? Qin Feng flicked his wrist and in his palm appeared a sharp dagger. Without hesitation, he lightly sliced his left index finger. A crisp sound of metal on metal echoed—remarkably, it wasn't just a faint whisper. It seemed that upgrading wasn't always a blessing; getting a drop of blood out was proving quite a challenge! He pressed harder, finally making a clean cut. From her concealed spot, Qingya could no longer remain calm. She leapt up, shouting, "Qin Feng, are you mad? You haven't even figured out what this thing is—there's clearly a risk!" "Ah?" Qin was startled by the sudden outburst. He hadn't realized his friend had been followed the entire time. Indeed, without even understanding what this was, he had simply decided to try the blood-to-identify method—rather thoughtless of him. He wanted to withdraw his finger, but the droplets had already slipped down, landing precisely in the circular opening. "By the way, that's surprisingly accurate—please, don't let anything go wrong!" He also jumped up from the ground. Hmph… A thick stream of white vapor erupted from the circular opening, powerful enough to nearly knock him off his feet. The ground beneath him roared, shaking with the force. He struggled to steady himself, yet could not help but sway in rhythm with the tremors, much like a small boat tossed about in a vast ocean. Qingya soared upward, gazing down. The once-steady stone ground began to warp and twist, as if twisted by the hands of two giant beings—some areas rising sharply, others sinking deeply into depressions. "Qin! Don't you dare stay here—do you want to die?" she called out, her voice light and sharp. Qin, struggling to keep upright, strained to speak through gritted teeth: "I'd love to, but my flying sword hasn't come out yet—it seems stuck inside. How am I supposed to fly?" "Honestly, you should have said so earlier!" the beautiful inspector swooped down. As she descended, she felt intense fluctuations of spiritual energy striking her like the biting cold wind of winter. If not for her high rank, her body would have been completely out of control long ago. Reaching out with her right arm, she tried to grasp Qin Shao's collar and pull him up. But at that moment, the stone beneath Qin Feng's feet suddenly rose upward, and Qingya's arm naturally wrapped around his waist, while he instinctively wrapped his arms around her neck. Hmph. The beautiful Inspector hadn't anticipated such a turn of events. Though somewhat flustered, she maintained the prearranged flight path, steadily ascending while moving forward. It took several seconds before she realized she had been outmaneuvered, and then she shouted sharply, "Qin! Let go!" "Sir, I said, 'Save the person and carry them all the way!' If you let me down now, I'll either break my bones or be crushed by the stones below—can you really be that heartless?" he cried out. Don't hold on to me! "Didn't I just hold you tightly and then you dropped me? Hey, how could you let go? That's dangerous!" He didn't let go at all—he held her even tighter. "Qin Feng, you—" Seeing the beauty about to lose her temper, he quickly added, "Head, I didn't mean to take advantage of you. But it was sudden—saving a life is worth building seven pagodas, right? Please don't throw me down!" Though his brother had already reached the Yuan Sheng stage, the lady was at her peak—just one well-aimed slap from her and he'd be in serious trouble. Qingya said with a scowl, "Then you're not to move a muscle, not to eat a single tofu, or else I'll kill you!" "Don't worry, I promise—heh heh…" Roar—roar— The ground surged with a thick mix of dust and stone powder, spreading rapidly and soon completely covering the area. Whizz— Qingya and Qin Feng emerged from the smoke and dust, looking rather dusty and unimpressive. Reaching the safe zone, she kicked without hesitation. "Aahh! Aahh!" Qin Shao waved his arms wildly as his body flew backward. Damn, she's really fierce! I just wanted to give you a little gentle touch—hadn't even gotten around to acting yet—and now I've taken a solid kick. What a blow! He finally ended up hanging from a tree, looking miserable and lifting his head with a groan. "Qingya, what are you doing? Are you really that eager to save me? That's way too excessive!" "That's exactly how I save people," the beautiful Inspector said, tightening her lips. Seeing his clear dissatisfaction, she added, "I'll take your complaints, but I'm too busy to listen." "I'm going to give you a good dressing-down!" Qin Shao stormed up to give her a solid punch to the backside, but fearing he wouldn't be able to land a strong blow, he settled for it. Actually, what he really cared about was what had happened in that area. Now, looking at it, the dust had mostly cleared, but it was still hard to make out. "By the gods!" "He snapped out another complaint, saying that you must have already lost contact with the flying sword—there's only one explanation: the sword has been destroyed. Qingya glanced at him, then took off again. When she looked down from above and saw clearly what had happened, her eyes widened in astonishment. "Head guy, stop just staring at yourself! Tell me what you see!" he said, sounding dissatisfied. "I've got no time for you! You want to watch yourself jump, or just walk over there yourself?" she retorted. How could he possibly play this game? He could barely clear fifty meters—what good would that do? And walking over there? That's a long way! Besides, what if another quake like the one we had before strikes again? Will she still save me then? Definitely not—unless her head's actually been kicked by a donkey. Fine, then—I'm not rushing. I'll just wait patiently until the dust settles completely. Whatever it is, it'll have soaked my blood. You won't be able to take it away from me. Let me enjoy it first, and then I'll have you gasping in surprise when it's all over." He sat alone on a clean stone, quite shamelessly crossing his legs. A while later, the soft murmurs of the beautiful Inspector came from above: "How is this possible? It looks so much like the legendary Hao Tian Hammer! It simply can't be. How could the great Hao Tian Emperor, so renowned, leave his signature weapon behind in the mortal world? Especially in this land—so deeply scorned by the entire cultivation realm—this is utterly astonishing." Indeed, it's true that this land is deeply despised. First, the cultivation realm here has gone without any ascensions for an exceptionally long time. Second, the environment has been so severely polluted that the spiritual energy has dwindled to a point that's truly alarming. Otherwise, how could Qingya, a newly appointed Inspector, possibly lead the cultivation realm? The reason is simply that no one holds this place in high regard—she's ended up with a convenient opportunity. Under normal circumstances, a newly appointed censor would need to undergo at least several decades of apprenticeship before actually beginning to work. Qin glanced at his eyes, thinking—what on earth? The Heavenly Sky Hammer, right? Sounds impressive, but who exactly is the Heavenly Sky? Someone from the cultivation realm or the immortality realm? He couldn't help but stand up and start running toward that direction, determined to see it for himself.