The scene seemed eerie—the hammer in the sky grew larger and larger. The girl moved noticeably faster than the boy, her face bright with joy, while the boy looked utterly defeated. Indeed, it was Qin Feng and Qingya. The hammer expanded so swiftly that though they didn’t have time to raise their heads, the shadow it cast, blocking the sunlight, moved faster than their own steps. Boom— A tremendous roar erupted, sending a thick cloud of dust swirling. Hmph. Qin, the young noble, staggered out of the dust, coughing up dirt and ash. Qingya chuckled softly beside him, “You almost got crushed by the very hammer you threw—consider yourself the first in the realm of cultivation. I’ll certainly promote your feat.” “What’s in it for you?” he shot her a withering glance, scoffing. “You’re hardly the first to fail to act when someone’s in peril. If you insist on publicizing this, I’ll go along—but only if you tell the truth, okay?” Hmph. Qingya rolled her eyes at him again. The two turned around and gasped—my goodness! The Hou Tian hammer was over thirty meters long, and the crater it had created was as vast as an artificial lake. "Wow... this is absolutely incredible," she murmured. "Haha, no wonder it's such a great asset!" Qin said, beaming and gesturing excitedly. "Next time we meet the demonic forces, I won't even need to get close to fight. I just need to throw the hammer and one well-placed strike will knock out an entire enemy—wah-ha-ha!" His eyes suddenly caught the faint glow emanating from where the hammer head met the handle, and without hesitation, he leaped toward it. Upon closer inspection, he found several lines of inscriptions, each about the size of a clenched fist. The script, however, was unfamiliar—unlike any he had seen before—strange in form, resembling tadpoles. "Boss, come over here and take a look—what kind of script is this?" he called back. "There's writing," Qingya said, first startled, then quickly rushing over, her eyes widening in surprise. "This is ancient script—older than the oracle bone script of our Chinese civilization by "Ancient script." "Yes, called 'frogspawn script' or 'Sacred Script.' "She nodded. "This was the writing system from the age of the Primordial Chaos. Even the Immortal Realm abandoned it long ago." Qin Shaohui rolled his eyes, thinking—If even the Immortal Realm has stopped using it, then no one must recognize it. "I've studied this type of script extensively. I recognize all these characters." She spoke calmly and composedly. "Excellent!" Qin Shaohui was thrilled, yet a quiet sense of frustration lingered—he had expected her to mention it earlier, especially since he had come to her with a request. Of course, he didn't want to show his displeasure, so he smiled warmly and said, "Head Officer, you truly are a scholar of ancient knowledge. Remarkable! Could you please tell me what these characters mean?" The elegant Inspector, observing his humble and respectful demeanor, raised her chin with a proud air. "I can tell you what they mean, but I won't be responsible for how they're punctuated." "Perfect," he replied, confident that he could manage that himself. He chuckled and pulled out the brush and scroll from the case. Qingya began reciting word by word: "Haotian... chui... fa... the first form... one strike to break the sky." Qin Shao wrote rapidly, amazed that the characters on the scroll were actually a martial arts manual—this was truly excellent news, as he no longer had to limit himself to just throwing the Haotian Chui at his opponents. The text was somewhat awkward, especially when it came to the actual techniques of the chui-fa; it made sense now why Qingya had initially delegated the task of breaking the sentences. He would likely need to consult Hou Bao on this matter, even though he didn't practice martial arts himself, his scholarly expertise in classical Chinese literature had already surpassed that of many renowned professors. The entire scroll contained three hundred and twenty-four characters, with the chui-fa divided into six forms: the first, "One Strike to Break the Sky"; the second, "Revolutionary Sky Strike"; the third, "Thundering Lightning Chui"; the fourth, "Shaking Heaven and Earth"; the fifth, "Hell's Blood Chui"; and the sixth, "The Way of Infinite Perfection." "Qin Feng "Qingya noticed his excitement and asked, 'Why not study it?' He looked up at the beautiful监察使, saying, 'I find it a bit difficult.' She shook her head and replied, 'These three hundred plus characters are so archaic—they don't match today's writing or modern understanding at all. I suggest you proceed with caution. After all, this is a divine weapon left behind by the Emperor of the Heavens. Its power is undeniable, but if you practice incorrectly, it could easily backfire.' Qin lightly raised an eyebrow and said, 'You mean, you're talking about a case of burning the vital energy and entering the realm of madness.' 'Exactly,' she nodded. 'How many disciples did the Emperor of the Heavens have? He trained many, yet not one of them could successfully wield his Heavenly Hammer. This already speaks volumes.' After pausing for a few seconds, he said, 'Rest assured. Until I fully understand the secret manual, I won't begin practicing hastily.' 'Agreed,' Qingya said, rarely showing such concern for him. He chuckled: "Boss, you've seen it yourself—my flying sword was suddenly destroyed without any apparent reason. Now I can barely manage the most basic task of riding it. Shouldn't you send me a new one? I'm not taking advantage of the situation at all. Without my sword, how can I carry out the tasks you assigned me earlier? Hehe." Qingya narrowed her eyes: "You, you've actually managed to squeeze me! Did you not know that I—?" "Of course," he casually mentioned the truth. "You're a real iron-hearted hen, never giving a penny." "Wait a minute," the beautiful woman's eyes widened even further. "Really? In your eyes, I'm that kind of person? I was even planning to give you a fine flying sword. Well, if that's the case, then I won't." Ah, Qin was now completely at a loss—had he misunderstood something? He quickly smiled and said: "I was just joking, Boss. You're so generous—how could you possibly be an iron-hearted hen? It's just a joke, just a joke!" "But I really did." The beautiful监察使 spoke seriously. "Uh." He really wanted to give himself a solid slap, but upon reflection, he realized it wasn't entirely his fault. You've always been a miser—didn't I say so? When did you change your nature? Why didn't you even let me know? My flying sword, my flying sword. With a thick face, he smiled and said, "Seriously, how could you possibly be a miser?" "Then who is?" Qingya asked immediately. He squared his shoulders and pointed a thumb at himself. "I am. That should do it." "Alright, that's better. Now explain why you're a miser. If you do a good job, I'll give you my flying sword. If you fail to convince me, well—good luck keeping your hair." Qin, his heart nearly broke. He'd always been so generous, so magnanimous—just this once, please—yet to get that flying sword, he had to stammer, "We've known each other for so long. All I've ever given you are a few thousand young medicinal seedlings and a few dozen bottles of top-tier elixirs. Isn't that "Hehe, so it sounds like you haven't given me anything better." "Hmm." Feeling like I've been had, somehow.