?The Hall of the Celestial Sovereign, said to be unimpressive—yet in recent times, he's become a household name across the heavenly court, universally known and celebrated. Still, compared to the established deities, he hasn't even managed to secure a spot among the younger ranks. None other than Lei Feng, the Director of the Inspection Bureau, who has recently been promoted several times under the Emperor's favor. Even though his reputation has grown steadily within the heavenly realm, his appearance at the Hall of the Celestial Sovereign is not due to his own prestige. Without a personal invitation from the Emperor himself, he would never have made it past the palace gates. In essence, he's owed his presence thanks to Qin Feng's favor. As the saying goes, "When you love a house, you extend your affection to the birds and the sparrows." The Celestial Sovereign, though quite ungenerous, has deliberately sidelined his own most trusted disciple—feeling a sense of satisfaction while also recognizing that it might seem somewhat unkind. Thus, he's decided to offer him a small token of goodwill. Yet, this gesture comes a little too late: it's already been fifty-nine and a half days since he delivered that decisive blow, That is, only when his disciple was about to return did the Heavenly Emperor realize that his own previous approach had been somewhat lacking in generosity. So he suddenly had an idea and summoned Lei Feng to come. In fact, the Director, Master, had been working tirelessly these days—his department had been promoted several levels, and a flood of responsibilities had poured in. With Qin Feng and Qingya, the most capable members, having ascended to the heavens and been absent, staffing had become a challenge, leaving him utterly overwhelmed. If it had been anyone else asking, he would have certainly declined without hesitation. But upon seeing the signature—Heavenly Emperor—on the invitation, he was genuinely astonished. That was no small honor; it surpassed even the private audiences arranged by the Jade Emperor. Thus, he eagerly arrived, showing the utmost respect and courtesy before the Emperor. The Emperor was most satisfied and smiled, saying, "It's no wonder Lei Feng has earned the Jade Emperor's trust. Only someone as humble and refined as you could have nurtured my cherished disciple, Qin Feng." The elder couldn't help but wipe his sweat, thinking to himself: You call me a refined gentleman—well, that's truly fitting. But why include Qin Feng, too? Don't you know he has absolutely nothing in common with the word "gentleman"? Wait a minute—so is this really a compliment to me, or are you simply praising your own prized disciple? It's remarkable how you've managed to elevate someone so unassuming and laid-back into such a refined figure. As the old saying goes, "like attracts like, and people gather in groups." Now, at this very moment, Lei Feng feels deeply doubtful about the character of the Heavenly Emperor. It's no wonder people often say that great fame can sometimes fall short of reality—today, I've truly experienced that firsthand. Though he thought this deeply, he had to maintain his composure and remain courteous. He modestly replied, "Your Majesty's praise is most generous; I truly feel it's more than I deserve. By the way, Your Majesty, where is Qin Feng? I haven't seen him in a long time. I hear he's preparing to challenge the Giant Spirit God—must be working hard on his training, isn't he?" "The Emperor of the Heavenly Realm frowned and said, 'I sent him off into the Wild Frontier two months ago—today marks exactly two months. I've specially invited Director Lei Feng to be here with us, so that both of us can personally witness his progress.' The elder was taken aback: 'The Wild Frontier is no ordinary place—it's quite dangerous. Yet, since it's you, the Emperor, who sent him there, everything must have been arranged thoroughly, right?' The Emperor blushed slightly, nodded with a touch of embarrassment, saying, 'My disciple certainly won't meet any danger.' With that, he raised his right hand, and his sleeve fluttered upward, like a butterfly in flight. 'What on earth is going on? I was just about to manage this giant elephant—what has happened now?' Unseen, yet heard first—the unique voice belonged to Qin Feng. His form gradually solidified from a silhouette into a tangible presence, maintaining the posture of having just thrown the Heavenly Hammer outward. “Hmph….” The Celestial Emperor’s face turned dark. If only he had given his disciple a heads-up earlier—this was truly embarrassing. Now Qin Shao finally took in the scene: both the Emperor and the elder Lei Feng looked stern. Reflecting on his own words just moments ago, he felt deeply awkward. He chuckled nervously, “You’re both here, Master. I thought you’d forgotten me entirely. Today’s the last day, isn’t it?” "He said seriously, "I'm not yet a Spirit Immortal. It's only because I'm still missing one凶兽's inner essence. I was just about to secure that beast, when I ended up here." Emperor Haotian could feel the pure spiritual energy flowing within his disciple—indeed, a top-tier Immortal. In just two months, how did he rise so quickly? Qin Shao answered straightforwardly, "By fighting monsters and leveling up." The Emperor was taken aback. "What do you mean?" He raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you send me into that wild region teeming with fierce beasts? So every day, I spend most of my time hunting and defeating these beasts, averaging twenty-five per day, obtaining over twenty inner essences, and then refining them." Lei Feng was stunned, "You're hunting fierce beasts in the wilderness and refining their inner essences?" "Is there something wrong with that?" He blinked and said, "I see now that that place is called the Wild Frontier. I didn't realize it until today—up until now, I've always referred to it as a place where even birds won't land. Compared to that, my name for it certainly has a more literary touch." The Emperor of Heaven didn't want to dwell too long on the matter of literary flair. He spoke solemnly, "These days, you've truly been battling monsters and advancing—no, you've been refining the inner essences of the fierce beasts." "Yes," he nodded. The Emperor sighed, his face showing deep regret, covering his forehead with his right hand and saying, "It's all my fault. My teacher, I should have sent you there without hesitation. I simply didn't consider things thoroughly enough." Master Lei Feng looked at him with the same expression, as if he were observing a piece of useless wood. Even when he first faced Chen Jie, he had never shown such a look. "Wait—what exactly is wrong? What have I done wrong?" he asked, puzzled. Old Master Lei shook his head and said, "While refining a fierce beast's inner essence can enhance one's own strength, it's not a method commonly encouraged. First, the heavenly realm upholds the principle of compassion and life preservation—extracting inner essences often brings great suffering and loss of life. Second, the spiritual energy you gain is of a beastly nature, which tends to be detrimental to your personal cultivation. According to ancient records, consuming too many inner essences can fundamentally alter one's temperament." "Wow," Qin Shao exclaimed, leaping up immediately, but then added, "I'm not swallowing them—I'm refining them. Do you understand what 'refining' means?"