?Reading on mobile phone Seeing He Muqing's earnest and resolute expression, Shu Jinghua was eager to know what exactly had happened—her mind was as restless as a cat's paws. Yet, despite her persistent questions, He Muqing remained silent, even making a point of keeping her secret completely to herself. This only infuriated Shu Jinghua—wasn't she clearly treating me as an outsider? What wasn't there to share? The spiritual energy stagnated in the meridians, and the absorption capacity of the Dantian was quite limited, causing widespread distension and pain throughout the body. He clenched his teeth tightly, striving not to cry out. After another十余 minutes, the distension and pain suddenly subsided, and the spiritual energy surged like a tidal wave toward the Dantian. The Dantian seemed like a person long deprived of nourishment, eagerly gulping down the energy in large amounts. Finally able to take a deep breath, the sensation from earlier had been truly unbearable—he could have barely held on for another second. Only after the spiritual energy fully entered the Dantian did the distension and pain in the meridians completely vanish. To his surprise, the meridians had noticeably thickened, and the rotation speed of the qi spirals had increased. He had advanced—this indicated he was now a lower-grade cultivator of the Quenching-the-Bone stage, capable of meeting the requirements for ordinary talismans. Opening his eyes, a flash of brilliance passed through. Outside, too, a deep breath could be heard—the sensitivity of his perception had sharpened. At the same time, he recognized the sigh as He Muqing’s, He cleared his throat and spoke loudly to the door, "Ladies, you've been standing so long—why don't you come in and have a cup of tea? Hmm, seems like we don't even have tea or a teapot here. You bring your own, then." Upon hearing this, He Fei gave a glance to Shu Jinghua, signaling, "Go to my office and fetch the tea set." "Why me? Your things should be yours to take—there are seven or eight kinds of tea in the cabinet. How am I supposed to know which one you'd like?" Shu Jinghua replied with a huff. He Fei narrowed her eyes, "Just go—what's all this fuss about? You don't even want to know the secret, so be it. Just go back to your own office." In the hierarchy, seniority always wins—Shu Jinghua had no choice but to yield, and went grudgingly to the leader's office. He Fei didn't forget to add, "Take the tea from the purple jar—that's the finest, brought over from my grandfather's home. Today, you and Qin will have a treat." In the end, the task of brewing tea fell to Qin He Muqing was a leader—when leaders worked, employees watched, which wasn’t quite fitting. Shu Jinghua simply didn’t know how to brew Gongfu tea; no matter how good the tea leaves were, they ended up being wasted under her hands. Xiao Jingjing, besides being a killer, I have another identity—I'm a cultivator.” The policewoman was speechless, her eyes wide, her hands covering her mouth. After a long pause, she stammered, “You're a cultivator, the kind who can achieve immortality through cultivation, right? Qin Feng, you're amazing—I never thought I'd have a future deity right beside me.” The leader quickly moved her chair aside, pretending not to know this woman at all. Could she be any more embarrassing? Cultivation and deities are two entirely different things—have you been watching too many shows? Unaware of the leader’s actions, the policewoman was glowing with excitement, saying, “Qin Feng, would you teach me? I’d like to learn from you—no matter what conditions you set.” Just a moment ago, she had been determined to fight him to the end. Now she’s completely bowing down, flustered and eager. The leader was deeply disappointed with this subordinate. If charm and appearance are what it takes, then why hasn’t she already made her move? She’s been offering her heart for years! Qin felt particularly confident in front of the police officer, delighted beyond words—she couldn’t even begin to describe how happy she was. With a bright smile, she said, “As long as you’re willing to step out of your comfort zone, I’ll be more than happy to teach you. Just don’t ever come back and say we can only have one woman, okay?” Shu nodded vigorously, like a chicken pecking at grain, completely forgetting about theories of female empowerment or monogamy. Now she finally understood why He Leverage had such a special fondness for Qin Feng—he was truly a treasure waiting to be discovered. Her eyes, once dismissive of Shu Yajing, now shifted to Qin Feng. She longed to ask: “Can’t you two just stop being so shameless? One of you is wildly imaginative, and the other doesn’t even try to stop—on the contrary, actively supports the absurdity. Isn’t that interesting?” She didn’t know that any woman who spent a night with Qin would instantly gain the ability to achieve spiritual enlightenment. If she knew, she’d probably outperform even Shu’s performance—she’d instantly transform into a sticky glue, clinging to Qin Feng without letting go until her goals were achieved. To Shu, the fragrant tea had lost all appeal; her mind was entirely occupied with the idea of becoming a cultivator. He Ming placed her teacup down and spoke in a tone clearly expressing her displeasure: "Young man, congratulations on your advancement—though, you’d better remain calm. My sources have confirmed that the God of Death is preparing to make a strong comeback. This time, he won’t be as careless as last time. Whether you’ll have the same luck as before is far from certain." Qin Feng felt particularly pleased and waved his hand, saying, "I was actually afraid he wouldn’t show up. If that man finds a cave and hides there, no one will be able to locate him. By the way, leader, do you want to cultivate? I can help you with that!" The beautiful woman pretended to be genuinely interested: "Really? How?" "Simple—just share a bed with me!" He was so full of himself that he completely failed to notice the deadly glares from the leader. By the time he noticed them, it was too late: "Leader, what's going on? Why are you giving me that look?" "Giving you a look? That's mild! To even tease the leader like that—you're going to die!" He immediately dropped to his knees, clutching his head in panic.