Listening to Qin Feng's words, Lin Fenglei was instantly stunned. The eight-zero e-book and the old man's demeanor were exactly the same—this was the beautiful Lin Caiwei, whose sense of surprise was no less than that of her own nominal grandfather. The old man nearly fainted—his century-old elixir of immortality had been completely consumed by this young man, and not only that, his granddaughter had also been sent off, yet he ended up with such a result. Lin Caiwei stared at Qin Feng with a look of astonishment. As intelligent as she was, she immediately realized that among the old man and the young man, each harboring their own hidden agendas, it was ultimately Qin Feng who had prevailed, leaving the old man thoroughly defeated. It must have been a pretext—the old man had made that judgment right away. Qin Feng, on the other hand, was resolute and confident. After all, he had already eaten and drunk his fill; you wouldn't expect him to regurgitate now, would you? As for the old man's graceful granddaughter, whether or not to send her off—well, if things didn't work out, they could always part ways amicably. The old man had sacrificed so much—he certainly wouldn't leave empty-handed. Now, not only had he fallen into the pit, but he couldn't climb out; he could only keep jumping deeper into it. It was precisely by understanding this psychological state that Qin, the young man, dared to act so boldly. Of course, if Lin Fenglei chose to turn against him, he would have no choice but to yield, since his mission was to gain access to more cultivators through the Lin family. Thus, at this moment, it came down to who could remain firm—the one who persisted until the end would surely prevail. "Little Qin, you're telling the truth," the old man said, making his final verification. "Absolutely true. All those secret treatises are entirely stored in my mind." He pointed to his own head and said seriously, "That's also why all the manuscripts delivered to Wei Wei are hand-copied—because the original wasn't just an ordinary book. How about this: Wei Wei continues to guide me in my cultivation journey. As I progress, I'll be able to access more secret treatises, and then pass them on to you. Once you've studied them thoroughly, you can then teach us both. How does that sound?" The tone of the latter part of his speech was one of negotiation. The old man had already begun to believe, since cultivators were different from ordinary people—receiving transmission wasn't unusual. Many cultivators would choose to seal part of their consciousness within jade discs or jade cong before ascending or passing away, leaving it for their descendants or destined successors. "That works, but young Qin, you must promise me that you'll promptly deliver the treatise contents to young Wei Wei." Lin Fenglei felt it necessary to urge him a bit, so that he wouldn't later play things slow and continued, "As for your relationship with Xiao Wei, I'll discuss it with the family members upon my return. As long as you give us a satisfactory answer, we'll also provide you with one!" After all, it still comes down to a transaction—Lin, the beautiful lady, once again ends up being treated as a bargaining chip to secure his secret manual. "Don't worry, I'll certainly not let you down," he said firmly, gazing at Lin with deep sincerity. Unfortunately, Lin Caiwei was frowning at the window, completely ignoring the exchange of glances. With the conversation now settled, Lin senior had no further need to prolong the small talk and gently signaled for him to leave. Qin Feng genuinely disliked such people who placed interests above all else. At his request, Lin Meiren walked out of the restaurant together with him, citing that his friends had drunk too much and were not fit to drive back, so she would give them a ride. Yet he still took Lin Caiwei directly to the car, never mentioning a thing about driving under the influence. After a few minutes of driving, Lin Meiren, who had been holding her expression stiffly, gently said, "Qin Feng, thank you!" "Thank me? Haha, why?" he asked with a smile. Lin Caiwei turned to look into his eyes and said, "Stop pretending. I can see your real intention—by positioning me as the link between you and the Lin family, you simply want to elevate my status within the family, isn't that right?" "Haha," he smiled lightly, acknowledging it, but soon brightened and added, "How do you know for sure that I didn't deliberately bring you along just to win you over?" "Lin Meiren has a truly excellent command of her expression. She glanced at him coldly and said, 'If your only intention is truly this, why not simply approach the old man directly? He so desperately wants your secret manual that he would certainly agree without hesitation. What's the point of making such a long detour?' 'Well, you've guessed it right,' Qin Feng said, gazing steadily ahead, calm and unhurried. 'What I find most irksome is treating family members like goods or bargaining chips. Since I've encountered this situation and have the means to intervene, I won't allow it to pass unnoticed.' Lin Meiren glanced at him and remarked, 'So you're a good person, then?' 'I wouldn't call myself a good person, but I can certainly say I'm not a bad one,' Qin the Young Man admitted, rarely humble. In his view, those who constantly emphasize being honest and sincere are often just ordinary people—because truly honest and sincere individuals are usually aware of their own shortcomings and feel uncomfortable when they have to openly admit them." He continued, "Not giving the genuine secret teachings to the family first—your approach is correct. I wholeheartedly support it. From now on, we'll be good friends. I'll hand you the true secret teachings exactly as they are. As for any artistic processing you might wish to apply—well, that's entirely up to you!" "Thank you," Lin Meiren sincerely replied, but she immediately caught on, her eyes narrowing. "That means the炼丹 and 制符 books I've learned from you are all fake, isn't it?" Qin Dashi flushed slightly and chuckled awkwardly, "Well, that's no longer important, is it? After all, we both agreed—neither of us wanted the old man to receive the real teachings!" Of course, Lin Caiwei wouldn't let him off so easily with just a few simple remarks. She stared at him firmly, "Hmph! I never thought you'd deceive me like this!" He was quite straightforward, saying, "After all, you never really knew how to make pills or create seals. So, what's the point of me deceiving you?" "Who says I can't? I've been diligently studying since last night. You gave me the wrong approach—how could I possibly learn from that?" Lin Beijia insisted. "No way! You've wounded the purity of my heart. As compensation, you must hand me over hundreds of unaltered methods!" You're really quite demanding, aren't you? My own lineage has barely surpassed a hundred methods combined—where would I even steal hundreds from? With a look of disdain, he glanced at the beauty: "You're serious about alchemy? Please don't be joking—your calligraphy is decent, but your painting skills? Quite impressive, actually. You're barely meeting the ghostly scribble standard!" "You're the one who's always scribbling incoherently! Can you even manage to draw something coherent?" After several days of getting to know him, Lin Beijia learned that he actually never drew anything at all. The time he managed to calm the entire class and even the teaching assistant Chen Yue was purely due to good fortune.