The wine in the jade bottle was now down to just half. Lin Fenglei felt utterly heartbroken—so much so that he almost wanted to bang his head against the wall. He had assumed that a twenty-year-old college student wouldn’t have much wine tolerance, and that even if he drank a little, he’d at least manage to leave half the bottle untouched. But now it seemed clear that this young man was determined to finish the bottle before he’d stop. Qin Feng elegantly removed the cork and poured the deep crimson wine into a red wine glass, offering it to her. Lin Meiren thanked him, but before she could finish her words, Qin Feng had already snatched her half-glass of wine away. With a bold declaration, he said, "You drink red wine—white wine is mine! If I don’t go to hell, who will?" Then he poured the remaining half into his mouth and held it for several seconds, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. Lin Caixin’s cheeks instantly turned as red as a perfectly ripe apple—she had just been effectively kissed by the wine. Lin Fenglei brightened, smiled, and raised his thumb in approval: "Little Qin, you’re the most spirited young man I’ve ever met—truly promising!" "Ah, I agree with Lin Grandfather—we’ve hit it off right away," he added, always skilled at climbing the ladder. "They say true friendship is forged in shared blood—let’s raise our glasses and toast to three!" The old man looked utterly exasperated. How could he take my compliments seriously? It's just polite small talk. Qin Feng didn't care about any of that. He boldly pushed his cup toward the old man and said, "You handle it—after all, it's your turn to host me. If you don't make me feel at ease, people will surely say you're living like a dog, given your age." Lin Feng Lei poured a full cup for Qin Feng, but only half for himself. On a typical banquet, if my cup was full and yours wasn't, that would be unacceptable. Yet here, Qin Feng didn't mind at all—on the contrary, he even encouraged the old man to keep it that way. This way, he could enjoy more of the precious nectar. The most ungracious thing was when he lifted his cup with a distinguished air and said, "Mr. Old Man, since you're so seasoned, I'll take this one—please enjoy the rest at your leisure!" Before the old man could even offer a polite response, Qin Feng had already finished it off in one go. Several expensive sea delicacies failed to spark any interest in Qin Feng. Each time he picked up his chopsticks, he merely made a symbolic gesture,夹ing a little food and then setting it aside on the plate, never actually bringing it to his mouth. The immortal nectar had dwindled to one-third of its original amount. Lin, the elderly man, felt it was imperative to voice his demands, or else he risked ending up with the fate of a meat bun thrown into the river—his capital would be significantly diminished once the nectar was gone. With a smile plastered all over his face, he addressed Qin Feng: "Young Qin, I heard from Xiao Wei that you possess quite a few ancestral manuscripts. How about this—let me study these manuscripts thoroughly and then share my findings with you? After all, since you've been self-taught, there will surely be many aspects you find difficult to grasp, won't there? I have no ulterior motive at all—only a desire to prevent these precious works from gathering dust, and also to nurture the younger generation, which is precisely what a senior figure should do!" The way he delivered this speech was nothing short of dignified and well-constructed. Lin couldn't help but feel as Qin Feng was moved to tears, clutching the old man's hand and saying, "Grandfather, I've been worried ever since no one has given me guidance—so many parts of the scroll remain unclear, and as a result, my progress in cultivation has been painfully slow. Now, with your words, I no longer have any worries at all!" "That's wonderful," the old man smiled warmly. "I'll have Xiao Wei teach you about cultivation. I think—well, you two are such a perfect match, truly made for each other!" To secure the scroll, the old man had even been willing to send his granddaughter away. Upon hearing this, Lin Caivé grew pale, angrily setting down her chopsticks one after another. The old man quickly glared at her. Though Lin Caivé was furious, she dared not speak out, and thus turned her back, no longer looking at these two insincere people. Qin Feng's expression grew increasingly puzzled, smiling warmly and saying, "Grandfather, I'm not瞒 you— I actually really like Weiwei. We've already exchanged ideas several times. She's explained to me some difficult issues in cultivation, and even systematically analyzed whether the practices of refining elixirs and drawing seals are truly effective!" "Young people benefit greatly from regular interaction. If possible, I'd like to see you two become life partners—then you'll be able to call me grandfather, too, huh?" The old man continued to act as if he were completely impartial. "Qin Feng, wouldn't it be wonderful if you handed me over the secret manual so I can immediately begin studying it?" Finally, he revealed his true nature—his granddaughter could already be treated as a bargaining chip. Was such a person truly trustworthy and worth collaborating with? The answer was no. Though Qin Feng's experience didn't match the old man's in depth and breadth, he was no less a seasoned professional. How could he possibly be defeated by such a basic, well-crafted strategy? Qin Feng smiled, "Grandfather, you're quite eager, aren't you? Look, even Weiwei is embarrassed now. We're still having dinner—let's save these formalities for after supper. You're so generous, I propose we raise our glasses again. How about that?" Lin Caivie wasn't at all embarrassed—she was furious. She wanted to say, "If you saw me blushing, I'd personally blind you with my fist!" The elder and the younger foxes continued drinking, and the elixir soon ran out. The old man, though slightly unsteady from the wine, kept urging Qin Feng to present his secret manuscript, while Qin Feng was clearly feigning drunkenness, deliberately changing the subject each time. Lin Caivie sat alone, sipping her red wine, occasionally glancing sharply at Qin Feng. According to the old man's account, she had already been Qin's girlfriend, and he even encouraged them to become ordinary life partners. Ordinary partners are merely fulfilling certain physical needs—essentially, just the cohabitation phenomenon between men and women in the cultivation world—quite different from true, deeply committed dual-cultivation partners. Under the elder's persistent requests, Qin Feng finally revealed the truth: "Grandfather, in fact, the secret manuals never existed. I've inherited the family's jade cong instead—the knowledge is all stored in my mind. What's most frustrating is that my ancestors deliberately created obstacles. The content unfolds gradually as I progress. Step by step, it emerges with my own growth. What shall we do about this?"