After hearing Qin Feng's rather clumsy explanation, Lin Caivie felt that no matter whether she stayed or left, it was always "not really." Staying seemed obvious—right there, just a short distance away, a passionate romantic encounter was unfolding between a man and a woman, with movements so vigorous and dynamic they were unprecedented. They constantly changed positions, and the woman's cries rose one after another, reaching ever higher peaks. Yet leaving felt like a definite disadvantage—she was certain Qin Feng would look down on her. After all, he, a mere lower-tier Quicken Bone stage cultivator, could already manage to ignore such a scene; she, a mid-tier Refine Soul stage cultivator, surely couldn't be expected to do the same. Qin's so-called "indifference" was nothing short of a well-acted performance—he never missed a single detail in his peripheral vision. This was far more engaging than simply watching a computer screen displaying a romantic film. Still, the man's combat skills were simply dreadful. Within less than ten minutes, he had already surrendered. Goodness—was he really experiencing kidney deficiency? To make such a short trip through the small forest with a woman, especially after such a brief encounter, was simply unacceptable. Just when he thought there was nothing left to watch, the man lay flat on the ground while the woman lowered her head to his hips, beginning to move her head. Wow, this is clearly aiming for a second act. At last, a spark of brilliance emerged from disappointment—good, really good, well deserved. Keep going, keep going! On the surface, Qin the Young Gentleman appeared as composed as a monk, his expression calm and unruffled. This composure, however, was more due to his incredibly thick skin than any real calmness. As for Lin the Beauty, her face was flushed, and she kept her head down, her hands unconsciously entwined. Though she was making every effort to stay composed, the sounds of the mixed-gender scene kept pouring into her ears, making her restless and agitated. At this moment, she had to admire Qin Feng—while he could achieve such mental clarity and restraint, why couldn’t she? She didn’t realize that her real weakness was simply her lack of thickness in skin. The girl had been working hard all along, and finally the boy regained his previous vigor, mounting the horse once again. But this time, he couldn't last as long—only about three or four minutes before he surrendered once more. The two of them wrapped themselves tightly together, breathing heavily for a while before calmly dressing and walking out hand in hand. The boy's steps were clearly unsteady, as if he were nearly spent. Huff... Lin Caivie finally exhaled deeply, calming the heart that had been racing all along. "Classmate, this simply won't do," Qin, the young noble, said with conviction. "Even a little external pressure is enough to make you anxious and disoriented. This will be a serious setback for your future cultivation. If you can't overcome this hurdle, it will be difficult for you to achieve greater accomplishments!" Lin, the beautiful girl, replied with a sigh of impatience. "Don't bother yourself. There are only two people who can remain completely composed under such circumstances!" "What two?" Qin immediately asked. She replied, "First, those with a truly positive mindset; second, true color-mad individuals—after experiencing numerous romantic and intimate encounters, they naturally become calm and composed!" Qin Feng felt a bit embarrassed at first, then smiled and asked cheerfully, "So, which category do you think I fall into?" "Hmph, I couldn't care less," Lin Beauty huffed. He smiled even wider, saying, "Actually, your analysis is quite sound. I've been thinking about this exactly and wanted to share it with you—just by engaging in romantic and intimate experiences, people naturally become more composed. If you need any help, I'd be more than happy to assist!" Lin Caiwei stared at him in wide-eyed astonishment; she had never seen someone so serious about saying such an unseemly thing. "Ah, helping others has always been my habit, and I always like to do good without seeking recognition," Qin the Young Man added, with a mischievous smile. She would have punched him right then if it weren't for the handwritten notebook in his hands. Seeing the situation was turning unfavorable, he quickly flipped back to his notebook and smiled warmly, saying, "Let's keep investigating. By the way, classmate, looking at all these entries, what do you think—do you believe the information recorded here is genuine?" "Without concrete practice, we can't make a final judgment," Lin Meiren remarked with a sniff. "That said, given the detailed records at every step, it's quite likely to be true!" In fact, she already believed it to be true with at least eight out of ten confidence. Qin Feng nodded. "That's good. Then, when you have time, try it out. By the way, there's one point I still don't quite understand—could you kindly clarify it for me, classmate?" "I'm a bit tired today," Lin Caiwei replied, realizing that after just witnessing that dramatic scene, she found it hard to concentrate. "RIGHT! TODAY! Oh, maybe I'm moving too fast. Though I was raised abroad, I'm still a man of traditional mindset. Perhaps we should wait until we get to know each other better. Of course, if you insist, I'll agree." Qin Feng deliberately pronounced the character "ri" with a level tone, his face looking utterly unimpressed, his hands tightly clasped together, looking more than a little put out. Lin Beauty was so furious she nearly fainted, "Qin Feng, if you keep acting like this, I'll just ignore you completely..." With that, she turned and walked off, her feet pushing off the ground with such force that she floated gracefully, like a leaf drifting in the wind, landing twenty meters away before performing a series of light jumps and vanishing completely. "Wow, this truly is the power of a senior cultivator at the Huán Hún stage—no doubt, quite dominant," he murmured, raising his thumb toward the direction where the beauty had disappeared. "Ignore me? You really think you can afford that? My good stuff is endless—there's no shortage of treasures that could make any cultivator go wild. You'd be next!" Lin Caiwei didn't head straight to her dormitory but instead went to a corner by the wall, pulled out her phone, and dialed the number. "Hello, this is Xiao Wei. I've reviewed the scroll he provided—it's a portion he copied, and it seems authentic. It covers alchemy and incantation preparation. He likely has more such materials, probably dating back several hundred years. What should we do next?" A warm, delighted, yet slightly elderly voice came through the speaker. "That's wonderful! We've been struggling to find ways to improve our alchemical techniques—what a blessing for the Lin family! Xiao Wei, listen carefully—no matter what method you use, keep extracting more valuable information from him!" A hint of annoyance appeared in Lin's expressive eyes. "You might not know, but Qin Feng is quite perceptive. He noticed that I've been silently memorizing the formulas for medicinal preparations. From our previous interactions, it's clear he's determined to gain something from me—and it's going to be difficult to extract real benefits from him!" "He paused for a moment, then added, 'Then do your best—ideally, we secure something valuable, but more importantly, build a strong friendship with him. The closer the better. I'll make sure to secure a proposal from the elders at the earliest opportunity. If necessary, we'll offer generous terms to establish a cooperative relationship!' 'Understood,' she replied calmly. The elder seemed unsatisfied with this response and added, 'Remember—this must be at all costs. We want to cultivate a close relationship with him, ideally bringing him directly into the Lin family. Xiao Wei, shouldn't you understand what I mean?' Lin Caivé said with growing frustration, 'You've already made it very clear—aren't you just talking about the "beauty strategy"? In your eyes, I've always been just a tool to serve the family's interests. I've known this all along!' "