In the bedroom of the Qin family's grand manor, Qin the Young was surrounded by beautiful women, enjoying the full benefits of their company, with both of them deeply enriched through their intimate moments—especially beneficial for the girls who had been rapidly advancing in their cultivation, as these sessions provided vital spiritual refinement. It wasn't until the next morning that the young women stirred lazily, their movements slow and relaxed, allowing Qin the Young to feast his eyes on them. As the saying goes, "mastery comes from diligence, not from idleness." Though immersed in the warmth and comfort of the domestic life, even a hero can quickly become a bear if not careful. Yet Qin remained disciplined, fully aware that his time with the Great Spirit of the Heavenly Realm was growing short, and thus he had to make the most of every moment. After bidding farewell to his wives who were still brushing their teeth, he stepped onto his flying sword and journeyed to a remote, sparsely inhabited desert in the northwest. The Heavenly Hammer possesses immense destructive power, so it was essential to practice in a place with no one around—any damage to flowers or grass would have been a regret. Here, with no human presence and no birds to be found, it was truly an ideal According to Hou Tian the Supreme Emperor's explanation of the final strike technique, he soon discovered the key. After calming himself and sitting in stillness for a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and hurled the hammer, shouting at the same time, "The Way of Infinite Purity." Hooosh... The Hou Tian hammer struck the ground several dozen meters away with a sharp, resonant sound, making a solid *thud*. A few seconds later, cracks began to spread from the point of impact, accompanied by strong vibrations and rising dust and smoke. He instinctively leapt upward, and the flying sword materialized beneath his feet. The ground trembled more intensely, showing signs of mountain collapse. Earthquake monitoring stations hundreds of kilometers away sounded their alarms, staff members looking anxious as they held telephone receivers: "Reporting to leadership, we're experiencing strong tremors in the southwest... our equipment is processing data. Initial estimates suggest an earthquake of at least magnitude seven. Fortunately, that area is uninhabited." Dust settled, and what had once been a relatively flat expanse transformed into a rugged, undulating terrain. Qin Shao stared at his own handiwork, nodding to himself: "Not bad. With just three-tenths of my strength, it's already so impressive. A full-force strike will surely be even more powerful." Perhaps his rank didn't match that of the Giant Spirit, but in terms of techniques, he was certainly superior. After spending a full week in China, aside from his daily routines, he had practiced the Six-Style Hammer Technique with great proficiency and returned to the heavenly realm with enthusiasm. When the Emperor Tian saw him, his smile was a little forced—actually, Qin had no intention of demonstrating anything on the spot; it was simply his overthinking. "Dear disciple, how come you've returned so quickly?" he asked. "Of course I've been thinking of you, Master," he replied with a smile. "Ever since I've been in Huaxia, my mind has been constantly filled with your image and voice—so I couldn't wait any longer to come back." The Emperor frowned. As the saying goes, "When one offers something without a reason, it's either sincere or there's a hidden motive." You're speaking so sweetly now, yet clearly something's on your mind. Realizing this, the Emperor didn't want to give him the chance to make a request. He simply pretended not to have heard a word, waved his hand, and said, "I appreciate your thoughtfulness—go back and focus on your cultivation now. The time for the arena appearances is limited; you can't afford to waste even a single moment." "Qin was about to give up, clutching his hands as if he'd lost his chance to dig the pit. Of course, he wasn't willing to accept that. With a thick face, he said, "Master, I have a small matter I'd like to ask you for." The Emperor wished desperately to pretend he hadn't heard, but eventually, he gritted his teeth and said, "Whatever it is, just put it aside for now. We'll talk about it after you defeat Ju Ling Shen." Oh well—this was clearly intentional. When faced with difficulties, one should not be daunted but should move forward resolutely. As he silently reminded himself of this, he continued, "Master, this matter is equally important. If it isn't resolved smoothly, I'll be distracted and may even affect my composure during the match, so..." "Just say it," the Emperor said, growing increasingly impatient. With a satisfied smile, he thought, "Here it is. My disciple has several close companions in the mortal realm. They're advancing quickly and will soon ascend to the heavens. I hope you'll give them a favor when the time comes." "That doesn't need you to say—it's because you're my disciple, and I'll take care of your red-haired companions." The Emperor showed great generosity. Qin continued, "Master, you know how strict the heavenly court has become in its evaluations for those ascending to immortality. So I'd like you to treat them just as you've treated me—by handling their celestial records. That way, I won't have any worries as a disciple." The Emperor's expression slightly changed, but he still nodded, saying, "I'll handle it for you. Should five records be enough?" "A bit short." He smiled. "Ten records," the Emperor said, gesturing with both hands, clearly struggling. "Still a bit short," Qin said, now looking even more dismissive. "Fifteen... still not enough. Then how many do you actually need?" The Emperor narrowed his eyes—was he really a cultivator, or just a stallion, back in China? "Twenty should be sufficient," Qin said, grinning with a touch of irritation. The Emperor of Heaven, upon hearing that number, was already thinking of clearing out his household—how could you be so romantic, seeking so many beautiful companions, not afraid of exhausting yourself completely? Qin Feng added, "Master, please rest assured. I know how to prioritize and manage my affairs. I will never let the number of my beloved companions interfere with my cultivation." The Emperor of Heaven sighed, "Very well, then—I shall meet your request." This marked the first time since he had taken Qin Feng as his final disciple that he questioned whether he had made a mistake. Had he known then that things would turn out this way, he would have been less impulsive and perhaps listened more carefully to his eldest disciple's advice. Watching Qin Feng's eager, fawning demeanor, he felt increasingly frustrated—now he had to find something for him to do, otherwise the young man would constantly create trouble. The Emperor spoke with serious demeanor, "Though you have successfully mastered the Six-Style Hammer Technique, your rank is still too low. Rank corresponds to the reserves of physical and inner spiritual energy. That means, once the Giant Spirit God withstands just a few of your powerful attacks, your physical stamina will be nearly depleted, and he will easily prevail. Therefore, I believe you must go to a certain place—one where you can achieve significant progress within a short period of time." Qin nodded eagerly, "There must be such a place! I didn't know you'd mentioned it earlier." "Haste makes waste," the Emperor smiled, seeing him fall for the plan. "This is a rare and unique place among the countless realms of the Heavenly Court. I'll send you there, and you'll stay for two months." He nodded. Two months—how quickly time flies... Wait, why does the Master's expression seem so familiar? It's exactly like the one my brother adopts whenever he wants to trick me. "Master, we need to make this clear... ah..." The words had barely started when he was suddenly swept away by the sleeve swung out by the Emperor Hou Tian.