Qin Feng was absolutely enthusiastic, smiling warmly at Tao Xiang and the rare handsome young man. Tao Xiang offered twenty bottles of elixirs, mostly focused on beauty and anti-aging potions, knowing that to win over Qin Feng, it would be more effective to indirectly please the girls around him. The rare handsome young man presented twenty pieces of magical artifacts—ranging from weapons to armor to divine treasures—also choosing to win favor with the girls, since Qin Shao, being someone who had seen the world, clearly couldn’t be impressed by such offerings. Indeed, their strategy proved successful: seeing the girls delighted by the gifts, Qin Shao was genuinely pleased. "I told you, come just to come, right? Bringing all these gifts—what a fuss!" he proudly declared. The two exchanged a glance, thinking: If we hadn’t brought gifts, we wouldn’t even have made it past the main gates of Haotian Palace. You can’t be so unkind—after all, we’re good friends, aren’t we? Qin Feng couldn't help but chuckle, saying, "Now you're the most sought-after person in the heavenly realm. Everyone wants to establish ties with you. Yet you've been closing your doors, leaving us three quite distressed—when they can't find you, they come to us instead." Tao Hua added, "The most frustrating part is that they treat us like servants, issuing commands to us to deliver messages to you. It's absolutely unbearable." The handsome, elegant one didn't tire of explaining: "Exactly. When they come before you, they're always polite and respectful. But when they're with us, they're simply showing off—how could we be anything but junior colleagues?" Qin Feng could easily imagine why he'd chosen to remain closed off—out of dislike for those people's demeanor. "Then, what exactly do they want from you?" he casually asked. The rare handsome young man replied, "It's still just about wanting to use your connections with the Emperor Hou Tian to send their younger relatives into your fold—some even suggest having their children directly study under you." "Let them give up on that," he scoffed, then immediately added, "Of course, if the girls are particularly attractive, we might consider it." His face turned instantly green. Who didn't know Qin Feng was the very top male lover in the heavens? How could they possibly send their female juniors to him—like a steamed bun thrown into the street, right? "Phew, count me as saying nothing at all," he blushed. Startled by their next actions, he saw them nod at each other and then leap gracefully from their seats, landing on their knees with elegant grace, clasping their hands and saying, "Master Qin, please accept us as your disciples." Master Qin nearly fell off his chair. "You want to become disciples?" "Yes, we do," the tall, handsome young man said seriously. "In just a few months, you've risen from a common cultivator to a lower-tier immortal—your achievement has shaken the entire celestial realm. If we can study under you and devote ourselves to cultivation, we're certain to achieve great things ourselves." His blossom-leaf brother added, "This is the wish of our elders. They hope we can follow you and bring honor to our families." Hmm, I'm not taking any disciples. He turned his gaze to Qingya. "You don't have the same thoughts, do you?" The beautiful Inspector blushed slightly and murmured, "How come, then, it's not possible?" "Whoa, I'm now a golden prize! No way, absolutely not! He shook his head and said, 'The reason my progress has been so rapid is due to a special circumstance. Even if I were willing to take you as disciples, you simply wouldn't be able to catch up. In the end, it would only be a waste of time—your own observations confirm this: all the people around me are girls...' As he spoke, his eyes brightened, his gaze sharpening: 'You two are out of luck. Qingya, though—she's got a real shot! As the saying goes, if you want to learn well, you must follow your master around and sleep with him. I can guarantee she'll advance quickly—haha!' Qingya blushed immediately: 'I knew you were up to something sneaky, hmph!' Turning to the two others—Tao Hua and the handsome young man—both looked deeply disappointed. At that moment, a resonant voice echoed from the sky: 'Who is Qin Feng? Dare to challenge me!' From the tone, it was clear the speaker was a confident, assertive figure. Tao Hua, having spent the longest time in the heavenly realm, was familiar with this "Yang Jian, also known as the second Lord God, the cousin of the Jade Emperor, who split the mountain to save his mother. He was taken aback and said, 'I don't seem to have much connection with him. In fact, since my ascension to the heavens, I've never even met him. So why would he challenge me?' Qingya analyzed, 'Because you've overshadowed him. Throughout the heavenly court and the entire celestial realm, Yang Jian has firmly established himself as the foremost warrior god. Your rise naturally makes him feel uncomfortable.' Qin Shao asked with some confusion, 'Shouldn't Li Jing be the First Warrior God? How did Yang Jian end up taking that title?' The tall, handsome man explained, 'Li Jing is the Supreme Commander of the Heavenly Army, overseeing all heavenly troops, so he is known as the First Military God. Yang Jian, in turn, has proudly claimed the title of First Warrior God—this designation has been in place since their great battle against Sun Wukong.' 'But I remember that Yang Jian didn't actually defeat Sun Wukong. It was only after Buddha stepped in that the matter was settled.' He grew even more puzzled. The rare handsome one said, "He didn't defeat Sun Wukong, nor did he lose to him. After all, in the heavenly court, no one else other than him could hold his own against Wukong. To have drawn even with him is already a tremendous achievement." Wow, so that's how the War God title came about! It's no wonder that even after hundreds of years, when Wukong returned to take the Buddhist path, he was honored as the 'Victorious Warrior Buddha,' and even the Erlang God—someone who couldn't beat him—had to proudly claim his own title as the War God. How much more impressive must our own title be! "Qin lightly hummed, saying, "If it weren't for his uncle's persistent pleading, I'd never have agreed to fight Rex. This guy's clearly not satisfied—why not simply find someone of equal strength to Rex and defeat them? Instead, he's come all the way here to cause a fuss. Brother, there's loud commotion going on in our Haotian Palace—why aren't you stepping out to address it?" His elder brother walked over with a serious expression, saying, "Yang Jian has a fiery temperament; no one dares to manage him except his master." "Where is the master?" he asked. "Invited to play chess and enjoy tea with the Empress Ziwei—likely won't return for several days," his brother replied. He then turned to his brother Tao, asking, "How does Yang Jian stack up? Can you tell me who is superior between the two of us?" Chen Jie paused for a few seconds before responding, "One is a well-established war hero of the Heavenly Court, the other a rising star who has defeated a contender close to the level of a Demon Emperor. Honestly, it's hard to decide. I can only say that Erlang is a "In terms of rank alone, Yang Jian is superior to Qin Feng. Yet Qin, the young lord, is most skilled at stepping on those of higher rank—many seemingly impossible opponents end up bowing before him." "What are your plans?" Qingya asked. Qin stood up and said, "Everyone's already gathered at our doorstep. How could I possibly retreat and stay hidden? If I do, Yang Jian will surely say I'm unwilling to fight across the world." "You're going to fight him," Qingya exclaimed, for no one of renown is without merit—what if the outcome is a stalemate or mutual defeat? "Ha! I'm not exactly a professional fighter, and I don't think it's going to be easy to face him," he said with a mischievous smile. "You all just stay here. I'm going out to meet the Three-Eyed One—let's see what he's made of." With that, he rode upon a vibrant, multicolored cloud, rising into the air. Outside the Hall of Heaven, there stood a figure clad in a flamboyant golden armor, wielding a weapon resembling a fork—only lacking the words "arrogant" written plainly on his face. This fork-like weapon had a more spectacular name: the Three-Point, Two-Edge, Four-Orifice, Eight-Ring Sword, the famed weapon of Erlang Shen, much like the Heavenly Hammer of the Heavenly Emperor. Qin lightly glanced at him with a thoughtful gaze and said, "Why should I accept your challenge? Aren't we close friends? Your tactics of pressuring me have never worked at all. Do you truly feel qualified to challenge me?" "Boy, if you say that, do you even know who I am?" Yang Jian snapped. In the heavenly court, everyone had to give him some respect—this was the first time he'd encountered such a situation. Qin smiled, "Of course I know you're the Prince of the Jade Emperor, the one with three eyes. By the way, where's your household pet, Wangcai? Didn't he come with you? Isn't it possible he's descended to the mortal realm to woo a young female companion? If you're challenging me, you should at least demonstrate some real strength. Don't you find it rather unimpressive to rely on titles like 'the First Warrior of the Heavenly Court' when facing someone as new as I am?" Yang Jian chuckled, "Then, what exactly counts as demonstrating strength?" "It's quite simple." "Qin held up two fingers." "First, defeat the Giant Spirit Ling; second, defeat a magical being of equal strength to Rex. Only someone who accomplishes both of these can challenge me. Otherwise, wouldn't I have to face challenges from cats and dogs every single day?" "Haha, very well," Yang Jian said, confident in his own abilities.