The old man was very pleased. He had thought it would be difficult to have Qin Feng take on this task, but没想到 it turned out to be surprisingly easy. First of all, Qin Feng himself is a cultivator. Asking him to approach those individuals who are even more detached from fame and fortune, and to persuade them to step out of retirement—though not quite as difficult as climbing to heaven—was certainly no small task. If cultivators had been so readily persuaded, then there would have been no century-long history of national humiliation, nor would there have been later struggles between Mao Zedong and Chiang Kai-shek for dominance in the Central Plains. This clearly demonstrates that cultivators are truly indifferent to fame and fortune—they have watched their nation suffer from internal unrest and external threats, yet have remained inactive. That is why Fei Qingtian had no hesitation in agreeing to Qin Feng's every request. As for later not being able to make any further demands, it was simply because he had already accepted the task—once the hook was cast, would he still expect to receive a fine lure? At this point, Qin the Young finally realized that he had been outwitted. We thought we'd struck gold, but now it's clear that the real winner is Old Wei. Against such a seasoned elder, we still seem a bit green. Heartened by Grandfather's subtle intentions, He Muqing couldn't have been happier—after all, you Qin Feng weren't exactly humble, were you? You've finally fallen to Grandfather's grasp. From now on, she'll treat you the same way, making you suffer in silence while still doing all the work. "Grandfather, you're absolutely certain I can do this," he deliberately projected an air of uncertainty, with a simple purpose: to secure something for himself. The old man seemed to have anticipated exactly this question, smiling warmly and saying, "If you can't manage it, then truly no one will. Let me be honest—Lin Caivie is the top campus beauty at Pingda University, revered as the Pure Goddess. Countless boys have pursued her and harbored affection for her—perhaps even as many as the officers and soldiers in your military district. Yet she remains chaste, never showing any interest in the men around her. Wouldn't you like to give it a try and see if you can win her over?" Of course! A university beauty—rarely seen, and even more so, a rare beauty with the gift of cultivation. How could anyone be foolish enough not to try? The challenge alone is exhilarating. And the sense of achievement if she were to fall for you would be immense. Then, Wei Qingtian went on to provide further details about Lin Caivie. According to his analysis, the young woman's aloofness stems from the inherent pride of a cultivator. "Alright, alright," he said, "just keep going a bit longer, and I'll start to believe she's been specially chosen for me." "Qin Dashi interrupted the old man, saying, 'Since I've already committed, I won't back out. Just let me know when to report to school!' The old man replied without hesitation, 'Then tomorrow!' I went. How can they rush me like this? My buddy is about to plunge into a hectic, overwhelming task—how can he find time to properly spend quality time with his girlfriends? Even a condemned prisoner gets a delicious meal before execution. Wei, the old man, felt a bit rushed himself and became a little embarrassed, saying, 'How about next Monday? That way, you can prepare properly—maybe even buy a few pieces of more youthful attire!' Qin Feng frowned, 'My current outfit, does it look particularly old?' The old man smiled, 'Of course not. It's just a bit too mature. Students should look like students. Though, I must say, I'm not a fan of the "plump pig" style—so forget that one!' I went again." You're either asking Brother to take on the fat-pig flow, or to hand over your granddaughter to my bed without any obligation—anything beyond that, Brother won't agree to. When Huai Muqing saw that the two had settled on a reasonable arrangement, she suggested, "It's getting late now. Let's call it a day. Grandfather, you'd better rest early—otherwise you'll feel tired tomorrow!" Wei Qingtian nodded and stood up, about to leave, when Qin Feng added, "Grandfather, you brought quite a few excellent bottles this time—the kind we enjoyed during dinner. Don't take them back home. Besides adding weight and increasing fuel consumption for the car, they're of no benefit at all. Keep them for me!" The old man staggered slightly, thinking, Good heavens! You've even managed to make me feel like I'm being taken for granted—how many years have passed since anyone dared to do something like this? You must have quite the boldness. He stiffened his face, saying, "No, I only brought those few bottles. I've already had them during dinner!" "Grandfather, lying isn't good." "He smiled and said, 'I saw everything just now. You've filled your trunk completely, and I'm sure the other cars have plenty too. So why are you still hiding from me?' The old man was furious—how sharp was this young man? What was he looking at my car for, anyway? Qin the young man continued, 'Considering your age, you shouldn't drink too much wine—it's not good for you. How about this? My company's chief pharmacist has specially prepared a tonic tea that strengthens the body, nourishes the yin, and replenishes the kidneys. I'll trade you this tonic tea—would that work for you?' This time, He's beautiful daughter stood firmly by him and said to the old man, 'Grandpa, it's definitely wise to drink less wine. This pharmacist is truly excellent—he's a doctoral graduate in traditional Chinese medicine. The tea he personally prepared will surely be perfect.' The old man nodded with genuine reluctance, saying, 'Alright, let's make the trade. If your tonic tea really is that good, then I'll have to receive more of it—not only for myself, but also to share with my friends.'" "Don't worry, supply will definitely be no issue," Qin Feng smiled and agreed, thinking to himself that you'll definitely end up hooked—by then, you'll have no chance of wanting it for free; you'll have to bring good wine in exchange. With both the elder and the younger one harboring their own secrets, they exchanged identical, slightly smirking expressions as they stepped out. Lin Caiwei, the campus belle, the department's top girl, and the school's leading beauty, is in charge of brewing tea. Under her delicate hands, ordinary tea leaves transform into an exceptionally fragrant brew. Chen Yue takes a delicate sip and praises, "Caiwei's tea has always been so fragrant—my heart simply can't stop being drawn to it. I find myself missing it every few days, often making a point to visit just to catch up. I'm not sure which unlucky guy will eventually win Caiwei's affection and enjoy her tea every day!" Her roommates join in the cheers. Caiwei, the beautiful lady, blushes warmly and says, "I've never been impressed by any of the male students here. Don't worry, Teacher Chen—I promise I won't start dating during my university years!" Chen Yue smiles and adds, "If the male students hear this, I'm certain someone will be so heartbroken they'll jump off the building. It would be quite a pity if such a beautiful girl didn't experience love during her four years of university life."