, muttering, “It’s always the crucial moments that fail. I’m going to buy the latest model of iPhone right now.” "Pop... A crisp sound rang out beside him. He looked carefully and instantly widened his eyes, exclaiming, "Man, are you saying you can't even get a clear shot?" The man nodded, saying, "Nothing's coming into focus. Man, I'm heading right out to buy a high-speed camera and stay here every day waiting for something." Wow, what a wealthy guy—such a true luxury enthusiast. The man who'd dropped his mid-range phone regretted it instantly. He'd known he was just a regular builder, yet insisted on mimicking that fancy "Love Frenzy" app. Ugh. Fifteen minutes later, Qin Feng arrived at a site resembling a desert, where the ground was covered in stones and sparse vegetation. "Whoa," he said, "I can't believe the energy fluctuations are coming from here. Did I maybe mix up the location?" He surveyed the surroundings, still pondering as he walked in, wondering if it might be some ancient artifact left behind by a sage—something that could finally make him rich. Upon arriving here, his heart sank immediately. It was said that places with divine artifacts were always filled with spiritual energy—whether the scenery was picturesque or not, there should surely be streams and bridges, right? How could this place be so barren? Qingya stood aside, puzzled, murmuring, "What on earth is he trying to do? Is he perhaps... urinating? Does his home lack a bathroom? To fly out over a hundred kilometers just for that? Indeed, she's quite perceptive. Yet, who could have expected that this very place—so devoid of life—would naturally lead one to think of 'defecation'? At that moment, Qin Shao's angry voice rang out: "For heaven's sake! Wasting my time! Qin Shao is truly furious—there will be serious consequences!" He was genuinely upset, tossing two explosive items aside to vent his frustration. Boom! Boom! The explosions erupted, sending stones flying in all directions. As he was about to leave, he suddenly felt a strong surge of spiritual energy. I wiped my brow... bent down to take a closer look, and was nearly thrown off the flying sword right then and there. Those were two massive bombs, each weighing five hundred kilograms—definitely capable of creating a huge crater upon impact. Yet now, the scene below was exactly as it had been before the explosion. How could this be? Just a moment ago, the bombs had been flying erratically—so why had everything returned to its original state? Qingya was equally stunned: "How is this possible? Could it be that the presence of a divine artifact is responsible?" To prove that what he had seen wasn't just a fantasy, this time he launched four heavy bombs and carried a wealthy household's divine artifact along with a high-speed camera. Boom! Boom! Boom! As the dust from the explosions settled, the ground below remained unchanged. He pressed the slow-motion button and stared intently at the screen. The bombs had indeed created craters and dislodged several stones, yet within an instant, everything returned to its original condition—as if nothing had ever happened. "Man, this is absolutely mind-blowing!" His eyes widened like saucers, as he murmured to himself, "If this were done every day—blasting stones and selling them as gravel—how much money could one possibly make? It would never run out!" Hearing this, Qingya nearly collapsed to the ground. Blasting stones and selling them as gravel? How could anyone think of such a thing? You'd hardly need money—what a shame! Qin Feng began ascending on his flying sword, only to suddenly realize at two thousand meters' altitude that the barren patch below looked remarkably like a hammer—more precisely, like an axe. In fact, it was somewhere between a hammer and an axe, an oddly shaped form. He chuckled, then smiled wryly. To verify whether it was an ancient divine artifact, the method was actually quite simple: just try the blood-pledge ritual. With a knowing smirk, he began descending. Qingya grew increasingly restless, unsure of what Qin Feng had discovered. She frowned, saying, "Could it be that he's found the secret? Surely not just by chance—his luck isn't that good. Just a casual stroll around should have uncovered the treasure." She had no idea it was Qin Feng who sensed it during his promotion—keyly, the western capital city is quite close here. If he had promoted in the Central Plains province or in the capital itself, he certainly wouldn’t have sensed it. As his feet pressed firmly onto the stone ground, the flying sword began drilling into the stone. With the sword spinning at high speed, a hole quickly formed on the stone surface, sending a fine dust of gray powder swirling into the air. He knelt down, watching as the flying sword fully penetrated the stone. Eventually, a clear "crack" sound came from below, signaling that the sword had reached the end and could no longer advance.