Qin Shao was all bruised and wounded, and now looking at the golden leopard, he could see it was barely holding on—especially the front of his shirt, torn into strips by the fierce claws of the beast. If he appeared in the capital in this condition, he’d surely be named the Deputy Head of the Shaolin Monks—so stylishly out of place. Holding onto half a tree trunk with both hands, he wobbled to his feet, gritting his teeth and saying, "Damn it! A third-tier fierce beast—so dominant! I thought I’d be dead from you." He twisted his wrist and plunged the sharp dagger, Huo Yun, straight into the golden leopard’s right eye. The leopard began to convulse, then straightened its legs and went still. Qin Sha’s breath came in deep, labored gasps—his inner spiritual energy was completely drained. Without the tonic pills brewed by his wife, Lin Caiwei, he simply wouldn’t have stood a chance against such a beast. He tilted his head, swallowed several pills, and gradually regained strength. A few minutes later, he carried the golden leopard’s body toward the outer edge of the forest. At the gathering spot, Qingya arranged her prize—the corpse of the black bear monster. On the black head, three distinct gray spots stood out clearly, a clear sign of a third-tier beast. According to the task manual, merely killing one third-tier beast within three days would suffice to complete the assignment. Yet she had accomplished it in under three hours—an achievement that would surely astonish the evaluator. As she was daydreaming about what reward she might receive, a handsome man emerged from the forest, dragging a water buffalo beast. Bloodstains on his blue-gray garments indicated close combat. Qingya thought to herself: Still, my sister is clever—she hid in the trees and used lightning strikes, nearly killing the black bear monster with a single burst. If she had simply charged in and fought hand-to-hand, her clothes would surely have been stained. Upon seeing her, the man brightened and said, "You're Qingya." The beautiful inspector was momentarily taken aback. "I don't recognize you," she replied, puzzled. "Do you know me?" "Never heard of her," the handsome man shook his head. "Qin brother mentioned a girl who flew to the heavens with him and is currently undergoing the assessment in this dense forest. He gave me a general description of your attire and appearance—just my guess. By the way, has Qin brother arrived yet?" Qingya shook her head. "I haven't seen him yet. He must still be on his way." Chen Xishuai burst into laughter. "Perfect! I've won—his hammer is now mine!" The beautiful Overseer narrowed her eyes. "What hammer? You mean the one he's holding? What exactly happened? Why is it yours?" The handsome man raised his right hand, holding the flying sword, and said, "We made a bet: whoever lost would hand over their weapon. The condition was to be the first to defeat a Level Three Fierce Beast. Clearly, I beat him." "He pointed to the water buffalo carcass beside him and said, 'Three black spots on its forehead—this is a third-tier wild water buffalo. You've slain a black bear spirit. Our opponents are truly evenly matched.' Hearing this, Qingya said with a burst of indignation, 'This Qin Feng—risking his celestial hammer in a bet like this? Isn't that just courtly suicide?' 'Who's dying?' Qin Feng's voice rang out as he walked in, carrying the golden leopard. Chen Xisu exclaimed with great excitement, 'Brother Qin, I arrived before you, so I win!' 'Really?' he asked, eyes wide open, 'Are you certain you've slain a third-tier monster, and that you arrived earlier than me?' Chen Xisu firmly pointed at the water buffalo carcass, 'How could this be wrong? Look yourself—oh, what monster are you carrying on your shoulder? Is there a golden leopard among the third-tier beasts? That doesn't make sense—wait, that doesn't make sense...' Qin Shao was now carefully planning his escape. Winning the contest with the other's weapon was absolutely no issue. But to surrender his celestial hammer—absolutely not possible." Just as he was about to toss aside the body and execute the strategy of "retreat when necessary," Chen Xi Shuai blocked his way, reaching out to stroke the金钱豹's head while saying, "I remember this kind of leopard is a level-five monster—worst case, it should be at least level-four." What level-four or five? Three black spots on its forehead—clearly level-three. Even Qin Shao couldn't help wanting to object. Chen Xi Shuai gently pushed the leopard's slightly askew head to one side, revealing a black spot where the fur had been concealed. "Damn it," Qin Shao exclaimed, "I really didn't see this coming—how hard it was to handle. I almost lost my life trying to kill it!" Qing Ya stepped forward and gently shifted the other side of the leopard's head, exposing a fifth black spot. Well then—what level-four monster was this? It was clearly level-five. "You," the beautiful woman asked carefully, "kill it." Qin lightly tossed the body to the ground and, as he did so, shed his already-loose shirt, saying, "Of course it's me—I stripped down to my bare chest to finish it off." Chen Xisu immediately offered his sword with both hands, saying, "Qin brother, you've won. Though I was slightly faster, I killed a third-tier fang beast, while you took down a fifth-tier one. I humbly submit." "Qingya's eyes widened in astonishment: 'You mean this is the Lingxiao Sword?' 'Yes, without a doubt the genuine Lingxiao Sword,' Chen Xisu nodded. "Good heavens, another spendthrift—right up there with Tao Xiang. He’s willing to wager his family heirlooms and hands them over without hesitation once he loses. Such a straightforward person, I simply adore him. Qin Shao asked, "The Lingxiao Sword ranks sixth. Then what about Sun Wukong’s golden staff—isn’t that ranked first?" Unstudied, Qingya huffed, "The staff ranks eleventh—it doesn’t even make the top ten, will you stop being so dramatic!" She narrowed her eyes and then bowed deeply, "Yaya, I was just joking earlier. Please return the Lingxiao Sword to me."