Qin Feng's hand slid smoothly into the beauty of the female counselor's clothing, once again experiencing the firm, mountain-like elasticity of her figure. A series of passionate French wet kisses left Chen Yue feeling dizzy and enchanted; after her resistance proved futile, she simply gave in. Qin's other hand moved toward the hem of her nightgown, aiming to explore the deep, hidden gardens—something he had long desired, having enjoyed several "soft" encounters with her without ever managing to fully explore it. The beautiful counselor quickly grasped his hand, which seemed intent on causing trouble, with a look of helpless appeal. "Please, don't do it like this!" she pleaded. "Heh, it's only a matter of time—why should I stop now?" Qin Feng of course refused to back down. She quickly added, "I've had a question brewing in my mind for a long time—you must give me a satisfactory answer. Otherwise, I'll never allow you to gain even the slightest advantage from me again!" "Seeing her so serious, Qin the Young had no choice but to pause and say, 'Ask away—I'll definitely give you a satisfactory answer!' Chen Yue cleared her throat and asked, 'Was I truly poisoned by that bouquet of purple roses last time? Who exactly is Sun Cheng, and why did he become the accused thief of the jade seal? Moreover, his master, Liu Shi Chan, has come forward to criticize his actions, claiming he joined the academy with ulterior motives!' Qin the Young shrugged, 'The facts are right before you—what more could you possibly doubt? The police have issued an arrest warrant; Sun Cheng is the thief!' 'And what about you,' Chen Yue pressed on, 'Don't just rely on your public identity to deflect me. I know you're a member of a secret organization. I'd like to know—beyond this, what other hidden identities do you hold?' Indeed, women are sensitive creatures—Chen Yue is particularly so. Qin Feng asked seriously, 'Do you truly want to know?' "Honestly, if you don't want to know, why ask me at all?" she huffed. "Not just you—your sisters at home, including Cai Wei—everyone here is so mysterious, isn't it?" By now, there was really nothing left to hide. He arched an eyebrow. "I can tell you, but you'll need to be ready, because what I'm about to say will come as a complete shock to you!" The beautiful counselor nodded. "I'm ready. Go on." "In this household, besides you, none of us are ordinary people," Qin Feng said gently. "We're all legendary cultivators. Sun Cheng is too. He first joined our class because of Wei Wei, but later, he turned his sights on you—indeed, the theft of the Jade Seal was his doing. My organization's mission is to uphold justice and eliminate evil. Given that he targeted both Wei Wei and you, I certainly won't let him off!" The beautiful counselor's large eyes were bulging, her gaze fixed as she had only seen the term "cultivation" in fantasy novels. Like everyone else, she had always believed it to be purely fictional—something that simply didn't exist in the real world. "I know you'll find it hard to believe," Qin Feng said, "so let me demonstrate." From her meditation pouch, she summoned a fire dragon seal. With a mere thought, a two-meter-long fire dragon materialized, instantly raising the temperature of the surrounding air. A few seconds later, the dragon vanished. Throughout the entire process, the counselor's eyes never blinked once. "These... are all real?" she asked, her voice still dazed. "Of course they are—absolutely authentic," Qin Feng replied, restoring his previous mischievous smile. "Cultivators are different from ordinary people, which is why they can accept being with me. Yueyue, do you want to become one of them?" Chen Yue shook her head without hesitation. "I don't see myself as one of you at all!" Qin Dashi's face darkened, murmuring, "What if you too could become a cultivator?" The beautiful counselor beamed, "Really?!" "Hey, of course," Qin Feng, worried she might lose interest, smiled. "Actually, besides Weiwei, everyone else is just as ordinary as you—true commoners. Of course, since they've followed me, they've changed!" Chen Yue, being a teacher, instantly grasped the meaning of "since they've followed me," and her cheeks flushed. She whispered, "We should give them some time to consider—after all, this isn't a small matter!" Qin Dashi was most generous, agreeing readily and even gently releasing her waist, stepping back to say, "Then go ahead and think it over. During this time, I won't bother you. When I'm away, feel free to ask Huili and the others any questions!" "Wait—do you mean to be away for a while?" Chen Yue asked softly, for she indeed had many questions she wanted to ask—after all, cultivation was absolutely a brand-new concept for her. "Yes, we'll leave early tomorrow to visit my mother-in-law, that is, Xiao Jing's mother," he smiled. "Once I return, we'll go find your father together and clear up the misunderstanding!" After Qin Feng left the bedroom, Chen Yue sat there feeling a bit dazed, her mind completely tangled. The next morning, Qin Feng drove with Shu, the police officer, and they left on time, heading straight for the highway. During the drive, Shu kept receiving calls from her mother, asking her where she was. "Xiao Jing's mother is quite concerned about you," Qin Feng smiled. Shu, the policewoman, declared with confidence, "That's true—I've always been my mother's pride. However, she's called me so many times, and that's partly due to you. She's very curious about what kind of man my boyfriend is. After last time, Uncle praised you in front of her, and Auntie has also spoken highly of you!" "Qin Feng didn't understand, saying, "I don't even know your cousin well—how could I harm her? Besides, why would I harm her at all? What exactly do you want to convey, Jingjing? Can you be a bit clearer?" Shu, the police flower, turned her head to look out the window: "Just leave the rest be—no matter what, I won't have you harm my cousin. If you don't agree to my terms, I'll tell Mom and Uncle about your affairs with multiple women!" If it weren't for the fact that he was driving, Qin, the young noble, would have immediately surrendered. He thought, even if your cousin were a heavenly beauty, he'd never have any interest in her—fine. Wait a minute—could it really be that beautiful?