?Mobile reading At noon, Qin Feng drove Lin Caivai to the hotel where they would meet Lin's elderly patriarch. On the way, Lin, ever mindful, gave Qin Feng a heads-up: "Qin Feng, the old man has a notoriously bad temper—he gets angry easily. You'd better be prepared!" "How bad can his temper be, compared to yours? I can tolerate you, and I'm sure I can tolerate anyone else." He said with a smug air, driving the beautiful woman half to fury. Lin Caivai, flushed with indignation, replied, "If you're going to treat good intentions as if they were horse liver and lungs, don't forget to tell me so when the time comes!" Qin Feng's mission was originally to use Lin Caivai as a bridge to connect with more cultivators. He certainly wouldn't give up this opportunity simply because the old man had a bad temper. Besides, it was their first meeting, and Lin's family had come to him for help—how could the old man possibly be angry with him? As they were about to reach the hotel, Lin Meiren suddenly became awkward, speaking softly, "There's one more thing—I've slightly modified the secret technique you gave me. If the old man asks about it, you mustn't expose me!" He stared at her in surprise, wondering—what if he had told you about this? Then why go through all the 'artistic' adjustments? Didn't he think it was easier to explain a lie than to keep one yourself? Lin Caivie casually added, "I just don't want them to get the good things so easily. After all, they always act so proud, as if they owe me a lot, when in reality, they've been consistently shortchanging me." He immediately understood—her relationship with the family wasn't strong, and it was entirely natural for a young person to rebel and go against their family expectations. "Don't worry," he smiled, "I'll definitely stand by you." Getting off the vehicle, under the guidance of the female hostess, they proceeded to the appropriate floor. The private dining room door was open, and upon seeing her granddaughter arrive with guests, an elderly man inside quickly rose with a warm smile, greeting Qin Feng cheerfully, "You must be Xiao Qin, truly a young talent! Xiao Wei has often praised you on the phone!" Qin Feng couldn't believe it—given his deep understanding of Lin Caivi, how could she possibly praise him so much? Lin, the beautiful woman, introduced him with a neutral expression: "Qin Feng, this is Mr. Lin, the head of our family." She referred to the elderly man as "head of the family," not "grandfather"—a clear indication once again of her strained relationship with the household. The elder didn't mind his granddaughter's title, extended his hand and bowed, "I am Lin Fenglei, and I particularly enjoy meeting young talents like you. Please don't stand any longer—sit down and enjoy yourselves!" Qin Feng found the elder's enthusiasm rather overwhelming, especially since it felt quite insincere. Even Lin, the beautiful young lady, found the old man's actions somewhat embarrassing, which clearly showed how hypocritical he was. For the sake of completing the task, Brother had to put up with it. The old man wanted benefits from Qin Feng, while Qin Feng, in turn, sought to use him to connect with more cultivators—each of them had their own ulterior motives. Sitting in the main seat with a warm smile, the old man said, "I just went to the kitchen a moment ago—things are quite clean, and the seafood is fresh and lively. I simply picked a few dishes at random; I'm not sure if they suit your taste!" "I do enjoy seafood," Qin Feng replied, knowing that this hotel was particularly renowned for its seafood. It wasn't because the dishes were especially excellent, but rather because of the high prices—each lobster cost several thousand, each king crab as well, and items like abalone and sea cucumber were far more expensive than those at other seafood markets. The dishes arrived quickly. Lin Feng Lei, a true fox, kept chatting with Qin Feng, yet never brought up the real matter at hand. More than a dozen dishes had filled the table. After the server departed, the old man extended his right hand, and suddenly a sky-blue jade bottle appeared in the palm of his hand—elegant and ancient in design. "Qin, try this Lin family elixir wine," he said. "It's been aged in our cellars for over a hundred years—older than I am!" Wasn't that a bit exaggerated? Could a bottle of wine actually still be drinkable after a century? He looked at Lin Caivi with a skeptical gaze, who nodded seriously, clearly indicating the old man wasn't exaggerating. To win over Qin Feng, Lin Fenglei had truly put in considerable effort—this wine was something he usually reserved for special occasions. After all, he was a man who drank wine like his life depended on it. "How could I possibly deserve such an honor," he said, "to be invited by the Lin family head? This hundred-year-old elixir is truly precious. I'm afraid I may not be able to handle it." He was already drooling. If the old man didn't let him taste it, he might just fight him to the finish. In fact, Lin Fenglei was nearly moved to tears. In the morning, he received a notebook and several sheets of paper from his granddaughter, and upon reviewing them, he was deeply inspired—had it not been for this, he would never have thought of pulling out the immortal nectar. "You're simply unbearable, Qin," he said with heartfelt generosity, slowly opening the jade bottle. A rich, intense aroma of wine drifted out, and Qin Feng couldn't help but take several deep breaths, already feeling as though he were intoxicated without having taken a single sip—the wine was truly commanding. With both hands, Lin Fenglei carefully poured a cup for Qin Feng and then filled his own cup. Throughout the process, he glanced at his granddaughter, Lin Caiwei, several times, and finally, despite his efforts, managed to pour a cup for her—though clearly not as much as for Qin Feng. Not a single drop spilled during the entire pouring. In such a refined hotel, pouring wine is typically handled by waiters. Yet, looking at Old Lin's demeanor, one would hardly imagine anyone else—let alone a server—ever getting close enough to touch the bottle. As for the granddaughter Lin Caiwei, that was even less likely. "Little Qin, meeting you for the first time—how about we raise our glasses?" the old man suggested. "Great idea," Qin Feng had been eager to taste the elixir all along, so he lifted his cup, and the two gently clinked their glasses. He seemed quite composed, but Lin Fenglei was so nervous about spilling wine during the collision that it appeared as though their cups had touched, when in fact they hadn't made physical contact at all. Each of them drank their wine down in silence. Qin Feng immediately felt a rich fragrance lingering in his mouth, and an unparalleled sense of comfort spreading throughout his body—his entire body, with no less than three thousand six hundred pores opening simultaneously, radiating a soothing sensation that words could hardly convey. "Excellent wine—truly excellent," he sincerely praised. He had originally been quite proud of having successfully secured fifteen cases of Maotai wine from Wei Senior, but now, compared to this celestial elixir, it seemed utterly ordinary, a world apart. Lin Meiren also lifted her cup, took a small sip, and her expression remained unchanged—far more composed than Qin Feng, who had been shouting and fussing. Qin Feng, quite unrefined, pushed the cup directly toward Lin Fenglei: "Another one! Truly worthy of its reputation as a celestial brew!" They clinked glasses several times over, and Lin the elder grew increasingly worried—each time, less wine was poured, until by the fourth cup, only half a cup remained. Yet he still insisted: "Don't drink too quickly. Savor it, not gulp it down. Young Qin, let's take it slow."