While holding the scripture to captivate Lin Caivéi, Qin Feng harbored a greater scheme: to clarify the mysteries. Though he had received numerous inheritances from Lingxuan Daoist, they were all dense and archaic classical texts—writing styles and vocabulary from several centuries ago differ significantly from contemporary usage. If interpreted using modern grammar, he would likely experience repeated episodes of internal disruption and collapse. To fully grasp the true meaning of these obscure phrases, the most direct approach is to seek someone of a higher rank and request their explanation. For instance, Confucius' *Lunyu*, to be fully understood and deeply comprehended, cannot be mastered merely by reading the original text—it requires the annotations and commentaries provided by successive great scholars. Lin Caivéi is renowned for her ice-cold elegance, and her skill in repelling others at a distance is her hallmark. If Qin Feng were to simply present the scripture and request an explanation, he would undoubtedly be turned away. So he copied down any sentences he didn't understand, "hiding" them within the secret scrolls, and used the opportunity to ask questions. It's said that matters don't go beyond three, and he had three questions tucked away in his notebook. Though only two were discovered by the other party, that still counted as a major success. Moreover, once he presented the genuine alchemy and incantation scrolls, perhaps the young Lin lady would be so delighted that she’d answer his third question right then and there. Although the alchemy section recorded only simple remedies, it still astonished Lin Caivai—these formulas were considered family secrets, known only to the headmaster, and never passed on to any other members. The Lin family, a renowned cultivation dynasty with a lineage spanning over a thousand years, had around fifteen core members and dozens of peripheral ones. Each year, they invested heavily in materials to produce pills, yet the final share received by each individual remained scarce. Moreover, the quality of the elixirs produced varies significantly from batch to batch—often imperceptible upon inspection. As to who receives the superior elixirs and who ends up with the inferior ones, it largely depends on luck. According to one of the family's core members, this outcome is deeply tied to both the preparation methods and the raw materials. Since alchemical techniques are tightly guarded and shared only among major sects, even failed approaches are treated as closely held secrets. This creates a critical issue: once the individuals who possess these methods meet with unforeseen circumstances, the methods themselves are lost. Such incidents have occurred repeatedly across various sects, leaving later generations to piece together and gradually refine techniques based on fragmented accounts—thus, the original methods inevitably fade into obscurity. This phenomenon is not limited to the cultivation world; it is equally evident in the ancient martial arts realm, where numerous martial arts forms have vanished over time. For instance, the legendary *Kuihua Classic*, renowned for its commanding presence, has disappeared in this manner. Setting aside the ingredients for elixir preparation, Qin Feng's handwritten manuscript provides a highly detailed account of the entire process, with strict specifications for each step. Though she had never handled elixir-making before, she could clearly see that following this method would surely yield higher-grade, more abundant elixirs. "Now let's take a closer look at this 'Youth-Preserving Elixir,' I believe this one is truly the most important," Qin Feng said, flipping to the next page with a cheerful smile. "If we can successfully produce it, it will definitely fetch a good price—what do you think?" Lin Caivie silently sighed, regretting that the content of the previous page, which she had been about to commit to memory, was ultimately lost due to Qin Feng's page-turning. How could Qin the Young Lord not have noticed her silent note-taking? As an accomplished assassin, unconscious memory—a vital skill—was essential; the ability to absorb information at a glance while retaining it effortlessly. Clearly, Lin had not received such training. Once interrupted during her silent absorption, her efforts would inevitably come to nothing. She glanced at the introduction of the youth-preserving pills and nodded. "This kind of remedy—something not only cultivators can use, but also accessible to ordinary people—is highly valuable. Women spend a significant amount each year just to maintain their youthful appearance. If we can successfully produce these pills, they will surely be in high demand!" Qin, the young executive, chuckled. He had already submitted this formula to Hou Bao, instructing him to study it thoroughly. He was confident that the Qin Group would soon enter the cosmetics industry and launch competitive, high-quality products. "Also, here's the description of several incantation scrolls." Before Lin, the beautiful woman, could finish memorizing them, he flipped to the next page. After several consecutive failures, Lin Caiwei simply gave up trying to memorize them. She wasn't stupid—how could she fail to see Qin's true intentions? Regarding incantation scrolls, she knew very little. In the eyes of the elder scholars in the cultivation world, pills were considered a niche specialty; scrolls were truly a sideline, even a backward practice. Lower-level cultivators might occasionally use them, but higher-level practitioners often faced disdain and contempt from their peers. With the earlier forms of alchemy established, she had good reason to believe that incantation magic was equally genuine. As Qin Feng put it, the secret manual he had copied appeared to be several thousand years old. Of course, Lin Caivé wouldn’t believe everything—he certainly exaggerated in some parts. Even if the manuscript were only a few hundred years old, it would still spark a significant wave of excitement across the cultivation world, given the widespread suffering among major sects and families due to the loss of such traditions. Her heart stirred with excitement. If she could present these materials to her family, Lin family’s strength would be fundamentally strengthened—not only its core and peripheral members, but also many younger generations would benefit. Yet how to approach Qin Feng about it? This was a serious issue. Lin, the graceful young woman, understood her own nature—since childhood, she had never opened her mouth to anyone, and she had no idea what it meant to ask for help. If it were just ordinary things, that would be fine—but this involves the secret scrolls on alchemy and incantation creation. No one would easily give such treasures away. Would they have to take them by force? If she were to act, she doubted she’d succeed. To fight Qin Feng over just a few pages from a handwritten manuscript seemed utterly inappropriate. It was clear that his scrolls contained much more than that—only by fully extracting them could the family secure greater benefits. Such a person could only be a friend, never an adversary. While she was struggling internally, a couple of figures stepped into the trees not far away. Before they even settled their feet, they began removing each other’s clothes. The couple was unaware of the two women’s presence, and with their movements so fluid, in mere moments the girl’s pants and even her underwear were stripped off. The man laid his outer robe on the ground, inviting the girl to sit atop him, then swiftly unbuttoned half of his own trousers and rushed forward, eager to begin. Their speed was simply astonishing—Qin Feng and Lin Caivui couldn't react at all, and as they stared in shock, the male partner began moving swiftly at his waist while the female one started shouting. "Shall we just leave, then?" said the beautiful woman, her face flushed. "Why should we leave? Don't practitioners of cultivation emphasize simplicity and restraint, viewing even a mountain pressing down upon them as nothing?"