?Reading on mobile phone In private, Chen Yue has quietly compiled several strategies, waiting for the right moment to act. Class 80 E-book In the class, Qin Feng has now become the focal point of the girls' attention, while the boys occasionally glance at him, with a different intention—concerned that he might be treating Lin Mei unfairly. Yet Qin Feng remains utterly composed, treating the girls' adoring glances or awkward stares as if they didn't exist. Even Lin Mei has to admit that he's impressive in this regard. Qin Feng seems to have picked up a book somewhere, and is now engrossed in reading it. Lin Caiwei glances down and sees it's a novel titled "Urban Supernatural Master." Just from the title, Lin Mei is already deeply dismissive. In her view, one should read classic literature—what could possibly be gained from reading online novels? This book was recommended by Huang XiaoZhi to her dear brother-in-law, Qin Feng, who initially didn't care much—just flipped through a few pages before quickly becoming captivated. He then diligently collected the complete set and stored it in his nianji, reading a few chapters whenever he had spare time. The curriculum for the painting department differs from that of other departments: typically, students attend self-study sessions or large lectures together on Mondays, cultural courses on Tuesdays, and spend the following three days mostly in the studio. Today was a self-study day, and there was nothing particularly noteworthy. After reading for over two hours, Qin, the young nobleman, finally set the book down, stretched, and yawned. Lin Caivé, seated beside him, was deeply engrossed in "A Brief History of Chinese Painting," equally absorbed. As he stretched and yawned, he suddenly asked, "Classmate, how long does it usually take to progress from a lower-tier mid-stage to a mid-tier level? Why does the pace of improvement slow down after surpassing the strong-body stage?" Lin, the beautiful woman, nearly dropped her book, her eyes wide with surprise at Qin Feng's question. Terms like "the period of strengthening the body" and "the period of refining the bones" are academic phrases known only to cultivators. As someone who has lived in ordinary society for nineteen years, Lin Caivé had never heard these terms before from a stranger. Seeing her expression of surprise but not answering the question, Qin, the young man, shrugged and continued, "Don't tell me you don't know. I've already sensed that your cultivation level is far superior to mine—your experience must be richer. Just guide me, then!" With care, Lin gently glanced around to ensure no one was listening, and then lowered her voice: "What do you want? How do you know I'm a cultivator? And why don't I feel any aura of cultivation from you?" Qin smiled mischievously. "Heh. You're not the icy, reserved type, are you? You've always been aloof with me. Now you've finally shown interest." As for that saying—when a woman becomes interested in a man and can't wait to find out the answer, it means she's already on her way to being completely captivated. "Well, since I've developed my skills on my own without formal training, I've always been able to maintain a calm and composed presence—so it's quite natural that you wouldn't notice it," he said with great conviction, adding, "Your energy is so pure; I actually sensed it even when I was just standing by the classroom door. That's why I've been so persistent in asking to sit next to you, and now I haven't yet had the courage to inquire—what sect are you from, esteemed friend?" "I'm sorry, we haven't had much time to get acquainted, so I'm unable to share your sect or lineage," replied the young lady with serious composure. "You claim to have developed your skills without any formal training. Then, how exactly did you come to master them?" In the realm of cultivation, it's quite different from other disciplines—even if one learns independently, one would at least need some reference materials. It would be quite extraordinary indeed if someone were to intuitively develop a cultivation path of such refined wisdom, and yet "Hehe, my family's secret technique—ever since I've been wandering abroad since childhood, I've gradually refined it through trial and error, based on the often unclear and fragmented teachings I've encountered." Qin Feng's skill in lying had long been perfected, especially when convincing beautiful women—he rarely needed a script, relying entirely on his on-the-spot intuition. Such independent practitioners, without affiliation to any specific sect or lineage, were quite common in the cultivation world, since not every member of a cultivation sect or family possessed cultivation potential, and in some cases, such abilities would even skip generations. "May I kindly ask your esteemed friend, which lineage's technique do you practice?" Lin Caivéi asked for the third time. Qin Feng answered honestly, "The *Tongxuan Technique*!" Lin Caivéi smiled gently, "Ah, so it's the *Tongxuan Technique*. That means we must have some shared roots after all!" "Indeed," said Qin Feng, "I've always known that we two were destined to meet—hehe." He's particularly good at climbing the ladder by following the available handles. Since he became a cultivator through Lingxuan Daoist's lineage, it's clear that Lingxuan Daoist knew nothing about the developments in the cultivation world after his time—his words from hundreds of years ago simply didn't reach him. Since Lin Beauty knows the "Tongxuan Technique," she might even be our little junior sister! Haha! Still, Lin Caiwei shows no excitement at all; instead, she speaks calmly, "The Tongxuan Technique is one of the three foundational cultivation techniques in the cultivation world, with a lineage spanning hundreds to thousands of years. My own cultivation method has evolved and been refined from the Tongxuan Technique—this is quite common throughout the cultivation world!" Man, so you're all using upgraded software while I'm still stuck on the original version. Whether it's the original or the upgraded version, each person has their own way of cutting the meat—there's no guarantee that the upgraded version is inherently better. It all depends on the user's personal preference. "Ah, I see." Qin Feng adopted a humble, eager-to-learn demeanor and said, "In fact, the primary purpose of my return to my homeland is to visit and meet with fellow practitioners. After all, I've found that exploring on my own often leads me down many winding paths. I would be deeply grateful if you could generously share your insights!" He smiled warmly, "Understood, understood. I have one more humble request—I wonder if you could kindly assist with it!" Speaking such formal, flowery words was truly unbearable. After all, Qin Feng detested traditional Chinese dramas, yet now he had to deliver them in a way so stiff and awkward that it made one shiver, engaging in conversation with such a beautiful woman. Lin Caivé looked slightly hesitant, expecting Qin Feng to propose something particularly demanding. To ease her concerns, Qin Feng said, "If it's too much trouble, then that's perfectly fine. My family has preserved many cultivation classics, covering a wide range of topics—such as alchemy and incantations—yet I find myself utterly unable to grasp them. I had actually intended to invite you to study them together. Now, if you're finding it difficult, then let me simply say that I never mentioned it at all."