Under the guidance of the Emperor of the Heavenly Realm, he kept reassuring himself. Although he could certainly handle it himself by simply stroking his own body, that would certainly be a waste of time. Thus, the two packages of Cloud and Mist Tea and three jars of Drunk Immortal Wine he had paid for were well worth it. Back at his own courtyard, he began practicing his techniques. Since it was difficult to match the giant, clumsy warrior in terms of sheer level, he decided to focus instead on his maneuvers—perhaps that would give him a chance to defeat him with a single move. In fact, he didn’t know that the giant was now lying on his bed, moaning in pain. As the top military commander of the heavenly army, he naturally had an abundance of healing elixirs at his disposal; yet the military staff were not merely symbolic—each blow carried weight. If injuries could be cured directly by such elixirs, then the purpose of the punishment would be lost. Therefore, the staff was crafted from a special metal. After receiving the blows, the injured had to go through a lengthy recovery process for the wounds to heal naturally—during which any healing elixirs consumed would be ineffective, and sometimes even counterproductive. Though only three months had passed since his injury, that was sufficient time—yet he could not continue his cultivation during this period. "Damn Chinese people! Damn Hao Tian Palace!" the Giant Spirit muttered while eating meat. "You killed my nephew and then beat me up yourself. You'll see—definitely, I'll make you pay." "Qingya sighed, saying, "I've drained the last trace of her spiritual energy just to finally settle this matter. If the next assignment is to hunt a level-six beast, I'm already planning to walk away." The handsome young man nodded in agreement. "That's exactly what I'm thinking. Each task is getting harder and harder. I heard that two of the immortals who had spent years diligently cultivating passed away in the deep forest. After all their hard work and finally achieving transcendence, they ended up becoming meals for the beasts—what a pity." The beautiful inspector looked up at the sky. "I wonder how Qin Feng is doing. Won't the people from the Haotian Palace have any difficulties with him?" "He should be fine," the young man sincerely replied. "I'm actually quite envious of that. Perhaps Brother Qin has already been accepted as a disciple of the Haotian Emperor. Though no positive news has reached us yet, there hasn't been any bad news either—so far." ... Thud... The Haotian hammer shattered a distant white jade lamp stand, then spun back into the hands of its master. Through Qin Feng's relentless efforts, he has now mastered the Fourth Technique, "Shaking Heaven and Earth," and the Fifth Technique, "Hell's Blood Hammer." As a result, numerous items within the Haotian Palace have been damaged or shattered, prompting Emperor Haotian to bite his teeth in frustration. Seeing that Qin Feng intended to continue practicing the Sixth Technique, Emperor Haotian could no longer sit still. He fully understood the devastating power of the final move—though his disciple's level might not allow for its full expression, even a partial execution would be sufficient to dismantle the entire Haotian Palace. "My dear disciple," he offered a smile, "there's a saying: 'Haste makes waste.' Therefore, I urge you to take a break." It was the first time in his life that he had urged his disciple to rest, despite having criticized his laziness so often. Even he found it awkward—how could he simply watch his own palace turn into ruins? Qin Shao paid no attention to the depth of his master's words, merely smiling and saying, "Master, please rest assured. I'm not tired at all. I still have the strength to continue practicing. You'll see—my disciple will certainly bring honor to you "Emperor Hao—almost crying: 'You'd better stop practicing, or try somewhere else. By the way, here's your celestial record. Grab it and go celebrate with your companions right away.' He was stunned: 'My celestial record? I haven't even passed the examination yet. How can I already have a celestial lineage? Master, didn't you somehow make special arrangements for me?' 'Impossible. Do I need to go through special channels? With Master's influence in the heavenly realm, securing a celestial record for a disciple isn't even a challenge—let alone assigning you a high-ranking position in the Heavenly Palace.' 'You're serious, aren't you?' he asked, still doubtful. 'Absolutely serious,' Emperor Hao insisted. 'Well, then, I'd just like to join the Heavenly Palace and serve as a Chancellor or something like that,' he said with a cheerful smile. Emperor Hao glanced at him: 'That's quite a challenge. A Chancellor is one step below the Emperor and above all others. But I can manage to secure you a position as Minister of Rites—something modest, perhaps.' "Really, Master, you're not kidding, are you?" He was thrilled—being a Grand Minister would be quite good, just one level below the Chancellor, making him a high-level official, like a department head. "Honestly, who made you start kidding me? As for the Chancellor position, you're dreaming! If you insist, I'll talk to the Dragon King and have him appoint you as his Chancellor." He gave a sniff. Still, he didn't want to compete with a turtle for a position—after all, the turtle Chancellor was deeply loyal to the Dragon King. After all the small talk, the Heavenly Emperor got straight to the point: "My dear disciple, I suggest you take a break—whether in the Heavenly Realm or back in the Chinese lands. It's better than staying cooped up here, constantly working in isolation. You won't achieve much that way." His eyes sparkled. "I can go down to the mortal realm." "Of course. As someone with a celestial record and free from the restrictions of the Heavenly Court's regulations, you're at liberty to travel freely between the heavens and the mortal world." "The Emperor spared no effort to lull him away, all in order to have him choose a new place to refine his hammer." "Very well, I'll go say hello to Qingya first, then head back to Huaxia to visit my friends," he said happily. Since his ascension to the heavens, it had now been over fifteen days—time enough to return home and see his loved ones. The Emperor didn't forget to add, "In fact, one can also practice cultivation down below, and there's an added advantage: the Giant Spirit God remains completely unknown, since he is a heavenly official and doesn't descend unless summoned by the Jade Emperor." A splendid idea. He knew that anyone with a celestial scroll simply needed to have their blood painted upon it to gain the ability to fly in the heavenly realm. He bowed respectfully to his master: "Then, disciple shall not keep you waiting. Once I've mastered the sixth form, I'll return to demonstrate it to you." "The Heavenly Emperor nearly stumbled to the ground, barely catching himself on the nearby railing. He frowned, exhaled, and said, 'You just need to practice—it's no necessity for me to watch you demonstrate.' 'Then how could I be polite?' 'You're being polite to me, and I'll treat you like a stranger.' 'Ah, well, then, I won't demonstrate for you then.'"