On the phone reading: Under the persistent persuasion of her aunt, the maternal aunt finally forgave her brother-in-law's affair with a third wife. "Hehe, isn't that easy?" Qin Feng smiled mischievously. "Just book a room at the hotel—you'll have it sorted soon. If you're really eager, we can simply park the car by the side of the road and have it done in minutes!" When it came to something serious, the policewoman felt a bit uncertain, especially when it came to matters of the heart—she had hardly any experience at all. "Then… I think I'll give it some more thought. After all, my period's coming to visit these days…" Oh, what a pity—Qin's already kindled passion was instantly doused by a sudden bucket of cold water. After dropping off the policewoman at home, he was ready to head back and catch a few more hours of sleep. As the car rounded a curve, a hunched-over beggar suddenly emerged in front of them. He quickly pressed down on the brakes, the brake pads screeching loudly. From the side, the beggar looked like an elderly woman. Perhaps startled, she didn't step aside at all—instead, she charged straight toward the front of the car. Then her body collided with the front of the car and she fell to the ground. "Wow, she hit someone!" Qin Feng quickly pulled out the key, opened the door, and jumped down. The elderly woman was curled up on the ground. When Qin Feng first saw her, he didn't recognize her face clearly—only that her skin was a deep brownish-black, a common hue among many scrap collectors. "Madam, are you all right?" he bent down and reached out to help her. The woman was thin and frail; Qin Feng easily turned her over. As he was surprised by her appearance, she suddenly opened both eyes. They were eyes filled with anger, and then she moved—stabbing him in the chest with a knife. The incident happened in an instant; he had no time to react. The blade glowed with a soft blue light, clearly poisoned. He realized he had been deceived—the "madam" wasn't Chinese at all, more like a Native American. Sssss… A streak of silver shot forth, piercing the ugly woman's wrist. As she attempted to strike Qin Feng, her motion halted momentarily, allowing Qin, the young noble, to escape unharmed. Was that silver blade none other than the immortal instructor's saber, Sarahville? The woman spun swiftly to the side, withdrew her blade, and tossed it to the ground, then dashed over the nearby wall with remarkable speed, vanishing into the distance. Qin was still shaken, barely escaping with his life had it not been for the timely intervention of the beautiful instructor. "Qin Dashi narrowed his eyes: 'Isn't it possible that she's the mistress of the Death God? Otherwise, how could she be a woman—so plain, so thin, with hardly any flesh at all? The Death God's taste must be quite particular. Oh, Sasha, why haven't you pursued her?' The beautiful instructor glanced at him: 'Witches possess the ability to conceal their presence. Even the Death God could easily slip past them. How much more so a genuine witch? It's more efficient to set a trap and wait for her to fall into it than to expend energy chasing her. Isn't that precisely your specialty?' 'Alright,' he said, gesturing toward the rider. 'Get on the vehicle—Huili and Fangfang both want to meet you. I've been too kind lately. Now that I reflect on what just happened, it all seems rather suspicious. Clearly, the other side had a deliberate plan!' The beautiful instructor nodded: 'You absolutely should be more cautious. Since arriving in the Chinese realm, your defensive strength has been gradually eroding, without you even realizing it.' After getting into the car, he grinned and leaned in close: "Shasha, I'm now a True Immortal at the Bone-Steeping stage. If I have sex with you, will I turn into a stick of ice?" Shasha tilted her head and thought for a few seconds: "How about we give it a try?" Qin Feng's face darkened. Maybe it was better to call it off—what if the warm energy within him couldn't withstand your cold, and he ended up turning into a stick of ice, leaving Mei Hui and Fang Fang to remain single? "At least a kiss, then?" He pressed a passionate kiss on the beautiful instructor's slightly cool lips. "Rascal!" Shasha pouted, lifting her chin with an air of pride: "Just a kiss?" He chuckled—how could he be formal with someone like her? The kiss on the instructor's gently cold lips carried a special flavor. *Plump!* Qin, the young lord, flew out of the car in dismay, followed by Shasha's apologetic voice: "Listen, Xiao Feng, I didn't mean to do it—this was just an instinctive movement. Please don't be angry..." How could he possibly be angry? He kept reassuring himself in his heart that, no matter what, he'd surely have a chance to get close to someone. Compared to others, who'd end up getting short-changed and even beaten up, he simply couldn't be more fortunate. Throughout the journey, he remained quite composed. If the person sitting in the passenger seat had still been Shu Jinghua, he would have definitely mimicked the actions of the older gentleman who had touched the breast. But now, for the sake of driving safety, he kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel, which felt much more secure. Upon arriving at Qin's villa, besides Mei Hui and Fang Fang—two stunning beauties—he was delighted to find another guest! Hou Bao. Over the past few days, the old man had worked tirelessly, mastering the pharmacological properties of nearly forty kinds of herbs, and had also diligently searched through ancient Chinese medical texts, gaining a solid grasp of several of their names. When Qin Feng and the immortal instructor arrived, the elder was enthusiastically describing: “...Based on my research, all these herbs are truly exceptional—some can extend life and promote longevity, others carry immense energy, which will surely benefit you as cultivators; and some even possess the power to revive the dead... Xiao Feng has returned! This is!” Mei Hui introduced first: “Uncle, this is Isabella, the immortal instructor from the Isle of Death—our close sister and Xiao Feng’s trusted helper!” “You’re the bloodline who was revived—come, let me take your pulse.”