?Mobile reading Originally, he thought convincing Zhou Muxi, the young lady, would be a simple task, but Qin Feng still found himself at a loss. With the help of the 80 e-book platform, it's easy for intelligent people to handle ordinary individuals—but now he's dealing with a sharp-minded yet seemingly clueless one, making him feel like a scholar encountering a soldier. Resolute, he decided to go all out. "Moxi, I'm going to tell you the truth— I'm no ordinary person," he said seriously. Moxi blinked her large eyes. "I knew that!" "You knew?" Qin Feng was surprised. "How did you know?" He had been so clear in his delivery that he felt certain he hadn't dropped a single clue about his identity as a cultivator. Moxi raised her eyebrows, her voice sweet and composed. "Didn't you just say yourself that you're a martial arts master and even channeled qi to me?" Honestly, can you be any more clueless? From the crystal-clear eyes of the little girl, he could see that Zhou Muzhi had already firmly believed in his status as a martial arts master. That was truly kicking stones at his own feet—had he only known earlier, he wouldn’t have said it casually. He smiled faintly, speaking each word deliberately: "What I said earlier was a lie. Please don’t be angry yet—I promise you, everything I’ll say from now on will be true. I’m a cultivator, a cultivator, do you understand? It seems I’ll have to explain this thoroughly to you. What? Do you understand?" The little girl’s expression of annoyance vanished instantly, her head nodding rapidly, like a chicken pecking at grain. Good heavens, Qin Dashi was nearly going crazy! How could this girl possibly know such a secret and discreet matter? Hu Muqing’s grandfather was a highly influential figure in the military, and she only had a superficial understanding. How could the young girl in front of him possibly know? Little girl tilted her chin, spoke with pride: "Isn't it just about cultivation? I've known about it for a long time—ever since I've been reading Lei Guo's *Urban Xianzhu* and *Drunk Among the Blossoms*. They're all stories about modern cultivation, and they're absolutely fascinating!" My goodness. Qin Feng was ready to give up hope—he was definitely no ordinary fool. How could he possibly trust information from online sources? As for Huang Xiaozi, it's understandable that she believes, after all, she's younger and more open-minded. But you? You're already a first-year student, and you're still believing this? It seems a bit like standing on your soapbox without having your own back to lean on. In fact, even when Qin Feng himself read these books, he found himself deeply immersed in them. He didn't think it fair to keep pressing the issue—go ahead and believe it, then. After all, cultivators do exist, and it's not entirely fabricated in those books. "Alright, then—I'm a cultivator." "Qin Dashi wanted to convince him, so he continued: 'Your cousin Jingjing is also like this—she developed her cultivation abilities because she followed me. You could have too, originally, but your body type is simply too unusual, so you remain an ordinary person!' Xiao Niu listened, confused, and interrupted: 'So you're saying that whoever sleeps with you will become a cultivator?' 'Exactly,' he paused and added, 'in theory, that's true. Before meeting you, I was absolutely certain about this ability. Of course, now I no longer doubt it—my only explanation is that *you* are the odd one out!' Hearing this assessment, Zhou Xiao Niu's mouth grew increasingly pouty: 'You're the one who's odd! You've always been odd—dating my cousin, and we've only known each other for a few hours! Don't think I don't know what you're up to—aren't you just trying to have me keep it a secret and continue being your lover?' It's quite uncomfortable to have one's thoughts guessed. He blushed deeply and said with a dry smile, "How could I possibly be such an unkind person? You've misunderstood. In fact, I'd like to understand your physical condition—don't you agree?" The young girl thought for a moment, then asked, "How exactly can we achieve that? Will it be troublesome?" Qin, the younger brother, paused for a few seconds, saying, "We'll take a dual approach. First, we'll increase our communication—of course, this will be purely academic. I'd like to emphasize that it's absolutely not for any personal advantage of mine. Second, I'll seek assistance from other cultivators. Throughout the five thousand years of Chinese civilization, I'm certain you're not the first person to possess such an unusual constitution. I believe there should be historical records of such cases!" Seeing him so serious, though he didn't explicitly say so, she quietly believed him. "Until we fully understand everything, both of us must remain confidential." "He continued to mislead Zhou Xiaoniu:" "You never want to be sent to the research institute, studied like a white mouse, do you?" This was a combination of flattery and intimidation—thank goodness he had such thick skin. After thinking it over, Xiaoniu nodded and said, "Alright, I agree with your suggestion. I'll call the school teachers early tomorrow and request an extended leave. Also, I'd like to go with you and my aunt to the Plain City!" "Does that sound reasonable?" Qin Dashi wasn't very enthusiastic. "Why not?" Xiaoniu gave him a withering look and sniffed, "Grandma's going to sign a contract with your company—that's the excuse I'm using to ask for leave. Isn't that sufficient?" Of course it is. Only, his daughter absolutely can't stay at my place, because I haven't quite figured out how to explain it to Jingjing yet. "Niu, it's getting late now. Shouldn't you be going back?" he asked gently. Subconsciously, the little girl sat up in his arms, stretched, and said, "We should go back—we don't want to be discovered by my aunt, or else things will go wrong!" Yes, truly sweet. But just as Qin Feng was about to be delighted, the little girl, on the point of getting off the bed, glanced back and her eyes landed on Xiao Qin Feng. With a delicate voice, she asked, "Can we have one more round, please?" Wow, are you trying to drain my future brother-in-law dry? Before Qin Feng could even say no, Xiao Qin Feng was caught and gently manipulated by Zhou Muzhi, who then very unheroically lifted his head. "Hi-hi, it's grown bigger now! Shall we try again?" the little girl said, twisting her body. Well, since things have come this far, let's go ahead—this girl's endurance is truly remarkable; it's no easy task to satisfy her. With a sigh, Qin Feng mounted the horse for the third time, smoothly finding the familiar path, and charged forward with determination. Zhou Xiaoniu indeed proved to be a formidable fighter—she not only fully embraced the situation but also took the initiative, stepping into the role of active attacker. There's a profound saying from *Dream of the Red Chamber*: "A wife is inferior to a concubine, and a concubine is inferior to one who steals her husband's affection." Their current behavior certainly qualifies as unfaithful to the husband and indulgent to the wife, and the intense stimulation combined with profound satisfaction quickly propelled both of them to their peak. As the clouds dispersed and the rain ceased, Xiaoniu breathed softly, resting against him, her face beaming with contentment.