?Mobile reading Isabel was full of confusion. In her memory, since adulthood, she had never suffered any illness—injecting medicine or taking pills had always been a distant thing. Suddenly, an elderly man from the Celestial Court volunteered to take her pulse. Just as she was about to decline, Qin Feng said, "Shasha, Hou Bo is a very accomplished traditional Chinese physician. He might just uncover the root cause of your cold constitution. Why don’t you let him try?" The beautiful officer nodded, and the two sat together on the sofa. As she extended her right hand, when Hou Bo placed his fingers on it, his expression changed instantly. After listening for just a few seconds, his face altered once more. Qin Feng, Mei Hui, and Fang Fang all felt a sudden jolt in their hearts—was she perhaps suffering from a terminal illness? Now, Hou Bo’s face was calm and composed, as if steady under the weight of the moment. He withdrew his fingers and said, "Your body’s characteristics differ from those of ordinary people. In ordinary individuals, blood flows throughout the body through the heartbeat. In your case, however, your heart beats no more than six times per minute, and the blood circulation is remarkably slow." "Have you picked up anything else?" Qin asked anxiously. If she could be treated for her yin-cold symptoms, she'd be able to get into bed a day sooner. In his view, turning the girl into a woman was the most secure option. The old man wiped a strand of beard from his chin and said, "The symptom is a slow heart rate—of course, that's not necessarily a bad thing. Generally speaking, the slower a healthy person's heartbeat, the longer their lifespan!" After all, Shasha hadn't shown any signs of aging, so her life expectancy would naturally be long. He added, "Among the nearly fifty herbs, there are several with the most vigorous, yang properties. You might try taking some of them to help balance out the yin-cold energy." That was as good as it got—Qin felt somewhat disappointed. Following the witch-king incident, the responsibility of protecting his sisters naturally fell upon the beautiful instructor. After Sunday, he made it to school on time—not because he particularly enjoyed the campus atmosphere, but because he hadn't seen Lin Caivui and the beautiful teaching assistant in two days, and it was necessary for him to show his face in front of them. He entered the classroom with a smug smile, sat down cheerfully, and greeted his classmate: "Wenwen, haven't you missed me?" "Missed you? What for?" Lin, the beautiful one, gave him a withering look. This weekend hadn't been easy for her—she'd mentioned the matter of resolving the misunderstanding several times with the teaching assistant, and had nearly run out of good things to say, yet the other person still wouldn't give her the benefit of the doubt. Moreover, whenever she thought about how hard she'd worked on this, and how Qin was simply enjoying himself at home with his beautiful girlfriend, she felt utterly frustrated. "Hey, Wenwen, don't you think I've done anything to upset you?" he smiled even more arrogantly. "Hmph. You say that," she replied, finally turning to face him. "Can't you just yield a little? And how long are you going to keep pushing against Chen "He didn't want to get bogged down on this topic. 'Vivian, do you remember what we found inside the clay lump we stole from the museum last time? Why are you staring at me like that? Didn't I say it correctly?' 'What's so dramatic about "stole"? Don't treat it like such a bad thing!' Lin actually cared about this. 'Alright, alright—yes, it was actually just picked up accidentally. That settles it.' Seeing that he had successfully shifted the topic, he continued, 'Inside, I discovered a small bronze tripod that draws human spiritual energy. It has a spacious interior, beautiful views, and is filled with all kinds of rare treasures and natural wonders!' Lin Caivie's eyes lit up. Such a splendid find—what was she waiting for? She should immediately take her grandmother there. The very next moment, she grabbed his wrist, and the two of them left the classroom and moved to a corner of the corridor. 'So genuinely interested, are you?' Qin the young lord murmured. It wasn't because he didn't want to take her in—he just knew the class bell was about to ring. With that, he'd have to skip his lesson once again He pulled out a small tripod and began using his tried-and-true method of entry and exit: "Little one, get us both inside—otherwise, toss us into the toilet!" Lin Caivie was stunned, even if you uttered a simple incantation like "Open the gate with sesame seeds," she'd still find it rather ordinary. Pffft... The two of them transformed into a beam of light and soared into the small tripod. "Wow! It's absolutely beautiful! The air is so fresh, there are so many flowers and trees, and even a little stream!" came Lin's lively voice from beside him. As for Qin, his vision had temporarily faded upon entering, requiring some time to recover. This also highlighted a point: higher-level cultivators adapted more quickly. When his vision returned, Lin was already several dozen meters away, holding a bouquet of freshly plucked flowers and gently chasing butterflies. "Vivi," he asked, "do you know why there's such a spacious area inside this small tripod?" Lin Meiren let go of the butterfly she had just caught, turned around, and said, "This is a magical artifact. According to ancient texts, many accomplished immortals in ancient times possessed similar items. However, as they gradually ascended to the heavens, their artifacts were carried with them—few remained on Earth. Feng, you're truly lucky to have found such a remarkable piece in the museum!" He chuckled, "You also played a part—don't forget, the clay ball was stolen by you, quite sneakily!" "Indeed, I contributed as well," she said, waving the flower in her hand. "How beautiful does it look!" "The flower is lovely, but the person is even more beautiful," he added, praising both the flower and the woman at once. "Smooth-tongued and overly polite," Lin Meiren said, giving him a withering glance, yet her heart was sweet with delight. "Wivi, isn't it wonderful here? Why don't we do something meaningful?" "Something meaningful? What on earth are you doing—taking off my clothes?" "To make something meaningful, of course!" "By all means, something meaningful—what could be more fitting than a battlefield in such a breathtaking setting? If we don't make full use of it, wouldn't that be a great waste? Last time, when I came with Mei Hui and Fang Fang, I was so excited that I completely forgot. 'You're so dull, you're so lacking in spirit...' Hmm...' " Under the gentle encouragement of Lin's lady, the two soon shed their clothes and began rolling around on the lush green grass. As Qin Feng began his somewhat mechanical movements, she involuntarily opened her mouth, emitting shy, breathless cries. The grass was exceptionally clean, with not a single speck of dust on the long stems; butterflies and birds fluttered away, seemingly embarrassed to witness their unfolding scene. Under his persistent requests, Lin's lady, flushed with modesty, continuously changed positions, making the encounter even more thrilling. Qin, the young lord, remained diligent, repeatedly guiding his beloved to the peak of ecstasy. After a long time, at last he roared like a tiger, and the two of them clung tightly to each other, the wind subsiding and the rain ceasing. Lin Caivie curled up in his arms, speaking with an exceptionally graceful and seductive tone: "Feng, you're truly such a bad guy! You managed to turn a wild campaign into something meaningful. Next time, I'll definitely not let you treat me this way. Hmph!"