"Don't laugh. The Eighty-Electronic Book," Lin Caivui scolded, feeling deeply embarrassed by the whole mess. It wasn't so bad if it were a familiar person—after all, it was just Qin Feng, who had only recently transferred to the school, and was now her very desk-mate. He would surely make fun of her for this forever. Qin Feng kept chuckling, still holding his stomach, and said, "Alright, alright, I won't laugh. Your desk-mate is absolutely adorable—how can you treat TT like a flower, hahahaha..." Lin, with a long, exasperated look, replied, "You're still laughing? If you laugh one more time, I'll punch you!" "Alright, alright, I really am not laughing," Qin, the young nobleman, struggled to suppress his smile, though he was still quite eager to laugh inside, making his expression rather comical. Lin turned away from him, her feet stomping angrily. Qin thought to himself—how far from the beginning was this? Maybe soon he'd get to enjoy a live A-V showdown: free admission, no tickets required, just please stay quiet so as not to disrupt the performers. He suddenly snapped his head, mumbled, "Classmate, that one just now—was it used or unused?" Lin Caivie turned sharply, her eyes blazing with anger, and in mid-air, a bottle of mineral water appeared in her hands. She opened it and carefully washed the hand several times. Actually, washing did have its benefits. Qin, the young noble, thought that since they'd be studying the scroll together shortly, there might be some physical contact—so if she was clean, he'd feel more at ease, hey. This also indicated that she carried a kind of spiritual artifact, like a nayi or a talisman. What exactly it was, however, remained a mystery. After all, everyone knew the principle of "wealth should not be displayed," especially someone as composed and steady as a cultivator. As they continued deeper into the hall, it seemed today just wasn't their lucky day—no couple was to be found. Lin, the beautiful girl, chose a spot sheltered from the wind, laid a tissue on the dry grass, and sat down first. Qin Da was surprised that the other person didn't offer him a tissue, so he sat down with a decisive "thump." Since he was behind, he had the advantage of distance and chose to sit side by side with the beautiful woman, only about thirty centimeters apart. At that close range, he could clearly smell her body fragrance, and he found himself taking several deep breaths, his face expressing genuine pleasure. Lin, the beautiful woman, was furious—especially after the big misstep she'd just made. To be safe, she now made a firm request: "Qin Feng, if you dare to mention what happened to me to anyone else, I'll beat you up!" As the saying goes, "a matter doesn't go beyond three," so Qin Feng replied with a huff, "You keep saying you'll beat me up—do you really think you can do it?" In truth, what he meant was that Lin Caivai is a beautiful woman, and instead of always talking about beating him up, she should be a bit gentler and more graceful—then she'd be even more appealing. The beautiful woman glanced at him with a side eye, huffed, "A mere inferior Quicken Bone Stage cultivator? Handling you is nothing short of a piece of cake. Let me tell you honestly—my stage is Soul Refining!" Soul Refining. Qin Feng's eyes widened. That was truly impressive. According to the records passed down, the average time for cultivators to progress from Strong Body Stage to Quicken Bone Stage is five years, and from Quicken Bone Stage to Soul Refining Stage is fifteen years. Lin Caivie, only nineteen, couldn't possibly have started cultivating since birth, could she? Of course, exceptions exist—take Qin, for instance. Though he's only been involved in cultivation for a few months, he has already reached Quicken Bone Stage, thanks mainly to his dual cultivation with Mei Hui and Fang Fang, as well as the benefits from the hundred-year-old Fire Mushroom he received last time. Lin Caivie was one stage ahead of Qin Feng—now that explained her confidence. "What rank is your Soul Refining Stage?" Qin asked, feeling it was important to know their exact difference. Lin Meiren pouted, "Confidential!" Really confidential? Considering I've studied psychology thoroughly, the more you hide it, the less confident you seem. And lack of confidence means one thing—definitely the lowest-ranked among this tier. "Fine, I'll keep it quiet. You think I didn't guess it? It's just a lower-rank Soul Forging stage, isn't it?" he scoffed. "Who said that? It's mid-tier, not lower!" Lin Meiren, excited, blurted out the truth. "Ah, mid-tier then! That's wonderful news," he said, though he'd been wrong. Still, he now knew the correct answer—so overall, he'd come out on top. Lin Caiwei grew impatient and said, "We came here to chat, didn't we? Why aren't you producing the scroll yet?" Qin Feng thought to himself: This girl has a rather strong temper. She seems to think everyone would naturally treasure their own scrolls—like they're doing her a favor—when in fact, it's just the opposite. How could I possibly keep the scroll secret and still match up with a beautiful woman? I’ll have to make do. He pulled out the notebook he’d prepared in advance. As soon as he opened the first page, Lin, the beautiful woman, erupted in anger: “You’re fooling me! This is clearly modern handwriting—how could it possibly be an ancient scroll?” “Listen,” Qin Feng said with a sniff, “don’t you think it’s naive of you to believe that we’ve just met, and that I’d pull out the original scroll right now? You’re not even my wife—why should I treat you so well?” He added, “If it were you, would you do the same? This notebook contains every word I’ve carefully copied from the scroll—every character, absolutely accurate!” Lin’s face turned crimson once again, and she muttered with growing displeasure, “Then you should have explained this to me from the start—how could I have misunderstood it?” Well, then, it’s my fault. Qin Da-shao demonstrated the demeanor befitting a man, pointing to the middle of the first page and saying, "This passage—'The essence of the vital energy is the eye; the essence of the bones is the pupil; the essence of the tendons is the black eye; the essence of the blood flows through the meridians; the essence of the vital energy is the white eye; the essence of the muscles is the constraint—wrapping and gathering the essences of the tendons, blood, and vital energy, and combining with the meridians to form the ligaments, ascending to the brain, and emerging from the neck—what does this mean? I've read it over and over, yet I still don't understand!" To Lin Beauty, this wasn't a difficult question at all—she quickly provided a clear explanation. "Then what about this sentence—'If the celestial insights unfold swiftly and the profound understanding is achieved, the strategic planning may stem from innate knowledge, yet the character and stature also depend on cultivated training; there is never a case where one's actions depart from the path of support or emerge without origin from one's birthplace'—what does this mean?" Just as before, she swiftly Lin Caiwei immediately spotted the key point, her large eyes widening: "Qin Feng, does these two passages have anything to do with alchemy or incantation creation? They're clearly about cultivation techniques—great, now you're putting me on the spot!" "Ha ha, how could I possibly copy from you? It's actually what I've copied directly from the secret scrolls—I didn't understand it well enough to ask you!" He of course refused to admit it, smiling brightly. "Let's keep going—next comes the alchemy section, followed by the incantation creation chapter. Don't rush!"