Hearing Qingya's words, Qin Shao found it extremely hard to grasp. How could someone so consistently unreliable in both speech and actions manage to elevate the Xianhu Palace to such heights and raise a son as accomplished as Chen Jie? The talent of J菊花 (Jiǔ Huā) was truly soaring into the clouds. Qingya continued softly, "This isn't surprising, because Master Chen has a capable, hands-on wife—often hailed as the first mother-tiger in heaven, even surpassing the Queen Mother of the West." "No way, that makes sense," he found it even harder to accept. As a man of solid stature and conviction, he had always doubted women's ability to manage a large family with such precision and to make it not only well-organized but thriving. The beautiful Inspector had to keep explaining, even providing examples: "Why has the Jade Emperor remained firmly seated on the throne of the Heavenly Court? Because his wife is the Queen Mother of the West. Likewise, why has Master Chen achieved such outstanding results with the Xianhu Palace? Because he has a wife who is a true mother-tiger." "Wow, so that's why it is! It makes sense now—his parents must be quite unusual, too. It seems that being unusual actually has a genetic component. Still, no matter how capable a woman is, she can't completely overshadow a man's brilliance, can she? In this regard, Queen Mother is doing quite well. But I'm still curious about the household guardian spirit from the Chen family—what kind of creature is it? Seeing that everyone is staring at him with the same expectant gaze, and his son has even raised questions, Chen Jue realizes his plan isn't quite as flawless as he'd hoped. However, that's not a problem—after all, we've brought our magical artifacts with us. With a wave of his hand, the embroidered box emerges from his storage seal. "This was exchanged with Laojun—its name is the Starweaver, capable of swiftly traversing various star realms to locate the demon clan's stronghold." Chen Jie, not at all impressed, counters, "But the real issue is—once we've found the demon clan's stronghold, what then? With just us, what can we possibly do?" Master Chrysanthemum lifted his shoulders and said, "That's entirely up to you. Let me be honest—Heaven will never initiate war against the demonic realm abruptly. Just as the demons only send troops to Earth to cause trouble and are never bold enough to enter Heaven itself, the current ability of the Heavenly Court to quietly support your operations in the Demon Realm is already quite remarkable. Don't push for too much—otherwise, even this convenience might be withdrawn." He was quite proud of himself: not only had he delivered a clear and logical analysis, but he had also successfully shifted the blame of resentment to the Heavenly Court, thus ensuring no one would hold him accountable. Master Chrysanthemum wiped his brow, a bit embarrassed, saying, "Well, actually, I forgot to ask—there should be something. Even if not, it's a divine artifact obtained from Laojun himself; it can't possibly lack even the most basic functions." He pushed the brocade box forward and said, "Why don't you all take a look and study it yourselves? After all, each of you is a distinguished figure in the heavenly and immortal realms—surely you won't have any trouble with it." Master Lei Feng felt a strong urge to shout at him—what a unreliable old fellow! In truth, Master Chrysanthemum had a good sense of self-awareness. At least, he hadn't handed the artifact directly to his son, because he was well aware that his son wasn't the right kind of material—no matter how long he waited, he'd never manage to fully understand it. Brother Peach also had a clear sense of his own limitations. He never stepped forward to engage. He knew very well that he wasn't the right kind of material. When it came to using magical tools, it was always his father who taught him how to use them—anything beyond that, like Thus, Lei Mingzhu proving more valuable in Qingya's hands than if he were to continue using it. "I'll take a look," Qin Shao volunteered immediately. After all, he could already comprehend such an unusual artifact as the small ding, what could be so difficult about this modest star-sphere? Lei Feng simply handed it over without hesitation—he himself doubted his intelligence. If he weren't smart, there was no point in standing around doing nothing. Upon removing the star-sphere from the silk box, Qin Feng immediately sensed a strong surge of energy. Crafted from an unknown metal, the star-sphere felt substantial in hand, its surface intricately carved with patterns. Though its use was straightforward, he remarked, "Inside, there are countless stars, densely arranged like a stellar domain map, and the images are constantly rotating—watching them feels a bit dizzy. Perhaps Tao Xiang would prefer to try it himself. After all, he's a true immortal." "Chen Jie hadn't even spoken when his father, Chen Juhua, stepped in first: "Since this young brother can see inside, it's definitely your turn to use it. I'll handle the other matters. Division of responsibilities is crucial." Chen Jie immediately added, "Exactly. Qin brother, you take the lead." "That doesn't seem right," he pushed the Star-Weaving Loom outward. "First of all, this is a divine artifact brought by Master Chen. If I use it, it would be inappropriate. Director Zhang, what do you think? How about you take it instead? Honestly, I simply don't feel comfortable." Seeing the burden about to fall on his shoulders, the uncle quickly interjected, "It's better to have the younger ones step up. Since both Master Chen and Master Chen have no objections, let Qin Feng make do and use it." Only Qingya noticed the subtle intention—this man clearly wanted to claim the Star-Weaving Loom for himself, yet he spoke so diplomatically. And these others, being particularly averse to hassle, were simply unwilling to try. Qin was rather reluctant to say, "Very well, then—if I can't make it work, you'll have to step in. Honestly, I felt a bit dizzy just now." Taoxi gently shrunk back, saying, "Just study it a bit more. If you truly can't manage it, you can always come back to the Director later—right, Director Lei Feng?" "Hmm." The elder couldn't very well say no—after all, that would be quite embarrassing. Yet in his heart, he had already made up his mind to always encourage Qin Feng; young people often struggled with things, but as long as they put in the effort, they'd eventually succeed. Thus, Qin accepted the Star-Sphere with some difficulty, and everyone was satisfied. Qingya, taking advantage of the moment, tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Next time I borrow it from you, you must lend it to me. This is a very reliable artifact—no matter how far the distance, it reaches quickly." "What?" He pretended to be unaware. "The Star-Sphere," Qingya said, eyes narrowing. "It's not easy to use at all." "He jumped up and said seriously, 'What if you're not familiar with it, and end up getting lost, unable to find your way back? Wouldn't that be a hassle?' 'Act, or I'll expose you!' The beautiful inspector spoke with a tone of authority and threat. He quickly smiled warmly and bowed, saying, 'How could it be any different? It's just a temporary use, right? What relationship do we have that I wouldn't agree?' 'Hmph. That's much better."