The Ju Ling deity lay there helplessly, struggling to lift his head with great effort. He spoke in a puzzled tone, asking, "Lord Er Lang, why are you beating me? I don't seem to have any grudge against you." Yang Jian felt a little embarrassed, yet maintaining his composure for the sake of dignity, replied, "It's just unfortunate for you—after all, I made a bet with someone." "Made a bet?" Ju Ling nearly cried out, "How does that concern me? What business is it of mine that you should beat me?" He felt utterly unjust, having started the day with a cheerful mood, only to prepare for a banquet at the Marshal's hall. Just as he was about to step out, he saw Er Lang, who greeted him warmly. Instead, the latter launched a full-blown assault. Of course, he resisted—though he was soon beaten even more severely. Yang Jian sneered, "You'll just have to be satisfied. I only managed to leave you unable to resist—I didn't knock you out." "Fainted? What does that mean? The Giant Spirit God has only ever knocked me out once—by Qin Feng, I believe—and even Sun Wukong couldn't manage it back then. So, is this somehow connected to Qin Feng? Yang Jian thought it necessary to explain the reason after having beaten him, and said, 'You probably already guessed—it's indeed tied to Qin Feng. I'm challenging him, but only if I first defeat the people he has defeated. So you're the first one on my list.' The Giant Spirit God truly wept, 'You two were betting—why did you involve me? I've never done anything to offend Qin Feng. How can this be such an unforeseen misfortune? Besides, he even defeated a demon king. Are you now also going to challenge that demon kingdom?' Erlang God replied proudly, 'Of course.' The Giant Spirit God shook his head, 'Lekes has already been defeated by Qin Feng. How can you possibly defeat him?' 'Within the Demon Realm, Lekes wasn't the only one approaching the level of the Demon Emperor.' Yang Jian sneered, "Don't worry. I'll definitely find someone whose strength is close to Rex and defeat him. Then I'll face Qin Feng directly. You won't need to feel sad. I know you've had a grudge against Qin Feng, so when I beat him up, it'll count as a form of revenge for you. You should be happy." In his heart, the Ju Ling Shen was cursing: "You're also one of my enemies! I'd much rather you got beaten up by Qin Feng first, then I'd go on to beat him myself—only then would I truly feel satisfied."... Qin Shao has been diligently training, since the battle against Erlang Shen is now unavoidable, and it's essential for him to strengthen his own power to avoid being outmatched by a gap in level. This matter has already spread throughout the heavenly realm, and Yang Jian was scolded by the Jade Emperor for being overly focused on fame and fortune. Yet, after all, he was the Emperor's own nephew—what could the Jade Emperor do? Time flew by swiftly, and within just two months, Qin Shao successfully advanced from a lower-tier immortal to a mid-tier immortal. After playing around with the girls, he was about to head off for meditation when suddenly an angry voice rang out from above the Hou Tian Palace: "Qin Feng, you're a cheat! You dare to deceive me!" Who on earth is that? The voice sounded familiar—like Yang Jian, the Second Prince of Heaven. He looked up and saw a figure clad in tattered armor standing atop the clouds, his hair disheveled and his face blackened with scorched patches. "Who are you? Do I know you?" he asked, his eyes wide—though he had already deduced the identity from the weapon in the other's hand, which clearly belonged to Yang Jian. Yang Jian brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and snapped, "Qin! I'm the Second Prince of Heaven. You claimed you defeated a magi of advanced imperial rank—what a hollow promise!" "Hey, I did defeat the magi Rex, and everyone can see that," Qin insisted confidently. "I didn't just defeat him—I killed him!" "A cheat! A real cheat!" "Yang Jian screamed hysterically, "You're lying—you've deceived everyone! When I journeyed to the Demon Realm to face a top-tier demon lord and prove myself, did you know I even slept? Did you see me, Rex?" Qin Feng furrowed his brows, "How could that be? At the time of the duel, the Jade Emperor and the Emperor of the Heavens were present, clearly witnessing me defeat Rex. How could Rex still be alive? Wait—did you perhaps lose to the opponent?" The question seemed redundant, given Yang Jian's visibly devastated expression, which clearly showed he had been thoroughly overwhelmed. "I don't care! All I know is that the man claimed his name was Rex and that he wanted to seek revenge against you." Yang Jian sniffed dismissively. Qin Shao raised an eyebrow, "Are you certain all you've said is true?" The Er Lang Shen grew increasingly agitated, pointing at his own nose, "I'm in this state now—do I need to lie to you? I'm not afraid of embarrassment. Rex is truly formidable—I wasn't his match. If it weren't for my powerful artifact, I might not have made it back at all." "Qin Feng couldn't figure it out. Could it be that the magical race also possesses a form of rejuvenation akin to the celestial realm's golden body renewal? That doesn't make sense. When Tai Shang Laojun mentioned that one's physical form could be reshaped but one would have to start over in terms of cultivation, why has Rex, after his rebirth, actually grown stronger? Yang Jian's reputation as the first warrior in the celestial realm wasn't earned in vain—he has actually been defeated by other magical princes besides the Magus Emperor. That already points to a problem. 'Could it be that Rex has indeed been reborn?' Qin Feng said, his voice steady. 'Impossible,' Yang Jian refused to believe. 'You didn't even kill him—you're a liar!' 'Get lost,' Qin Shao shot him a look, saying, 'How many people witnessed it firsthand? How could I possibly fabricate this? And everyone saw the Magus Emperor carefully carrying Rex's body away. I ask you—think with your mind, will you? If Rex hadn't been reborn, why would the Magus Emperor have treated him so carefully?' "The Er-Long God remained silent, clearly having accepted Qin Shao's viewpoint. As he had predicted, Rex had been reborn, and his remarkable growth in strength stemmed from the free magical energy generously donated by the royal-level magical beings. Yang Jian still felt somewhat unconvinced. "If you can defeat him, I'll acknowledge that you're stronger than I am. But if you're unable to do so..." "Then you'll be delighted, won't you?" He didn't hold back, bluntly stating, "That way, you won't feel embarrassed and can continue to proudly claim your status as the First Divine Hero, correct?" Yang Jian blushed deeply—he truly thought that way. "Don't worry," Qin Shao said with full confidence, "I'm certain I'll defeat him. I'll see just how many times he can be reborn. As for that person, he'd better hurry back and change his clothes—he looks quite unimpressive." After Yang Jian departed, his brow grew even more furrowed. The news of Er-Long's defeat had stirred significant waves throughout the heavens, even drawing the attention of the Jade Emperor. Only one person was secretly delighted—Jigu Ling Shen. He was hiding in the corner, quietly enjoying himself. You've already beaten me; now won't you go after the magical race? And then, finally, take on Qin Feng? What happened? You were beaten yourself. Look at you—how long will you dare to act so proud?