?Reading on mobile phone It's often said that three women make a play. In the living room of Bao Ling Electronic Book, the three women were chatting happily, their voices full of laughter and joy, to the point that Qin, the young noble, had become nothing more than a servant—someone who brought tea, water, and snacks, and who barely got to speak. In fact, the women kept on recounting various awkward incidents involving him. Come on, basing one's own happiness on others' suffering—this is quite unethical. Of course, he only voiced his complaints quietly in his heart. If he actually said anything, he'd surely be attacked by the group. Finally, he seized his chance and spoke as quickly as possible: "Huihui and Fangfang, don't you have many questions about cultivation that you'd like to ask Weiwei? Why aren't you asking her now?" Qin was self-taught, and often didn't fully understand the topics himself—his knowledge was always like a half-full bottle, constantly shaking. His students, therefore, naturally had even more questions. "Yes, exactly. I'd like to know what you mean by that." "Mei Hui said, 'Yet through deliberate study and in-depth inquiry, one may grasp the essential truths—then, even a whole cow appears as mere formless shape, and every action yields success...'" This quote comes from the *Tongxuan Technique*. Not only Mei Hui, but Fang Fang also found themselves stuck at this point. As for how Qin Feng had managed to pass through it in the past, he himself could not clearly explain. Lin Caivi began to carefully explain the passage to the two women, and soon they became like chickens constantly nodding their heads, listening intently. Then, Fang Fang and Mei Hui asked a series of questions—challenges that seemed insurmountable to them, yet trivial for Lin Caivi. Qin, the young lord, could not bear to interrupt them and went off alone to the restaurant. The clean dining table was spacious enough to serve as an ideal surface for drawing symbols. First, he laid a drawing mat on the glass tabletop, then pulled out yellow tablet paper, red lacquer, and other materials. He placed a white porcelain dish with the red lacquer, poured pure water to dissolve it, and picked up a wolf-hair brush—ready to begin his ink flow. With the wolf-hair brush well-soaked in vermilion, he took a deep breath, expelled the stale air from his chest, and shouted, "Good!" then began to write. His study of seal-making had been limited to the explanations he'd received from the Lady Lin during their forest visit—yet here he was, confidently drawing the seal. His self-assurance was truly extraordinary. The three women were fully captivated by that single exclamation of "Good." "What is he doing, Feng?" Fang Fang asked curiously. "He's just making up characters, like a ghost drawing—Wivi, what do you think?" Mei Hui also inquired. Lady Lin smiled and said, "Hui Hui is right—he's just making up characters. I don't believe he'll succeed. The most fundamental technique, force transmission, he hasn't even used!" Yet observing Qin, the young lord, one could see the brush dancing fluidly between his hands, advancing and retreating with a sense of dragon-like grace and phoenix-like elegance. Still, the three women didn't share this view. To them, "chaotic and frantic" was a more accurate description—something that truly captured the scene. His brush moved like a dragon and a serpent, and finally, he lifted the brush handle upward, declaring solemnly, "The task is complete!" Fang Fang held onto Lin Caiwei's hand and said, "Won't he have just been lucky enough to succeed? Really, it's all done!" Lin, the beautiful woman, shook her head and remarked, "It's just a piece of blank paper—there's not a single ripple of spiritual energy to be found. It barely convinces someone who doesn't know better!" Qin Feng set down his brush and looked up, saying to Caiwei, "You're standing there talking without any of the pain in your back. The pattern on a scroll is so intricate—if you can't master a continuous brushstroke, achieving force through the brush is just as good as having a useless scroll!" "Then you've been practicing the pattern first, haven't you?" Lin stood up from the sofa, and the three women walked together toward the dining room. He shrugged, "You're absolutely right. My next scroll will feature spiritual energy flowing through the brushstroke—so you'll just have to clap and cheer for me!" More like a mixture of cheers and mockery, perhaps Once again soaking the brush in vermilion, Qin Feng slowly guided the tip toward the yellow tablet paper, covering a distance of several dozen centimeters—yet it took over a dozen seconds before the brush finally touched the paper. Throughout this process, he continuously adjusted the amount of spiritual energy, ensuring the brushstick remained intact and the brush tip never fragmented into fluttering hairs. Indeed, the intrusion of spiritual energy causes intense molecular changes within materials; even steel could be shattered under such influence. When the brush tip finally made contact with the paper, the ribbon-like yellow tablet visibly trembled. Without hesitation, Qin Feng reduced the spiritual energy by one-tenth, regardless of whether the paper could withstand it, and began to write in a flowing, almost chaotic manner. As the brush moved continuously, a series of seemingly disordered lines gradually formed patterns on the paper. Mei Hui and Fang Fang stared in wide-eyed amazement. Lin Caiwei admired his command of spiritual energy deeply, yet still didn't fully believe he could succeed. If spiritual seals were this easy to draw, the cultivation world would have long been overwhelmed with them. Due to his intense concentration, beads of sweat had already gathered on his forehead. As the pattern gradually refined, the yellow tablet—once lifeless—began to show signs of vitality, and subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy started to emerge. Upon completing the final stroke, he exhaled deeply, not even bothering to wipe his sweat, and asked, "Weiwei, did I succeed?" Lin's expression was absolutely captivating—her large eyes were wide open, her mouth stretched to its fullest, one hand pressed against her chest, the other resting on the table, murmuring, "It's impossible—it's simply impossible!" Seeing her reaction, Qin Feng knew he had succeeded. He picked up the seal and smiled, "It wasn't that difficult, really. I only tried it once, and it worked!" Mei Hui asked, "What kind of seal did you draw?" "The Binding Seal," Qin Feng replied, giving a light tap to her shoulder. "Hehe, give it a try!" *Plink...* The seal made contact with Mei Hui's right shoulder, and the pattern flashed briefly. Then her expression went blank, and her entire body stiffened. "Huihui, can you move?" he asked. At that moment, the beautiful CEO could only move her eyes—everything else was completely still. Lin Caivie gave him a solid slap. "What are you doing? This Binding Seal is quite powerful—the person under its effect cannot regain mobility for a full hour!" An hour—that's two hours, right? Now he'd definitely messed up. Qin Da was looking utterly exasperated, quickly lifting Mei Hui up horizontally and carrying her toward the sofa, while saying, "Huihui, believe me—I didn't mean to do this on purpose. I never thought a simple piece of paper could have such a powerful impact. Just lie down on the sofa and rest for two hours. I'll turn on your favorite show. But we need to agree now: once you're back to your full strength, don't come looking for any trouble from me!" When he finally settled the beautiful CEO on the sofa, the woman from the dining room had already rolled up her sleeves—Qin Feng could do it; there was no reason she couldn't.