Hearing Qingya's words, Qin Feng widened his eyes, "Huh." She replied, "The first requirement is to hunt and kill one tier-three monster within three days. Each participant must act independently. Those who succeed advance to the next stage." "But what about those who fail? Will they be immediately eliminated, given how strict the first task is?" Though Qin Feng didn't know what a tier-three monster was, he could clearly see from Qingya's expression that it was a formidable creature. The beautiful woman shook her head, "Those who fail will have one more chance—though only one day. If they still can't successfully hunt a tier-three monster, they'll have to go back where they came from and return to where they started." He raised his right hand, "I've always wanted to know—what does it mean to go back where you came from and return to where you started? Does it mean going back to their hometown to continue being a deity? That would certainly be a pleasant outcome." "Qingya narrowed her eyes: 'You're still dreaming of becoming a great king in the Chinese realm, aren't you? Forget it—those who are kicked out fare well only if they manage to remain as wandering immortals; those with less luck are sent back to their original status as cultivators and never get a second chance at ascending again.' Really strict, isn't it?" She shook her shoulders and asked, "What exactly do you mean by 'third-tier feral beasts'?" The beautiful Inspector looked utterly baffled. She'd always thought he was completely ignorant of cultivation matters—now that he'd ascended to immortality, he still couldn't grasp such basic concepts. After her slightly exasperated explanation, Qin finally understood. "Feral beasts are spiritual creatures that have undergone magical transformation—bloodthirsty, proud, and extremely dangerous." He then asked, "Then, what are spiritual creatures called when they undergo spiritual transformation?" Qingya grew increasingly patient: "What exactly do you mean by 'immortal-enchanted beasts'? Beasts inherently possess spiritual energy. They usually don't attack on their own and are typically tamed to serve as immortal beings' mounts. There's no such thing as an 'immortal-enchanted' beast—only beasts and fierce creatures." "Oh, I see." He shifted his tone sharply. "You really can't just communicate properly, can you?" "I've been trying to be calm and composed all along, haven't I?" she replied, gritting her teeth and pointing proudly at her own face with her thumb. "Don't you find that rather peaceful and composed of me?" Qin Shao, how could he possibly object? He changed the subject: "It's quite unreasonable. We have two of us, yet the triangular-eyed one only provides one task manual. Does that mean we have to meet face-to-face every time before a mission? That sounds incredibly inconvenient." The woman gave him a withering look. "Even if you got a second one, would you be able to understand it?" "Hmm." "This sentence nearly choked Qin Shao to death. I don't understand it, but I can certainly ask NetEase's mom—by the way, does the heavenly realm have iFi signal coverage?" "We'll take separate routes," she said, waving her jade lightning orb. "I'll definitely finish my task before you do." Qin Shao chuckled, then with a very suave expression, produced his Haotian Hammer and said, "It might not be a matter of who gets there first." The beautiful Inspector was taken aback, thinking to herself how he had completely forgotten about his hammer—what a difficult person to outmaneuver when trying to gain an advantage. "Hmph," she said, stepping off on her flying sword. Qin Feng beamed with a mischievous smile and called out, "Yaya, take your time flying—be careful of those thorny roses ahead..." As Qingya flew, she stumbled noticeably, nearly falling off her sword. Half an hour later, he arrived at what was supposed to be the southeastern forest—a place vastly different from the earlier ethereal realm. The air carried an eerie quality. The towering trees had grayish trunks and leaves, and the small grasses on the ground were glistening with dew, as though weighed down by it, drooping under the pressure. "I'm impressed," Qin Shao remarked, "I never thought the heavenly realm still harbored such an incongruous spot. How could the Jade Emperor and his ministers tolerate its existence?" In his mind, deities generally had a strong sense of cleanliness and order. So eventually, no one paid any attention to its existence anymore—though occasionally, deities would come here to hunt, just to feel the thrill. He searched for a long time, yet didn't encounter a single fierce beast, and there was one crucial question he'd completely forgotten to ask: exactly what qualifies as a level-three fierce beast. Man, that's really disappointing. Holding a hammer in his hands, he would periodically strike the trunk of trees or stones, hoping to draw the attention of the beasts, only to find that the beasts never came—instead, each time, countless birds would be startled into flight, creating a truly chaotic scene. Huffing and puffing... Suddenly, a strange sound caught his attention, and he immediately raised his ears, adopting a defensive stance toward the direction of the sound. Finally, the beast arrived. But emerging from the grass was a man—early twenties, dressed in a long robe of blue and gray. His appearance was quite striking, resembling Chen Jie of the Peach Blossom Sect, a rare kind of handsome. Qin always calls himself a handsome young man. Whenever someone appears more handsome than him, they're dubbed a rare handsome young man—shortened to "rare handsome," or "rare suitor." Honestly, isn't that a bit excessive? The celestial maidens are all beautiful—fine. But why are there so many handsome young men in the heavens? One Chen Jie has already made me feel quite embarrassed. Where did you come from? "The handsome guy was taken aback, his eyes fixed on the hammer, exclaiming, 'Such a fine weapon—would you give it to me?' Man, who are you? It's one thing to speak boldly from the start, but to demand the Heavenly Hammer right here, as if we were close friends? We haven't even met properly, have we?" Qin, deliberately glancing at the long sword in the other man's hand, repeated, "Such a fine weapon—would you give it to me?" The handsome guy paused, stunned, "Are you sure you're not just a monotone machine? Are you really a normal person?" "You're the one who's a machine—your whole family must be!" Qin grew increasingly frustrated. "Don't think because you've got that pale, youthful face you can just blather on without any sense of purpose." The handsome guy weakly raised his right hand. "Hey, you're also a guy with a pale face—so you can't just speak at random, can you?" Wow... you actually call me a 'pale-faced guy'? Well... I'll forgive you this time.