While stepping out of the small ding together, both of them stared in astonishment—this item had transformed from a rich copper hue into a vibrant green. Eight Zero E-Book (txt02.com) Man, hadn't they just fought a wild battle inside? Did it really have to be that dramatic? "Come in here!" Qin Feng hadn't even gotten around to saying "throw it into the toilet" when the small ding shot straight into the ring with a swift *whoosh*, moving at incredible speed. Qin's eyes also turned green. Lin, glowing with charm, smiled softly beside him, "Such a spirited little one—so endearing, huh!" "Endearing? You don't know—last time, it nearly drained all its spiritual energy!" he complained bitterly. "Thankfully, Fang Fang managed to channel spiritual energy into it just in time. Then, with Hui Hui's assistance, we were able to stabilize it!" "Lin Meiren was immediately surprised, exclaiming, 'Little Ding can absorb spiritual energy—according to my knowledge, that's a characteristic unique to medicinal cauldrons. Isn't it possible that this little fellow can even prepare pills?' Upon hearing this, Qin the Young didn't hesitate and shouted, 'Little fellow, get out of here right now! Otherwise, I'll throw you into the toilet!' Little Ding flew out of the storage talisman, its color turning even greener in displeasure. 'Little one, just tell me clearly whether you're capable of preparing pills. If yes, sway up and down; if no, sway side to side. If you dare to deceive me, you'll end up in the toilet!' Qin the Young said firmly. Little Ding was nearly overwhelmed by the word 'toilet,' and in a flash, it flew to Lin Meiren's side, swaying up and down. 'Ah-ha! Little fellow, you clearly understand what I'm saying—how clever you are! Swaying up and down means you can prepare pills. What a wonderful talent, Little Ding!' Lin Meiren said with a graceful smile. It was obvious that the little fellow had been deliberately trying to please her, and Qin the Young Xiao Ding clearly wanted to please the beautiful woman, instantly switching from green to pink. Qin Feng nearly broke into a loud complaint—what, did she think she was a Hello Kitty? Square and plain, no matter how much she tried, she just didn’t look cute. Nevertheless, it seemed the beautiful woman really liked Xiao Ding, reaching out her snowy hands to gently stroke it. Xiao Ding felt quite content, only needing to bark a few times and wag its tail to be fully satisfied. Man, born with a natural trait of a traitor—should have tossed her straight into the toilet long ago. "Bro Qin, it really can make pills," the beautiful woman suggested. "Why don’t we take a closer look at the scroll’s contents and try it out ourselves?" Last time, when Qin Feng successfully drew the immobilizing seal, she couldn’t manage to do so herself, and ever since has been deeply regretful. After returning, she had tried several times on her own, but all ended in failure. She had to accept that perhaps she lacked talent in drawing seals, so now she wanted to give making pills a try. "Sure, Xiao Ding has plenty of herbs, and the other auxiliary materials are also readily available—we can give it a try," Qin the Young nodded. Lin the Beauty was thrilled: "Great! Let's get started right away—we'll pay right now!" "What kind of payment?" he was slightly taken aback. "Isn't there any cost for the auxiliary materials?" Lin asked. Of course there is, he chuckled. "If you're paying me, it means you don't see me as just a stranger. I'm quite generous—I've got a card here with one million yuan. Take it and use it as needed. If you need more, I'll simply add funds to it!" Lin didn't hesitate at all—she gladly accepted the bank card, fully aware that although the auxiliary materials were unobtrusive in the overall formula, each one was exorbitantly priced. For instance, first-class jade, sea pearls over one centimeter in diameter, or century-old ginseng. Holding the newly copied formula for alchemy, Lin Nübei eagerly went about gathering materials. Little did he know, the small cauldron had already turned rebellious—without a word from him, it simply flew straight into Lin Nübei’s storage talisman. He could only shake his head in苦笑. As he was just about to reach the classroom door, Chen Yue’s displeased voice came through: “Qin Feng, you really are bold—again, you’re skipping class so quickly, and still planning to keep sweeping the streets, aren’t you?” Qin Feng countered firmly: “It doesn’t matter. Not only the roads outside our building, but even the entire campus’ sanitation—I can take full responsibility. The only question is whether the administration will agree. If so, all the current sanitation staff might be laid off. You’d better think carefully, Chen Teacher.” The young counselor was furious, her teeth aching with irritation. If this really happened, besides the retired women staff who might storm her office, Chen the old master himself wouldn’t forgive him. Yet if she simply gave up like that, it wouldn’t be in her Chen Yue’s nature. She gritted her teeth and said, “You’re claiming you’ve been excused for missing classes? Qin Feng, do you really think, because you transferred from abroad, you can ignore school rules and class regulations? Even though I’m just a counselor, I can still fail you. You won’t get your diploma. And if you dare miss classes again, each instance will count as a serious warning—three times, and you’ll be expelled. The entire class is now staring at you with a mixture of surprise and resentment. The boys are especially furious—didn’t you boast about winning over Lin’s beauty? Now you’ve also offended the beautiful counselor. What’s next? Will you have any peace at all? This is what they call—success in love, failure in academics. Qin Feng, hands in the air, stood up straight and said, “Why don’t you just expel me now? Isn’t this more than just your little counselor’s decision?” Thwack! Chen Yue slapped the table firmly, “Do you think I’m looking down on you?” "You really fire me, I'll hold you in high regard," Qin Dashi said with a smug smile. Though he had become a student at Pingda, it was all arranged by his grandfather, Wei Qingshan—so much so that even if the president had the courage, he'd never dare to challenge his grandfather's face. "I'm going to find the president right now to get his signature. Just wait," Chen Yu really got angry. Qin Feng chuckled. "I suggest the president signs two copies—because besides me, haven't you noticed someone else has also skipped class?" Chen Yue knew perfectly well whom he meant—Lin Caivéi—so she scowled. "Stop bringing up others! Right now, it's all about you. Others' absences are their own affair. You have no right to complain!" He shrugged. "Then I'll just skip class myself—whatever you want!" With that, he simply went straight to his seat, sat down with a boldness, and deliberately stared down at the beautiful counselor to challenge her. "Come out here!" Chen Yue certainly wouldn't allow him to act so arrogantly. You come out, you come out—since you can't even beat me, who knows who's going to suffer? He rose to his feet and strode steadily toward the door, about to take a decisive step out of the classroom, when an elderly man with glasses stepped straight in front of him. "It's you, son! The affluent young man who delivered my daughter home that night—now you've come all the way to the school! What a bold move!" The old man immediately grabbed his collar without saying a word. Hey, hey, let's talk—what's your daughter's name? Chen Yue, who was trailing behind, blinked her large eyes: "Dad, what are you doing here? Listen to me explain—this is a misunderstanding!" Dad.