The Star-Spindle has already completed its bonding process. Now, even if Tao and Lei Feng were to back out—well, from their expressions, it's clear they have absolutely no intention of doing so. Qin Feng mentally summoned the Star-Spindle, and it instantly expanded, appearing almost like a high-end sports car from a certain brand, only missing four wheels and featuring鸥wing doors with two rows of doors on both the front and back, seating two people per row. Lei Feng's eyes lit up. "I see now why only four people have joined the mission—apparently, the Star-Spindle can only seat four." Qin Feng chuckled. "That's right." Qingya blushed slightly, knowing well that with the Star-Spindle's capabilities, not only could it comfortably seat four, but even forty would be no problem. Qin Feng had deliberately kept it from expanding so much—his intention would soon become clear. Without waiting for him to speak, Qingya quickly walked to the right seat in the front row and sat down. Taochao instinctively wanted to sit beside her, but when Qin Feng looked at him with a deeply thoughtful gaze, he suddenly realized: "Doesn't the driver have to sit in the front?" "You think so?" He chuckled. "The internal structure of this thing is a bit like a car on Earth. As long as you don't end up somewhere in an unfamiliar expanse, I'm fine with you taking the driver's seat." Chen Jie gave a slight grimace and said reluctantly, "Then maybe you should take it." After saying that, he sat himself comfortably in the back row, and Lai Feng also settled down beside him. In fact, the seating position didn't really matter much—so long as one didn't sit directly on the outer shell of the Stellar Sled, one could control its flight path and speed. Qin Feng smiled happily as he finally took his seat, pointing to his own face. Qingya blushed even more—this had been their agreement: as long as he ensured that Qingya and Chen Jie didn't end up sitting together, he would give her a gentle kiss. She whispered, "Come back when no one's around. Right now, say nothing at all." Of course, Qin Shao wouldn't be foolish enough to immediately ask for a kiss right then—should he really be kissed by Qingya, Chen Jie would probably lose his temper right away. Better to keep things simple; after all, they were heading to the magical realm for a surprise attack mission, and internal unity was crucial. He chuckled and, with a subtle infusion of spiritual energy, activated the Star-Sphere Shuttle, which then shot forward with a sudden burst, gradually accelerating while shrinking in size. Inside, the passengers felt absolutely no sense of speed—秦少 simply perceived it as flooring the gas pedal on a highway. Once accustomed to the shuttle’s pace, Lei Feng remarked, “Indeed, a top-tier artifact—very comfortable, no dizziness or visual blur at all.” “Would you like to have something to drink?” Qin Feng turned and smiled. “Our express service includes self-service beverages at a fair price—just one hundred solid gold pieces per bottle. Would either of you like to try?” “Qin Feng, you’ve gone full-crazy with this,” she said, slightly displeased. Yet Tao Chao’s eyes lit up. “There’s a beverage service! That’s wonderful—hundred solid gold is quite reasonable. I’ll take two bottles right away, Lei Feng. I’ll treat you.” Qin Feng and Qingya stared in surprise—truly, someone was willing to make the investment. He’d just been joking, after all. Chen Jie noticed his unusual expression and immediately said, "You're not pulling a trick on me, are you? The journey must be so dull, and drinking wine would be such a nice touch—plus, you'd arrive at your destination without even realizing it." Qin Shao replied seriously, "How could I possibly deceive you? There is indeed wine service. However, the starting price is 100 taels of gold per bottle—there are also options at 200, 300, 800, and even 1,000 taels per bottle. What would your boss prefer?" Since someone was willing to take the lead, it was only natural to take advantage of the opportunity. The Peach Brother gave off an air of being a true wealthy patron, sniffing and said, "Two bottles, of course—definitely at 100 taels per bottle." "Wow," Qin Feng exclaimed, thinking he'd go for the top-tier option. Chen Jie smiled slightly, a bit embarrassed, and said, "My daily allowance has been a bit tight lately, so I'm a bit short on funds. Today, I'll just have the regular ones. With two hundred taels of gold in hand, Qin Shao had to settle for just two bottles of mid-tier red wine. In fact, he could have offered a small cask of Zui Xian wine, but he was worried that if everyone got a bit drowsy, it might affect the progress of the upcoming mission. Just halfway through the two bottles, they clearly felt a noticeable "braking" effect. "We've arrived," Chen Jie said, holding up the wine bottle and glancing at them. "It's really fast—wine hasn't even been finished yet." Qin Feng gave a gentle tap on the inner wall of the Star-Sphere, and the "Owl-Wing" door on his side automatically opened. He looked out, then turned back to Tao Hua, who was about to descend, and said, "Don't rush—there's still a bit of journey ahead. We're not at the Crystal King Star yet." "Great! I can keep drinking," Chen Jie exclaimed with delight. Qing Ya was slightly surprised: "How could we have made a mistake? Did you misidentify the location, or has the Star-Sphere veered off course? I need to take a look outside." "Don't He hurried to intercept, but still fell short. A crease had already formed in the "Eagle's Wings" gate at Qingya's side, and she immediately widened her eyes to their fullest, exclaiming, "Is this place the Hell of the Warlords?" In fact, Qin Feng had felt the same upon his first glance, which is why he had prevented her from seeing it. Outside, the scene was one of rivers of blood—red liquid bubbling and swirling, resembling blood plasma, with faint glimpses of bodies drifting within, carried along by the currents. Distant cries of agony echoed, and even farther off, a creature resembling a wild beast's eye loomed, as if it could consume everything around it. As the "Ou-Yi" gate opened, Old Lei Feng also glanced outward and immediately felt a surge of nausea, nearly spitting out his overnight meal. Taking a deep breath, he said, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Infernal Realm of the Magic Domain—supposedly, after the Magi die, their bodies are thrown here to be left to rot, turning their flesh into blood. 'A waste disposal site, or a compost heap,'" Qin Feng remarked, raising an eyebrow. The elder shook his head: "These bloods, however, actually enhance the strength of other Magi—they're not just ordinary compost."