The phone reading: Lin Caiwei’s face turned pale as if torn apart, her body trembling with intense pain. The e-book reader watched the beautiful woman in distress, feeling deeply uneasy. At the same time, he felt utterly unscrupulous about continuing—his inner passion burned ever fiercer, and how could he possibly pause at such a crucial moment? If it weren’t for his innate sensitivity to women’s well-being, and the drugs stimulating his body, he would never have stopped in response to her suffering. Suddenly, he recalled that when he had lain with other girls, his separated spiritual energy had helped heal their damaged areas—why not try that now? Likewise, without the influence of alcohol and medication, he would never have thought of this at all. For Lin Caiwei was fundamentally different from Mei Hui, Fang Fang, and Huang Xiao Zhi—she was a genuine cultivator, and her level far surpassed his own. Qin Feng's spiritual energy could help ordinary girls open their meridians and transform them into cultivators, fundamentally because they were ordinary people. Yet now, he faced Lin Caivéi, whose spiritual energy was several times greater than his own. If he suddenly infused his energy into her body, the clash between the two distinct energies would result in serious consequences. Urged to relieve Lin's suffering, Qin Feng didn't hesitate, simply guiding a stream of spiritual energy through the closely connected area between them into her body. Lin Caivéi suddenly widened her eyes, staring at him with a look of astonishment. As a seasoned cultivator, she was well aware of the consequences if spiritual energy were suddenly introduced into her body—she was completely stunned by Qin Feng's actions. Qin, still unaware of what was happening, smiled and said, "You'll soon stop feeling the pain!" Lin Meiren was about to speak when a warm sensation suddenly arose, gradually replacing the tearing pain. The words forming on her lips slipped back down as she focused entirely on experiencing this warmth. In just a few seconds, the pain completely vanished, and the warm flow didn’t feel rejected—it naturally entered her meridians, blended with her inner qi, and eventually returned to her dantian. She stared at the ceiling in wide-eyed astonishment. Qin Feng finally regained his composure and hurriedly asked with concern, "Did I do something wrong? Good heavens, I’ve forgotten all my common sense—how about you, Weiwei? Are you all right?" Lin Meiren stared straight at him, silent. It was bad—something must have gone wrong. Qin Feng slapped his own face: "It’s all my fault! Weiwei, please rest assured—no matter what I have to do, I’ll restore you to your original state. I swear to heaven!" "Then, if I’m all right, shall we be?" "Suddenly, the beautiful woman asked, 'What's wrong?' He paused, then replied without hesitation, 'Then I'll treat you well for life—cherish you, protect you, never let you suffer any harm. What if the Lin family dares to bully you again? I'll wipe them out!' 'Oh, you really think you can wipe out the Lin family?' she laughed. 'You can't even beat me—how can you possibly wipe out those who've been treating you unfairly?' Qin, blushing deeply, scratched his head and said, 'Well, I'll definitely make sure you're never bullied again. Even if it costs me my life, I'll protect you. Wait—hold on, isn't that right? Vivian, are you really all right?' 'Of course I am,' she said with a graceful tone. 'If I were in any trouble, I'd have already gone into a state of internal turmoil.' That doesn't make sense. I've already transferred my spiritual energy into your body. How could you possibly be fine? To be safe, he asked again, 'Are you absolutely certain?' 'Absolutely certain.' Lin's rosy cheeks flushed as she whispered, "This must be fate—we truly meet the requirements for mutual cultivation!" In the cultivation world, couples who satisfy the dual cultivation criteria are exceedingly rare, with only one in a thousand achieving it. Due to such low odds, many cultivators choose ordinary people as partners, or seek out fellow cultivators solely for physical intimacy. Such a partner is admired by peers and often referred to as a "divine companion"—not only fulfilling the basic physical needs, but also significantly enhancing both parties' cultivation levels, with faster progress than through rigorous solo practice. Therefore, as long as two cultivators have the foundational qualities for mutual cultivation, age, sect affiliation, or any other factors no longer matter—even rivals can set aside their differences and simply share a bed. "Really?" Qin Feng was thrilled, having unexpectedly found a true mutual cultivation partner—something no one could reasonably explain. The double-union with Mei Hui and the one unfolding before them are worlds apart. "Of course it's real—rascal!" Lin Mei scolded with a delicate pout. "Ha ha, what wonderful fortune! You've truly treated me well, Heaven above—I'll thank you through eight generations of my ancestors!" As he shouted, he began moving his waist, channeling the spiritual energy continuously into the beauty's body. The two streams of energy converged, circulating once around Lin Caivie's body, then returning to Qin Feng's meridians. With each complete cycle of the great circulation, both of them experienced clear and noticeable benefits. As the energy flowed steadily, the alcohol and medications within their bodies gradually evaporated, turning into sweat that seeped out. Both of them awoke fully conscious. Qin Feng, having gained the upper hand, naturally felt no embarrassment—what mattered most was Lin Mei. Lin Meiren recalled her previous hesitant, ambivalent attitude, blushing deeply—her cheeks flushed crimson, and even her two delicate ears turned red. Since meeting Qin Feng just a few days ago, they had ended up sharing a bed, a development she had never imagined possible. Every young woman harbors a dream of a prince and a princess, and Lin Meiren, as a cultivator, was no exception. According to her ideal of love, the partner should first be someone stronger than herself, and then, through gentle, romantic courtship, their relationship would naturally blossom into a harmonious, fulfilling union. Yet now, she knew only Qin Feng’s name and a little about his background—everything else remained unknown—and yet, she had carelessly entrusted her most treasured possession, a gift she had preserved for nineteen years. It had happened in the private room of the club, which, in her mind, should have been at least a hotel. In fact, this was merely a misconception—what difference is there between a hotel and a club? Reflecting on her previous performance, Lin Caivé realized it wasn't her usual style—yet the intense desire she had felt was vivid and undeniable. Suddenly, she recalled the bottle of wine she had drunk. Could it be that the wine was at fault? Regardless, both of them had already reached this point, and it would have been too awkward to directly ask Qin Feng whether he had added anything to the wine. So she rephrased her question: "Qin Feng, where did you get the wine we drank just now?" While continuing his actions, Qin the Young Man replied, "I picked it up last time I visited Han Feng—he had it available, so I took it over. If you'd like, I can buy more according to the label, hehe."