?Mobile reading The contents recorded on the notebook, aside from Sun Cheng’s personal insights on cultivation, were all related to the Seal of Jade. Lin Caivé, currently flipping through the notebook, grew increasingly astonished. Qin Feng couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly does it say? Vivian, please don’t just read it yourself—tell us as well!” Isabella was equally interested, believing that anything capable of touching a cultivator’s heart must surely be no ordinary matter. Lin, clearing her throat, spoke seriously, “It turns out this Jade Seal was crafted by cultivators of the Tang Dynasty. It contains immense energy—not only safeguarding the Tang Dynasty for generations, but also greatly benefiting future cultivators as well!” “Really?”, Qin Feng remained skeptical, since the Tang Dynasty did not last forever and had eventually been overthrown after several generations. Lin Caivei, drawing on her research of history, replied, "Even if not entirely true, it has some credibility. By the late Tang dynasty, the imperial mandate seal had ceased to be held by the emperor. To claim that its disappearance had no bearing on the dynasty's fall would surely be unfounded. According to Sun Cheng's studies, the jade seal possesses the ability to absorb spiritual energy—calling it a sacred artifact is quite appropriate!" Qin Feng opened the red lacquered box, glanced at the jade seal inside, and smiled slightly, "Why don't we thoroughly examine it before returning it to the nation?" "That wouldn't be appropriate," Lin, the beautiful woman, expressed her disagreement. "After all, this is a national treasure. We can't simply take it out for study without the approval of the relevant authorities." Isabella said, "I don't see anything wrong with it. What about the cultural relics, what about the national treasures? We're only studying them—we're not keeping them away from them. Besides, the cultural heritage department cares only about whether the seal is genuine and intact. They don't care whether the energy within it remains. If you can absorb that energy, there's only benefit, no harm!" "Shasha is absolutely right," Qin Feng said, hugging her neck and kissing her gently. Having learned from so many lessons, he always stopped short, then smiled warmly at Lin Beauty and said, "Let's go into the smaller tripod!" Whoosh... The three of them transformed into three beams of light and appeared instantly inside the small tripod. On the notebook, there were dozens of methods that Sun Cheng had tried—channeling spiritual energy, dropping blood, soaking in water, burning with fire—and yet, all of them had failed. None of them succeeded in guiding the energy out of the object. Qin Feng stroked his chin and said, "Actually, there's another method he should definitely try—perhaps it could work!" "What method?" Lin Beautifull asked with genuine interest. Sasha looked at Lin with a touch of charm and said, "I actually have a more serious suggestion—why don't you both channel your spiritual energy into the small cauldron at the same time? Isn't that exactly how the little rogue subdued it?" "Still, Sasha is clever—here's a reward, then. Kiss!" He hugged the woman tightly and gave her a passionate kiss. Still not satisfied, he followed up with several more, so enthusiastic that he completely forgot about the most important matter. Pop! Ah! "The little rogue, I didn't mean to—believe me!" Seeing Sasha's expression of regret, Qin the young lord, who had sprawled out on the ground in a most ungraceful position, had no choice but to be gentle. He silently shed tears while saying with great grace, "I know you didn't mean to—actually, it wasn't even painful at all!" "Ah, now I'm reassured," Isabel smiled. Qin Feng struggled to rise from the ground, rubbing the spots where he'd been kicked and gritting his teeth, murmuring, "I'm dead tired—definitely need Huili to give me a good massage tonight. My bones are nearly broken. What a miserable life I've got!" His grimacing expression was clearly visible to Lin Beauty, who gave him a look that said, "You deserved it." Indeed, he had well-deserved it—though the saying goes, "No matter how many times you're treated, it's only three," he had been kicked at least eight times, if not ten, yet still hadn't learned. To Qin, as a modern, spirited young man, one must possess the courage to face danger head-on, even when one knows the risks. Anyone who knows they'll be beaten but still refuses to take advantage of a beautiful woman is simply a coward. As long as one can gain an advantage, the inevitable blows will eventually come back. After each kick, he unconsciously found himself gazing at the well-defined buttocks of the unyielding instructor, imagining the tender, graceful scenes of her enjoying his attentions beneath him—this made him feel much better. Lin Meiren carried the jade seal over and said, "Shasha's suggestion is excellent—I think we should give it a try!" "Agreed," Qin Feng adopted a serious expression and added, "How should we proceed? I think we should discuss this carefully. Should we channel our spiritual energy together, or use a 'parallel' approach?" The difference between 'series' and 'parallel' lies in just one character, yet they represent entirely different methods. After a moment's thought, Lin Meiren said, "Let's go with the parallel method. We'll send our spiritual energy into the seal simultaneously. Should any danger arise, I'll have Xiao Ding carry us out, while the seal remains here!" That's a very secure plan—Qin the Young Man readily agreed. Through numerous sessions of dual cultivation on the bed, they had grown exceptionally synchronized, often extending their right hands at the same time and channeling their spiritual energy together. As both streams of energy entered the seal, it gently trembled, then emitted a clear "jing" sound, followed by a vigorous shaking. Effective. Neither spoke, yet both were equally overjoyed. Isabella watched the seal intently, as more and more spiritual energy flowed into it, gradually deepening its color. The eight-precious ink, originally engraved beneath the base, transitioned from moist to gradually drying, then cracked and fell in pieces. The three of them were unaware that during the authentication of a seal's authenticity, the ink embedded in the engraved patterns was a crucial step—only emperors in ancient times had used the eight-precious ink, and without it, the national treasure appraisers would face significant difficulties.