?Reading on mobile phone Fang Zhan opened her eyes wide, intently watching Lin Caivui draw the spirit seals. Eight Zero E-book Lin Beauty adopted the same method as Qin Feng—first mastering the pattern of the spirit seals. With a high level of artistic skill in painting, she could effortlessly render those seemingly intricate designs just by glancing at them. Next, she channeled her spiritual energy through the pen shaft, directly reaching the tip of the brush. A soft crackling sound emerged from the pen shaft, and she promptly withdrew two-tenths of her spiritual energy, ensuring only minor cracks appeared—no significant impact on the overall process. Holding her breath, she slowly lowered the wolf-hair brush. As the brush tip approached the paper, the pen shaft suddenly snapped, sending the brush tip flying and striking the opposite wall, leaving a vibrant red vermilion imprint. Lin Beauty blushed slightly, set down the half-remaining pen shaft, and picked up a second wolf-hair brush. Fang Fang encouraged from the side, "Failure is the mother of success. After all, only a pen has been wasted. Don't let it bother you, Weiwei. Just stay calm this time and you'll be fine!" Qin Feng stood beside her, silent, gazing thoughtfully at the wolf-hair pen in her hands. This time, she deeply breathed in three times before slowly channeling her spiritual energy into the pen shaft, all the way to the tip, and her writing speed was even slower than before. The pen shaft remained intact and the tip stood firm, yet as it touched the paper, the yellow rice paper was instantly pierced by the force of the pen and quickly gathered into a cluster—paper ruined, pen unharmed. "Let's try another sheet," Fang Fang offered a fresh sheet. "Three times, and that's enough," Lin Meiren said with confidence. But this incident was even more serious—the pen's force once again pierced the paper, and as she grew tense, the entire pen shaft burst, scattering the crimson wolf-hair pen in all directions. None of the three escaped unscathed, all covered in red spots, and the walls and ceiling around them were likewise dotted with red. "This seems like another failure," Qin Feng said, his face grim. Lin Beauty looked subdued. Whether in painting or cultivation, she firmly believed herself to be several levels above Qin Feng—yet how could it be that he succeeded while she kept failing three times in a row? Fang Fang wiped her face, her hands stained with vermilion, and said, "I need to wash up first. Vi Vi, don't worry—failure means nothing. I believe you'll succeed!" Lin Beauty turned to Qin Feng, cooing, "How did you manage to succeed? Tell me, please! Why have I kept failing?" Qin the Young Man chuckled, pointing at his own face. "If you want to know, just kiss me first!" "Ugh, stop being so persistent!" Lin Beauty began stomping her feet. "Kiss me and I'll tell you," he said, his expression absolutely adorable. Lin Meiyu was eager to know the answer and, without caring about her own shyness, lifted her toes and kissed him gently on the face, then quickly returned to her original spot, saying, "Now, can we say it?" He maintained his dignified posture and slowly replied, "The answer is—I don't even know why I've succeeded!" "Well, you've once again deceived me!" "Haha! You're the one who's been waiting for this—how could I possibly force you?" "Stop running! Stand still so I can give you a good scolding!" "I don't even have the strength to hit you—I'd rather try again. You're so clever, you're bound to succeed!" This subtle form of flattery proved quite effective, at least ensuring that Lin Meiyu no longer chased after Qin Feng. Yet the outcome was disappointing: all six or seven wolf-hair brushes were rendered useless, and countless sheets of yellow tablet paper were also wasted. She had failed to succeed even once. Originally intending to try it herself, Fang Fang, upon seeing this, gave up her plan. In her view, if even Lin Caiwei couldn't manage it, how could she possibly succeed? As for how Qin Dashi achieved success, the two women summarized it as simply stepping on banana peel and ending up with a lucky break. Qin Feng, in turn, blew out his whiskers and stared at them with growing intensity for a long while. "You're just envious—you're jealous, you're resentful, you can't stand it when someone does better than you," Qin Dashi began lecturing the two women. "This isn't good. Being kind and considerate has always been a cherished tradition among our Qin family. You need to cultivate the mindset of 'follow your husband when he's a chicken, follow your wife when she's a dog'..." "I'm telling you to be kind, to have that mindset!" Mei Hui stood behind him, holding a large cushion, and kept smacking it against his head as she spoke. "I asked you to use a binding spell, and I've stared straight ahead for nearly two hours—now my head is stiff and sore. See if you dare to do it again!" Qin Dashi scrambled, clutching his head, while trying to defend himself. "I wasn't even trying to be intentional! It was just an accident!" "An accident? Then why use me as a test Seeing this scene, Lin's lingering frustration vanished, and she laughed joyfully alongside Fang Fang. Qin Feng, dodging back and forth, thought to himself: "I won't fight back now—wait until tonight to settle this with you. By then, I'll have you up all day, unable to get out of bed. See how you can face work!" ... Plain City Police Headquarters, Special Operations Unit. In He Muqing's office, after carefully reading a note, she frowned and then raised her head, asking, "Is this truly accurate? It seems rather unbelievable!" Lu Man replied, "The information is absolutely reliable—it came from one of my former sources, someone who has never made a mistake. With the fall of the Shengmen clan, he lost his economic support and had no choice but to re-join me. Therefore, it's impossible for his first report to be false!" He Muqing's brows remained furrowed: "Then it's puzzling—The Wuzhai clan had no grudge against Qin Feng. Even back then, only the War God had a conflict. The Wuzhai are a highly independent race, one that rarely steps in to defend others. So why would they now be targeting Qin Feng?" " "Romann didn't know why, but suggested, 'Why don't we notify Qin Feng? I suspect the immortal demon seeking trouble with him this time is definitely higher-ranked than the Death God. If he isn't well-prepared, he might end up at a disadvantage!' The leader's eyes lit up. 'That would be perfect! I've been looking for just such a way to deal with him—he's so bad. Despite holding the same rank as mine, it's high time he faced some real challenges!' Romann certainly knew this would be satisfying, yet still added, 'After all, we've been colleagues; not informing him would be unkind.' 'Don't worry,' the leader smiled, 'he'll be fine. There's an immortal instructor quietly protecting him, and he's also got a beautiful cultivator friend. If anything happens to him, would either of them just stand by?' The female manager thought it over and agreed, 'Indeed, that makes sense. 'Heh, then we won't tell him!' "Leader nodded several times: "For those who act arrogantly, they need to suffer a bit—otherwise, their tails will surely rise to the sky. By the way, Manman, don't tell Xiao Jing about this. That girl is utterly devoted to Qin Feng. To this day, I haven't seen her become a cultivator—she's clearly lost both her husband and her army!" The beautiful manager frowned: "Leader, could you please stop calling me Manman? It makes me involuntarily think of someone rather plain-spoken."