Thinking of all this, the Giant Spirit God couldn't help but feel his heart racing and his nerves on edge. To have accidentally stepped into the way of the Heavenly Emperor was no small matter—let alone if the Emperor himself personally intervened. Even if only a few disciples were sent over, simply by having the matter reach the ears of either the Marshal or the Jade Emperor, he would surely face serious consequences. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and looked up at Qin Feng on the stage, asking, "Are you truly the descendant of the Heavenly Emperor?" With a wave of his hand, Qin Feng summoned the Heavenly Hammer, which descended from the sky, growing ten times larger in size and then landing heavily on the ground. "What does this mean?" the Giant Spirit God was momentarily stunned. Someone with sharp eyes noticed the three inscribed characters on the hammer's head and immediately read aloud, "Heavenly Heavenly Hammer..." "Indeed, it's the Heavenly Heavenly Hammer—this confirms he is the true descendant of the Heavenly Emperor," someone else exclaimed in surprise. The Giant Spirit God's heart was pounding as if it were bleeding. His mind raced rapidly, desperately seeking a way to resolve the crisis before it fully materialized. It truly doesn't take much to push people into action—this statement is absolutely spot on. Juling Shen was originally a powerful warrior with a relatively lower intelligence quotient; in ordinary circumstances, his intellect wouldn't surpass that of an average mortal child. Yet now, with a quick glance and a spark of inspiration, he had a plan. He said seriously, "Young man from the Huaxia realm, I hereby challenge you. Will you accept?" Immediately, murmurs arose—after all, a deity with a reputation spanning thousands or even ten thousand years of renown was challenging a newly ascended immortal, a feat that seemed rather bold. He blushed slightly and added, "I fully acknowledge this may appear as an instance of favoritism. Therefore, I propose to challenge you one hundred years from now, when we will face off on equal footing and determine the winner. How does that sound?" This indeed proved a sound strategy. As long as Qin Feng agrees, Juling Shen can proudly claim to have made a formal agreement with the heir of the Huangtian Emperor, settling all grievances and disputes on the battlefield. With this arrangement, neither the Huangtian Emperor's side nor the Celestial Court will be able to find any grounds to object. Qin Feng chuckled, "A hundred years—how truly you've chosen the timing! I can wait, but I'm afraid you won't make it that long." Juling God frowned, "Well, perhaps you find the time too long. Then fine—say when you'd like to step onto the stage, so I won't be accused of treating you unfairly." Qin, the young man, raised three fingers. Linding True Immortal frowned slightly, saying, "Young man, thirty years is not favorable for you. On average, it takes more than thirty years for a regular True Immortal to ascend to the rank of Upper Immortal." He smiled, "Not thirty years." Juling God looked at him with a look of disbelief, "Are you saying three years? Are you certain you're not jesting?" "By no means three years," Qin countered. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, especially Qingya, who thought—should you dare say three years, I'll go up there and give you two good ear-slaps right away, to wake you up first. But then Qin's next words nearly caused everyone to fall backward. He said, "Three years is too long—how about three months?" "Jugling God clenched his fists: 'Even if you're a descendant of the Emperor of the Heavenly Realm, you cannot trample upon my dignity...'" Only then did Ju Ling Shen realize he wasn't joking. Taking a deep breath, his face grim, he said, "This is your choice—when the time comes, don't regret it." "Rest assured, even if you regret, I won't." Ling De Zhenjun shook his head with a touch of resignation. "Young people these days just can't stay calm. I hope you don't lose terribly by then." The elder nearby murmured, "He's a direct descendant of the Huangtian Emperor—perhaps a miracle will unfold. After all, would the Huangtian Emperor allow his heir to be defeated by Ju Ling Shen?" Both of them turned to Qin Feng, yet neither could find an answer in the other's expression. The elder walked over to the platform, raised his cane, and tapped it a few times—wherever damage had occurred, it repaired itself. The giant who had been 'planted' into the stone also gradually transformed into stone. As he departed, Qin Feng danced and clapped with delight, while Qingya looked deeply concerned. She simply couldn't understand why he had chosen to fight three months later. At last, she couldn't hold back and asked the question. This question, Chen Xisui also wanted to know the answer, but he felt that since Qin Feng had chosen three months, there must be some backing behind his decision. Only when the surroundings had quieted down did Qin Shao say, "Yaya, you know well that I am not a direct descendant of the Huangtian Emperor—my only connection to the Huangtian Mallet is by sheer coincidence." "What?" Xisui interrupted, "Then how dare you make an agreement to face off against Jiling Shen? With the Huangtian Emperor's support, it's somewhat easier. But if he finds out you're just a lone student, won't he have to take your life?" "Let me finish," he was slightly displeased, continuing, "After what just happened, everyone will assume I am the true heir of the Huangtian Emperor. This news will soon reach his ears. How could he suddenly treat me as a student and ignore me, especially when I've just appeared out of nowhere? If I truly lose to Jiling Shen, wouldn't he also face embarrassment?" Xisui narrowed his eyes, "You're setting out to win without even having a single hand to hold." Qin Shao nodded earnestly: "Yes, exactly. That's why I've set the timeframe at three months. If it were thirty years, even if the Emperor of the Heavenly Sky were to ignore me, I could still rely on my own cultivation to defeat the Giant Spirit God. Therefore, the shorter the timeframe, the more urgent it will be for the Emperor of the Heavenly Sky to act." "What if they don't recognize you?" Qingya asked. "What if they claim you're a fake and completely disregard your well-being? Then you'd be finished." He smiled brightly: "I might be a fake, but the Heavenly Hammer is genuine." The two of them suddenly realized—indeed, the Heavenly Hammer was authentic, and the hammer technique Qin Feng used was also genuine. If anyone claimed he wasn't a true descendant of the Emperor of the Heavenly Sky, they'd have to produce evidence. After grasping all this, Qingya sighed and said: "You've gone all the way to setting traps—now you've even dug one for the Emperor of the Heavenly Sky. Don't you worry that you might end up falling into it yourself?" He chuckled, "Don't worry. The trenches I've dug myself—even if I end up falling into them, at least I won't come out looking a mess. As the saying goes, 'the more you dig, the healthier you get.' So, there's no harm in digging more trenches."