A small group of magical beings, almost instantly, the group of originally intending to surrender now stared wide-eyed at the figures floating in the air above them, their expressions somewhat complex. The beautiful Commissioner felt pleased and said to Qin Feng, "See? They're all worshipping us now. Saving people from peril truly is a satisfying thing." "I don't think so," he observed more deeply, having experienced more, sensing that the group's expressions were too complex—they mustn't simply be in awe. "Well, listen to me!" The woman spoke fluently in a foreign language, her voice resonant. "Ladies and gentlemen, there's no need for you to worry anymore. We've defeated the magical beings, proving they are not invincible. You don't need to thank us—this is exactly what we should have done." "Shut up!" The elderly man who had previously negotiated with the magical beings cut her off sharply, his voice firm. "Chinamen, what chance do we have left if you do this?" "Qingya narrowed her eyes: 'What does that mean?' The elder pointed at her with a finger: 'After all, the magical race has finally accepted our surrender. Though they will enslave us, at least we can survive. If you now kill them, they will surely turn their fury upon us. Will we still have a chance to live?' Another elder added: 'Exactly. Once you've eliminated them, you can simply walk away. What about us?' Immediately, a fiery elderly woman spoke up: 'The Chinese—aren't you deliberately doing this? Did you even consider our feelings before taking action? Now, not one of us will survive. All this is due to your two actions. You must keep us here. When the magical forces arrive, we'll be able to make our case to them.' 'Yes, we must stay. You must clearly explain to the magical race that this has nothing to do with us.' 'When you attacked, my relatives also perished. How will you account for that?' Staring at the group of indignant faces, Qingya was completely taken aback. How could this be? We've saved you—didn't you thank us at least? Now, instead of gratitude, they're saying such harsh things. What does "you must stay and explain everything to the demonic race" mean? Do we really need to explain ourselves to them? Even if we want to explain, will they listen? Observing her helpless demeanor, Qin Shao sighed, "See? This is the ugly side of human nature. What does it mean to do a good deed and be treated like a fool? What does it mean when a dog bites the guest Lu Dongbin? These people have already given the most vivid examples." Qingya exclaimed angrily, "Then, are they willing to become slaves to the demonic race, rather than fight for their freedom?" "They've been so frightened," Qin Shao shook his head, "No matter what you say, they won't listen. They'd rather live like ants, enduring their lives in humility, than die with their dignity intact." "Then what should we do?" she asked. "Hehe, really do you want to stay here and help them clear things up with the demonic forces?" He chuckled, tossing at random a circular object—a small nuclear missile. The missile landed at the highest point of the ruins, and he said coldly, "Listen carefully now. You have two choices. First, detonate the missile immediately—everyone here will die within a single second, without any pain. Second, wait for the demonic forces to arrive, then detonate the missile and perish alongside them." Qingya tugged at his sleeve. "Which one will they choose?" Qin Feng answered with confident assurance. "Neither. They'll choose a third option." "A third one?" Qingya expressed her confusion. "Watch and you'll see," he said mysteriously, deliberately holding back. At first, the group cast envious and resentful glances their way, then sighed. Soon after, they all turned around and walked briskly away. In the end, everyone had left—some heading toward the city exit, others taking shelter behind cover—no one remained. Qingya finally understood, watching him and saying, "This is the third option." "Exactly. They no longer have any desire to fight; their only thought is to survive." He retrieved the nuclear missile he had just launched. "Well, I give up." ... At the Xianhu Palace, Master Chen Juhua, the palace's chief, looked deeply satisfied. Standing on the gallery, he watched the courtyard below. There, Chen Jie was diligently practicing the use of his golden rice bowl. Before him, six true immortals of varying levels launched spells one after another, all of which were effortlessly absorbed by the bowl. For years, he had never seen his son so dedicated—his initial discomfort over losing the Thunder Pearl had completely vanished. "You're not even up to par," said Huahua Brother, sounding rather displeased. "Raise the intensity of the attacks by double." All six of the true immortals were servants of the Xianhu Mansion. They looked hesitant—this was the third time the young lord had requested an increased pace. Initially, they had hoped to simply accompany him, like scholars attending to a prince, but over time, they realized he was serious. How could they possibly improve further when they had already given their best? Still, the young lord had his demands—no matter how hard they had to press, they had to comply. It was one thing to offend the mansion’s master, but if they displeased Chen Jie, they would truly be in trouble. The six exchanged glances and simultaneously cast spells, causing their floating treasures to emit vibrant, seven-colored light. "Excellent!" Chao Tao exclaimed with delight. His golden rice bowl spun swiftly, successfully absorbing the incoming spell. Yet he was not satisfied with this result. Frowning slightly, he focused his mind, and the bowl instantly expanded, then hurled itself toward the six of them. The six were startled. The most agile of them had already begun to sprint, but it was too late—caught by the bowl, they were now securely held, both bodies and their treasures encased. Tao Hua is absolutely thrilled—now I see how many functions the golden bowl has! If I had known this earlier, I wouldn’t have suffered such a crushing defeat in our last battle against the general-level demon forces. Now, I’ve got a solid backing, and who do I need to fear?