In the sky, Qin Feng stepped on a flying sword with a rustic, ancient design. It was clearly no ordinary sword, yet he showed no joy—once again proving that Qingya never settles for less. As a paragon of frugality, offering such a fine sword wasn't a mere gesture; it came with a price. Qin had to pay the equivalent of one hundred premium healing pills, twenty pills of spirit-strengthening and qi-concentrating herbs, and an additional twenty high-grade anti-aging pills. The first one hundred and twenty were straightforward—used for healing and cultivation. But what about the anti-aging pills? To that, he was quite direct: "Boss, I'm starting to doubt your age. Are you my sister, my aunt, or perhaps even a grandmother?" In truth, this was already a generous gesture—only guessing at grandmotherhood. The words "old hag" he had been holding back all along, unwilling to utter them. Qingya's reply was, "Whatever you think—Grandma doesn't care. Let me tell you the truth: the Immortal Youth Pill isn't something I've been using. I've been saving it for future use to bribe the immortals in the heavenly realm. After all, I've already reached the peak of the Yuan Sheng stage and am always ready for a celestial ascension." Bribing the immortals. Upon hearing this, his sharp eyes gleamed with interest. It seemed that even the lofty heavenly realm, famed for its supremacy, also lacked such things as the Immortal Youth Pill. That was wonderful—when I finally ascend, I'll surely use these pills to entice the immortals. Haha! Ladies of the heavenly realm, if you wish to remain eternally youthful, here's a premium Immortal Youth Pill—free of charge! Just roll out on the bedspread and you're in for a treat. In a southwestern nation, this region has now become truly vulnerable—everyone, from the high-ranking president to the most ordinary citizen, is trembling and huddled in the shadows, afraid that at any moment, the demonic forces might be displeased and wipe them out entirely. They are the very embodiment of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. In the past, when supported by Americans, they frequently caused trouble for China on the international stage. Now, they've become as timid as quail, retreating into their underground shelters. Before the evacuation, the president had bowed low, pleading for China's assistance—completely reversing his earlier unflattering demeanor, even eager to kneel and call the Chinese his grandfather. Some Chinese military and political leaders, initially proud of their achievements, were on the verge of agreeing. But it was one sentence from Wei Qingtian that finally shattered their hopes. The elder's exact words were: "It's only now that you're remembering to hold China's hand—too late." The president felt deeply frustrated. He had promptly turned to his American master for help, only to receive a response that nearly sent him into a fit of rage. The Americans explained: "Our soldiers have suffered heavily in Europe, so Congress has decided that the U.S. military will only focus on its own nation and will temporarily provide no assistance to any other country or region. After all, we are no match for the magical forces—let’s go seek the Chinese instead. Only they can effectively counter the magical threat." Qin Feng had initially found it hard to understand—why hadn’t the people of this country been attacked, especially since they had suffered losses at the hands of the Chinese? But he quickly grasped the point: rabbits don’t eat the grass right from their own nest. It’s easy to destroy a country, but once it’s gone, the very people who once lived there lose their home. Indeed, the most dangerous place is also the safest. Yet the people living here simply couldn’t see this—they believed that only by distancing themselves and retreating could they ensure their safety. So within a few days, three out of every four million people were wiped out, and the remaining third were all huddled in underground shelters or basements—regardless of their courage. Even the bustling capital, hailed as Southeast Asia's largest tourist destination, had become a true ghost city, with hardly any people visible during the day, only venturing out at night when the more courageous dared. As Qin Feng flew over the capital, he shook his head and murmured, "Since the very rulers themselves no longer wish to keep this place, then you should fulfill their wish—destroy it completely." A familiar, smug smile played on his face as he decided to actively encourage the situation. Soon, he arrived near the Magi's "homeland," underwent a simple disguise to ensure he wouldn't be recognized, and then finally released the subtle aura he had concealed for so long. "A cultivator has arrived," was the first to sense the intruders. Upon opening her eyes, Mei Li signaled to the two dragon sharks on her left. Long Sha understood at once, and turned around, taking the four flying cockroaches with him. Qin Shao had emitted a relatively weak aura; Mei Li assumed the visitors were merely ordinary cultivators and did not need to personally appear—after all, her injuries had not yet fully healed, making it unsuitable for her to engage in combat. A few minutes later, she clearly sensed the intruders retreating in disorder, confirming that they were indeed just scouts. Yet even scouts could not be overlooked—she needed to ensure that the cultivators fundamentally recognized that her great magical race was not easily intimidated, so that they might hesitate before sending anyone else to gather intelligence in the future. This was a clear demonstration meant to set an example, and thus had to be executed with precision. The flying cockroaches and Long Sha received the final orders and pursued Qin Shao. As for who Mei Li currently hates most, it's no longer the Director of the Inspection Department, Lei Feng, the venerable elder—now it's Qin Feng. Just a minor oversight last time, and he had her caught off guard, blasting her repeatedly with small nuclear explosions. Not only did she have no chance to retaliate, but she also sustained injuries that still haven't fully healed. Before closing her eyes to recover, she muttered with growing resentment, "You, young Qin—just wait! Next time, I won't be so gentle with you. I won't let you die so easily. First, I'll beat you senseless, then I'll finish you off." Eight energy spheres simultaneously flew toward Qin Feng, who calmly ducked into the small tripod. The spheres, now losing their target, spun wildly and rose into the air, leveling buildings within a one-kilometer radius. "Wow, impressive! Let's go again!" Qin Shao reappeared, and the six demonic warriors felt tricked, each shouting angrily and launching energy spheres with even greater speed. Boom! Boom! Boom! Explosions rang out continuously, reducing one skyscraper after another and entire streets to rubble, leaving the city in ruins. The President, sheltered in the highest-level underground bunker, and his team of advisors stared in fury at the large screen monitors, clearly seeing their nation's capital being systematically devastated. At this pace, within half an hour, the bustling metropolis would be reduced to a wasteland, and full recovery would take at least several decades.