A farcical ending, with Chen the Elder retiring in a hasty retreat, leaving the story far from fully resolved. The Eighty-Eleven E-book only managed to solidify one thing in Chen’s mind: his beloved daughter truly never lets him down. She not only runs a bar as a boss, but has also picked up some of society’s more troubling habits—such as extorting and harassing others. So, this matter must be left alone. You youngsters go ahead and manage as you please. As Chen the Elder moved farther and farther away, Qin the Younger couldn’t help but shout after him, “Brother, take your time—come by and visit sometime!” But Chen the Elder stumbled noticeably during his stride, so Qin quickly hushed himself—what if, by just one sentence, he caused the old man to fall and break his leg? Then Chen the Beauty would surely come after him with fury. Chen Yue turned to him and said firmly, “No more ‘brother,’ no more ‘uncle’!” “Do you think you have any say in the matter?” "Qin Feng looked at her as if she were white, huffed, "Teacher Chen, do you have anything else? If not, I'm off to my classroom to study properly!" The beautiful counselor wanted to slap him right then and there—when had he ever studied seriously? How utterly ungraceful! To come up with such an excuse, thinking she'd fall for it? She wasn't that easy to fool. Qin didn't care much about whether she was easy to deceive or not. Seeing her merely standing there, fuming without a word, he simply turned and walked off. A short while later, Lin, the beautiful counselor, returned with a bright expression. Once seated, she said nothing. He immediately asked, "Everything is all set, isn't it?" "How did you know?" Lin had originally prepared to hold off, to keep him on his toes, to tease him a bit. But he had guessed it right away. Though these were merely auxiliary materials for alchemy, gathering them all in a short time wasn't an easy task for ordinary people. "Heh, you're beaming with happiness—had you not been well-prepared, you'd probably look disappointed instead," Qin Feng analyzed, noting his keen observational skills—one of his strengths cultivated since childhood through intensive training on the Island of Death. "Honestly, you've guessed it all—what a bore," the woman pouted, her expression endearing. Since their "accident" on the Luo Han bed at Wu Yue Lounge, Lin, now a woman, has undergone a noticeable transformation in personality. She's no longer the cold, distant ice queen of old, but a cheerful, affectionate young woman who can now pout, get upset, or simply be happy—especially in front of Qin Feng. Yet, when facing others, she remains as reserved and composed as ever. This left the boys in the class utterly envious. Having been classmates with Lin, the beautiful girl, for over a year, they had already accepted that they hadn't managed to secure the advantage of being close to her—yet now, even a recently transferred freshman had managed to win her over. It was simply embarrassing. Qin Feng, of course, noticed the disapproving glances directed at him. With a quiet chuckle, he suddenly leaned in and gently nibbled at the rosy lips of Lin's slightly pouty mouth. "What's wrong with you? Are you going to die?" Lin began to pout, her cheeks flushing instantly as she was forcefully kissed by Qin in front of the entire class. Qin, the young noble, firmly grasped her hand and stood up, declaring, "Since everything has been arranged, why are we still standing here? Let's go somewhere private and get down to business!" Down to business. What kind of business could there possibly be? With the beautiful girl in tow, what could they possibly do besides check into a hotel room and make love? To everyone's amazement, Qin Feng pulled the slightly bashful Lin girl out of the classroom, the two of them once again teaming up to skip class and head off to the bird sanctuary. Thinking about how the goddess was being gently courted by a Qin-named boy, lying on a large bed at the hotel, it was no wonder the male students felt their hearts sinking. Fortunately, there was another goddess in the class—Chen Yue—and she had a rather strained relationship with the Qin boy. With that in mind, the students felt a little reassured. The beautiful counselor was naturally displeased to be turned away without an audience, especially since she happened to witness the two students fleeing their classes—she was truly furious. "Teacher Chen, we have something very important to attend to and need to leave the campus for a while," Lin Caivé said with a polite greeting. "It's truly urgent—we'll explain everything later. We're off now!" She descended the stairs faster than Qin Feng. Although Qin Dazhao had proposed finding a place to refine the elixir, Lin Caivé was even more eager to make an early attempt—her small cauldron showed remarkable sensitivity, and with those premium herbs, she was certain something wonderful would unfold. The two of them vanished without a trace, out of reach of Chen Yu's lofty gaze. At her own old master's office, Chen Yue came up short, and on the way, stopped by the deputy principal to gently request Qin Feng's dismissal. But the deputy principal replied immediately, without hesitation: "This isn't negotiable. The person who originally arranged for Qin Feng to join our university is a respected elder with strong connections. Without his explicit approval, not even the president himself could have the authority to dismiss Qin Feng!" Hearing this, she was completely defeated. She had hoped, at the very least, to fight to the end and drive Qin Feng—this disruptive element—out. Instead, she found herself sacrificing her own efforts, only to see Qin Feng thrive undisturbed. It was simply not worth it. With this thought, she felt a deep sense of resentment. "Little spirit, you wait your turn, Chen Yue. Even if I can't expel you from Ping University, I'll make sure your days here won't be easy." "Chen, with a little fist pump, actually didn't need to make a grand declaration—there had already been several such moves, both overt and subtle. Qin Feng took Lin Caivai and drove straight to the Qin Family Headquarters. No place was safer than the underground laboratory, and it would also allow Old Man Hou Bao to be impressed, achieving two goals at once. During his research on pharmaceuticals, Old Man Hou encountered difficulties because he himself was not a cultivator. Thus, he couldn't accurately calculate the precise energy levels contained within the herbs extracted from the small vats."