?Mobile reading Half an hour later, a remote area outside the city. Eight Zero E-book For safety's sake, on the way there, Qin, the young magnate, cast no fewer than three immobilizing seals onto Zuma, who had lost his ability to move. The wizard's body was already approaching decay; now standing atop several stacked bricks forming a makeshift stove, he trembled slightly in the autumn breeze, resembling a withered old tree. He hurriedly poured a bucket of gasoline over him and placed several more beside him, then cheerfully walked over to the two women and asked, "Ladies, who would like to light the fire?" Lin, the beautiful woman, gave him a withering look and then turned away, clearly unimpressed. The ever-young officer, however, was delighted to take on the task. She raised her pistol and fired a bullet, which skimmed across a brick, sparking and igniting the gasoline. The fierce flames soon erupted and, within no time at all, Zuma emitted a piercing, agonized cry: "Chuaxia people, our Wuzhai clan will not rest until we have you all. You shall all perish…" Boom… The burning "human pole" collapsed with a thunderous crash, eventually reduced to ash. Qin, the young man, shrugged, then tossed a timed hand grenade into the ashes. Upon entering the small steamer, the grenade detonated, sending bricks and bone ash spiraling into the air. Inside the steamer, he feasted heartily on the roasted meat, surrounded by a group of beautiful women. … On a Monday morning, Qin Feng was the last one to enter the classroom. He raised his wrist, checking the time, surprised—there were still ten minutes until the bell. What was going on? Today seemed like a special day, with everyone arriving so early. Sitting down, he leaned in close to Lin's ear and asked, "What's going on? Everyone's here so early?" "Lin Meiren replied, 'It's said that another transfer student is coming today—a handsome young man with a refined demeanor, so everyone has come early!' 'Oh, am I that impressive? I'm a wealthy young man with fluency in over ten languages...' He looked supremely self-satisfied, having just been about to praise the other one warmly. Suddenly, he thought of another question: 'Girls coming early makes sense, but why are the boys also showing up in such numbers? They should be nervous, like they're facing a major challenge!' Lin Meiren gave him a withering look and chuckled lightly, 'You just don't know—this transfer student is the last disciple of the renowned Chinese painting master Liu Shiyan, and he's also studying Western painting techniques under several oil painting masters. Though not old, he's exceptionally talented in painting, and people have affectionately dubbed him 'the second Xu Beihong of our country!' He blinked, eyes wide: 'The second Xu Beihong? Please—just omit the first four words and call him second!' "Regarding this, Lin Beijie said nothing, simply focusing on the book in her hands. Indeed, she is a textbook example of a dedicated student—except when Qin Daxiao repeatedly drags her away from classes, she's always deeply immersed in her reading. As the classroom bell rings, Qin Feng clearly hears the joyful conversation between a man and a woman, growing closer. He knows the female voice well—she's the beautiful teaching assistant Chen Yue. As for the male voice, there's no need to think: it must be the student known as "No. 2" who transferred in. Indeed, Chen Yue approaches the classroom with a warm, welcoming smile, leading in a tall, handsome, and bright-eyed young man. "Please be quiet," she says, clapping her hands to draw everyone's attention, as she introduces, "Today, we welcome a new student to our class. He is a disciple of the renowned master of Chinese painting, Liu Shichen. Now, young Sun, could you please introduce yourself to everyone?" "The handsome young man smiled and said, 'My name is Sun Cheng. As a newcomer, I'd appreciate your continued patience and support. My master is Liu Shi-chan, true enough, but I've only mastered three-tenths of his skills. So, in most cases, I'm not inclined to mention my master's name often. From now on, please treat me as an ordinary person—because I don't want to live in the shadow of others' brilliance!'" Chen Yue treated him the same way she had treated Qin Dashi when they first arrived. Only this time, it was a real special privilege granted to Sun Cheng—back then, Qin Feng had merely been a means by which Chen Yue deliberately undermined him. Sun Cheng first expressed his gratitude, then with his bright, attentive gaze, swept over every corner of the classroom. The flower-obsessed girls eagerly adjusted their postures, hoping to catch the handsome boy’s attention, only to find that his gaze passed over them swiftly, without any lingering pause. Qin Feng lowered his voice to speak to his classmate: "Wenwen, this guy is a cultivator!" "How do you know?" Lin, the beautiful girl, was surprised, as she believed that outside of herself and Qin Feng, there were no other cultivators in the secular world—those people, guided by the ideals of simplicity and dedication to cultivation, rarely interacted with outsiders. Lin Caiwei grew up in the mundane world and became accustomed to it, thus unwilling to alter her lifestyle. As a result, she progressed steadily from high school through university, following the original expectations of her family. According to the plan set by the main family members, once she graduated, she would no longer remain in the secular world but would return to the family to contribute to its development. Qin Feng explained, "He possesses the same ability as I do—to conceal his aura. Moreover, I am certain his rank is no less than yours!" "Which means he can sense that I am a cultivator, is that correct?" Lin Beauty slightly furrowed her brows. "Exactly," he nodded. "I have a feeling the visitor isn't entirely sincere—his intentions are at least not pure." "Why do you say that?" "From his demeanor, I see myself. As you know, I transferred to our class solely for you." Qin, being straightforward, had no reason to hide anything anymore—both of them had already reached the stage of pure, innocent romantic feelings. Lin Beauty, however, remained unconvinced: "You're judging him by your own standards—how do you know his intentions are truly centered on me?" Before Qin could elaborate further, Sun Cheng raised his hand and pointed at Lin Caiwei. "Teacher Chen, I would like to sit with her at the same desk."