The spiritual energy within Qin Feng's body surged like a wild, untamed horse, completely beyond his control, rushing toward his fingertips and then into the small steaming cauldron. The dantian's spiraling energy rotated swiftly, yet it was clearly evident that the energy it generated was insufficient to sustain such rapid consumption. If this continued, Qin Feng would either wake up from unconsciousness or, in the worst case, have the spiraling energy disrupted, reverting from a cultivator back to a common person. Sweating profusely, Qin Feng realized the situation was dire, and Fang Fang noticed something was wrong, asking, "What's wrong with you? Stop it immediately!" With gritted teeth, he replied, "I'd like to, but I can't. The energy is no longer under my command. NND—this small thing is so dominant, and I fear I may not be able to compete with it!" Fang Fang grew increasingly concerned. What could they do? She raised one of her jade hands and placed it gently over the cauldron's other side, guiding the spiritual energy through her arm to reach his fingertips. "Fangfang, what are you doing? Don't be silly—don't risk yourself like this. Get your hands off right away!" He said in an urgent tone. "No!" Fangfang replied firmly. Her spiritual energy flowed swiftly through her fingertips into the small cauldron. The cauldron jolted violently, strongly repelling Fangfang's spiritual energy and actively resisting her efforts to infuse it. On Qin Feng's side, the pressure suddenly eased significantly. The beautiful woman beamed with satisfaction and said, "Good! The more it resists, the more I have to push against it—until it finally lets you go!" Qin's clothes were now soaked with sweat. He gasped heavily as he spoke, "Fangfang, you're simply so mischievous! You wouldn't listen to me at all. See how I'll deal with you tonight!" Fangfang pouted, her expression displeased, and huffed, "I'm doing this to save you! If you don't thank me, that's one thing. But to repay my kindness with resentment—how very ungrateful you are!" "A voice from the door: Mei Hui said, 'What are you two up to? Qin Feng, you're drenched in sweat!' Seeing Fang Fang had not come to join her for TV, the beautiful CEO felt puzzled and took the opportunity to go upstairs during the commercial break. 'Come on, Hui-jun, let's join in. This little Ding is trying to absorb all of Feng's spiritual energy—we're fighting it together,' Fang Fang didn't have time to explain much. 'Hurry up! Extend your hand and direct your spiritual energy to your fingertips!' Though a bit puzzled, she followed the instructions. With the third wave of spiritual energy entering, the Ding trembled more intensely, as if trying to detach itself from all three of their hands. Qin Feng, sensing the moment was right, said firmly, 'I'll count one, two, three—let's all pull back our spiritual energy together!' The two women nodded. As the word 'three' was spoken, they simultaneously released their hands. The Ding emitted a soft 'whoosh' and began to descend, yet stopped abruptly at thirty centimeters above the ground, hovering there in a most unusual way. Though he's small in stature, this thing weighs over one kilogram and hovers effortlessly in midair, which is astonishing. Qin's young lord moved swiftly, catching it in one hand, shaking it vigorously while cursing, "You son-of-a-bitch! I promised to give you a fresh start, and now you're trying to drain me dry! I'm tossing you straight into the toilet—after all, you're too big to go down the drain. Just wait and suffer!" The little steamer seemed frightened, emitting a soft, wind-like "whooshing" sound. "You're already afraid now? Too late," said Qin's young lord, heading straight for the bathroom. Swish— The little steamer had transformed from its original dark green to a uniform golden hue, and now projected more eerie images that filled the entire bedroom. These images were in 3D, featuring towering mountains and lush trees, with winding streams and pavilions and terraces scattered throughout. What drew the most attention were several patches resembling flower gardens—though most of the plants within these gardens were green and never bloomed. Mei Hui stared wide-eyed, pointing at a patch of garden with a stammering voice: "Xuan Shen... it's actually Xuan Shen. I heard that this herb had already gone extinct by the Tang Dynasty!" The Qin Group had extensive operations in the pharmaceutical sector, so as the CEO, Mei Hui knowing several medicinal plants was no surprise. What was surprising, however, was her claim that Xuan Shen had gone extinct since the Tang Dynasty—having vanished for over a thousand years, how did she recognize it? Before he could ask a question, the elegant CEO volunteered: "Xuan Shen was documented in renowned medical texts from the Tang Dynasty. It was said to treat over a hundred diseases. Later, due to the wars at the end of the Tang Dynasty and the increasing demand from the imperial family and wealthy households, it eventually became completely extinct!" "So impressive. Then the other patches must also contain medicinal herbs," Qin asked. The CEO shook her head: "I don't recognize the rest. If my father-in-law were here, he'd surely be able to identify several. He has deep expertise in ancient herbs that have gone extinct!" "Pfft... The image shrinks back into the small tripod, its golden hue gradually returning to its original black with a greenish tint. Could it be that this small tripod contains an independent space? The Book of God Kings describes such artifacts—take, for instance, the Huan Yuan Jin Dou, which imprisoned the twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan School, housing within it an overwhelmingly powerful Nine-Curve Yellow River Array. But how does one enter? He raises his hand and addresses the tripod: "If you don't want to end up in the toilet, just stay put! Keep the image you projected earlier inside. As for how to get in—should you fail to cooperate, you'll be tossed straight into the toilet. Our three of us use this very toilet every day to solve our problems. You'll suffer terribly!" Wheeew... The tripod begins to cry again. For someone who only sheds tears when the coffin is right before their eyes, one must truly go all out. When the small bronze vessel was less than forty centimeters from the surface of the toilet water, and Qin Feng was about to let go, it suddenly vibrated violently, drawing the two women and the three of them in with it. The three felt dizzy, their bodies tossed up and down, and when they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in the same scene—fresh air, a gentle stream flowing, birds singing, flowers fragrant. The two women were astonished. Qin Feng, slightly more composed, rushed toward the herb garden named Xuan Shan, plucked a plant from the soil, where its root system was well-developed—main root combined with fine roots reaching up to sixty or seventy centimeters in length. Besides the earthy scent, it carried a strong aroma of traditional Chinese herbal medicine. Indeed, it was medicinal—excellent! The two women also excitedly hurried over. Qin Feng said to them, "Pull one specimen of each herb and take them to Hou Bo for study of their properties. With so many fine treasures, wouldn't it be a great pity not to sell them for profit?" The two women followed suit, soon gathering dozens of medicinal herbs. Qin Feng didn't overlook the trees around either, diligently plucking leaves and fruits, bustling about with enthusiasm. Soon, the herbs piled up like a small hill. All three realized at once a crucial issue: how to get out. They looked at each other, then Qin Feng, in a huff, called out loudly, "Xiao Ding, get us out of here—otherwise, I'll never stop nagging you!"