In some direction in the sky, Qin Feng steps upon a vibrant, multicolored cloud, dressed in a long robe of pale moon-white, a gentle smile playing on his lips—after all, when making an entrance, one must present one's most charming self. As for Jilingshén, who looks like an old man with a distinguished air, he's lounging carelessly on his chair, one leg crossed over the other, and even being fed grapes by others. I beg you—could you not have assigned a fairy instead? A sturdy soldier, perhaps? Are you trying to convey that you have a strong taste, or are you even into romantic pairings? Honestly, compared to Qin Shao, he's nothing short of a first-time visitor to the world—so earthbound and unrefined. "The nearby soldier quickly interposed, "General, that young lord is from Xianhu Palace—he's the only son of Chen Juhua, the Great Immortal. If you strike him, you'll surely have to take three hundred military lashes from the Marshal." The Juling God's broad face immediately drooped, "Well, it turns out he's Chen Juhua's son. I must have been so arrogant. Do you think my face really looks as described?" The soldier spoke with serious conviction, "I disagree. How could my face be larger than a basin? I've seen the Yu Hua Basin at the Heavenly Palace's gate—it's actually larger than your face. But saying your face is as black as the bottom of a pot—that's true." "I'll have you dead," the Juling God snapped, kicking him down, "What's so difficult about a Yu Hua Basin being a water basin? If my face is larger than a pond, then what's left of it to be called a face?" "The soldier cried out, 'I'm sorry—I was wrong. Your face is actually a bit larger than our family's footbath...' *Thud...* As the second kick from the Giant Spirit landed, the soldier turned into a streak of light, vanishing into the sky like a meteor. Qingya's face turned crimson at once. The handsome young man lowered his voice and said, "Qin brother, after passing the examination, girls are usually assigned to serve as maids. Qingya is indeed very outstanding in many ways, but there are also many other girls who are equally beautiful and accomplished." "Hmph," he said with growing indignation. "I don't care how others fare—I won't accept this treatment for my own. Is it really appropriate for Yaya to serve others in such a way? Yaya, please rest assured—I'll go back and tell my master right away, and have him transfer you to the Haotian Palace." Qingya's eyes sparkled. "Really?" "Of course," he said, patting his chest proudly. "I still hold a good standing with my master, the Great Emperor Haotian. I'm certain he'll support this request." Qingya was deeply moved. "That's wonderful! But... but what will I do once I go to the Haotian Palace?" "Simply serve as a maid," he said seriously. "What?" Qingya immediately looked as though she were about to devour him. Qin remained composed, as if he hadn't seen her at all, and continued in a serious tone: "Being a maid at the Huangtian Palace is a matter of great prestige... Why don't you serve me as my personal attendant? The kind that's truly close by, you know." "Qin! You're asking for death!" Qingya exclaimed, her heart yearning to draw out Lingxiao Sword and strike him down. The Jade Emperor was truly angered, mainly over one matter—after so diligently discovering a talented individual, he finally saw him become a disciple of the Huangtian Emperor, allowing someone else to take the advantage. Tai Shang Laojun nodded in agreement: "Who could argue with that? When the Giant Han challenged Qin Feng, they fought with no regard for life or death on the platform. Then, the Giant Han was struck to death by a single blow from Qin Feng. By rights, the matter should have concluded at that point. Yet, instead, the Giant Ling God stepped forward, insisting on avenging his nephew. If it hadn't been for Ling De's True Sovereign holding him back, Qin Feng would have surely perished under the weight of the Giant Ling's great axe. Then, he further compelled Qin Feng to agree to face him again on the platform—this was pure bullying, taking advantage of his position." The Jade Emperor sneered, "Look at my subordinates! What kind of people are they? After all this time, I finally encountered a young man with a fresh, unpretentious spirit—only for him to be snatched away by someone else. And not just snatched, but forcibly pushed out by my The old man thought, "This is clearly a jab at my bald head—why are we so stiff and pretentious? Isn't it because you're the Jade Emperor? If Qin Feng really becomes an official in the Heavenly Court, who knows what might happen to him. Of course, these thoughts can only stay in my mind; I simply can't bring myself to say them out loud. Laojun of the Supreme Deity felt a jolt in his heart—what he said was quite serious. Even if Li Jing had a hundred thousand courage, he wouldn’t dare have Ju Ling Shen deliver a fatal blow to Qin Feng. On the arena, the old man glanced at the sundial nearby and said, “The time has come. Please have both combatants step up. Either a point-to-point contest or a fight to the death—decide what suits you best.” Ju Ling Shen rose from his seat and scoffed, “Young man, your birthday will be your funeral day tomorrow.”