The Supreme Heavenly Emperor opened his mouth wide, only then realizing he had once again fallen into a predicament. What a troublesome young man! He was simply asking for too much—one exquisite divine artifact per person. Did he think the Heavenly Palace was as wealthy as the Celestial Court? Where would he even find so many divine artifacts for me? The young ladies cried out in a soft, high voice. The Emperor managed a smile. "We're all family, after all—there's no need for formality, heh... all of you go rest now." After they had departed, the Emperor pounded his chest and stomped his feet. "Ten or so top-tier divine artifacts! My treasure vault is now empty. I'll have to find an opportunity to approach the Jade Emperor and the Purple Emperor for some assistance. Especially the Jade Emperor—he's so wealthy, I'll have to make a point of reminding him of his generosity." In the heavenly court, the Jade Emperor sneezed without any apparent reason and murmured softly, "Who's talking behind my back? Quite bold of them." He lifted his head and asked, "Why hasn't Qin Feng arrived yet?" The Taishang Lord stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the messenger who was sent just left less than a cup of tea ago. He should have arrived at the Hall of the Heavens by now. Please wait a bit longer." "Understood," the Jade Emperor replied, waving his hand with some impatience, while glancing at the still-pleading triangular-eyed one. The third-eyes character carried himself with great weight, his expression pitiful, eyes brimming with strong resentment—someone unfamiliar with the scene would surely think he'd been trampled upon by dozens of sturdy men. As for the Hall of Heaven, just as Qin Shao had finished arranging the young ladies, his senior brother came to find him: "Young brother, messengers from the Heavenly Court have arrived, saying the Jade Emperor wishes to see you." Turning back, Qin replied, "I'm busy right now—I simply don't have time." His senior brother wiped a bead of sweat from his brow: "Young brother, the Jade Emperor wants to see you—there must be something important. You'd better go now, or Master will surely be displeased." "Very well," he said with a self-satisfied air, addressing the young ladies, "You all stay at home and be good girls, waiting for your husband to return." On the way to the Heavenly Court, he deliberately flew slowly, so that the messengers who came to summon him had to repeatedly urge him, only to be treated as if he were invisible. "I'm telling you, Qin Feng, you can't possibly go any slower!" "I'm already moving quite swiftly," he remarked, with a smirk, "don't you see me gliding on clouds, rather than walking on two legs?" He added, "When I go to see my master, I usually walk—this shows greater sincerity." The man's face turned green. You all are within the Hall of Heaven, so close that one would naturally walk there without needing to fly. Yet now, they're going to the Heavenly Palace—how is that any different? Qin Shao, noticing his displeasure, asked, "This gentleman—may I call you 'Sir'?" "I'm not a 'Sir'!" the man immediately jumped up. "Isn't it the 'Sir's' job to deliver imperial edicts?" he blinked. "I'm not a 'Sir'!" he insisted again, clarifying his status. "I am a Heavenly Palace guard, not a 'Sir'." "Ah, a guard," Qin Shao chuckled, "yet you're not wearing armor—you're dressed in a Taoist robe. So what exactly are you?" He then posed a rather personal question, "By the way, I'd like to know—do you have a personal attendant?" "He was nearly going crazy—hadn't he been holding back his temper, he'd have already thrown a fit. Qin Shao, still eager, added, 'I'd like to ask one more more personal question. Your organ—was it cut off, or did it vanish somehow? Did you do it yourself, or did you ask someone else to help? Was the process definitely uncomfortable...?' The man was ready to die, gritting his teeth and saying, 'I'm not a eunuch—I still have my little something there.' 'Really?' Qin Feng looked deeply skeptical. 'Why don't you just pull it out and show me?' 'Alright, then—often, having it doesn't mean much at all.' 'Uh-huh.' 'You're sure your organ still retains its original function? That might be precisely why the Jade Emperor summoned you. By the way, Grand Uncle, we've been talking for so long—have you by any chance told me your surname?' The person said instinctively, "My name is Ma—I'm not exactly..." "Ma Grandmaster, truly a pleasure to meet you! I'm Qin. You just call me Qin Feng, and that will do. It's clear that Ma Grandmaster is a very approachable person; that's why we've been able to talk so comfortably." "...” When they reached the main gate of the heavenly palace, Ma "Grandmaster" bumped straight into a pillar, his eyes rolling back as he fainted—no wonder he'd managed to stay awake this long. Qin, while gently straightening his already neat outer robe, murmured, "Grandmaster is indeed a Grandmaster—without that certain touch, his manner is quite different from ordinary people!" With that, he strode forward with his usual smug smile, entering the heavenly palace. The Jade Emperor was already half-asleep. He'd argued with his wife the night before and had been ordered to stay in his study, and now with the matter of selecting a warrior to fight on his mind, he was feeling particularly drained. Just as he was about to drift off, a clear, resonant voice rang out: "Disciple Qin Feng, from the Haot The Jade Emperor and the Haotian Emperor are of equal rank, so by protocol, Qin Feng should have performed a deep knee-bow bow when meeting the Jade Emperor. Yet, upon approaching, Qin Feng noticed the Jade Emperor dozing off and immediately shouted loudly, bending his knees only slightly before, with a bold face, straightening up and formally declaring, “...Thank you, Jade Emperor.” The Jade Emperor was startled, opening his eyes to see Qin Feng standing upright, mistaking him for having completed the full bow. He instinctively replied, “Qin young friend, please don’t mention it.” All the ministers stared in disbelief—having witnessed Qin Feng’s entire performance of deliberate evasion firsthand, they thought he must be braver than anyone expected, daring to act so unceremoniously in front of everyone, without fear of being exposed. As for Qin Feng himself, he beamed with confidence, clearly signaling, “I’m not afraid of you exposing me—go ahead and try.” No one truly wants to do something that involves exerting effort without receiving recognition, or that harms both themselves and others. After all, the Jade Emperor has already deemed him kneeling—so what’s the point of our getting involved? Nevertheless, there is one who remains unconvinced: the one lying on the ground with the triangular face. With a quick glance from his small eyes, he thinks to himself: Qin Feng, you’ve just accumulated another offense. Today, you’re certainly doomed.