On the third floor of the Qin family's villa, a splendid scene of one dragon and two phoenixes unfolds in the bedroom. Clothes from the three of them are scattered haphazardly on the floor, and the bed is especially vibrant—Chen Yue and Su Wu seem as though each has been holding back a strong urge, not only competing to make louder cries but also striving to outlast one another in endurance. Qin Dashi's mouth and hands are never idle, and with Qin's younger brother, now transformed into a small electric motor, they repeatedly lift both women to their peaks. Beyond the physical needs, this process is also an essential part of their cultivation—pure spiritual energy flows swiftly through their bodies, bringing numerous benefits to all three. Qin Feng is delighted and successfully "absorbs" one of the "energy storage stations" left behind by the Jade Seal, directly advancing his cultivation level to mid-tier of the Huazheng stage. To be honest, it's been less than a year since he first began his journey into cultivation, yet he has already reached a level that typically takes ordinary cultivators decades to achieve—such a rapid ascent would leave the entire cultivation world in awe. It's well known that cultivation is a long, monotonous process, requiring cultivators to remain emotionally detached and simple in their lifestyle to endure its tedium. Qin, however, is different—he enjoys eating and drinking when he wants, and he doesn't hesitate to pursue his romantic interests. What others consider the very essence of cultivation, he sees as a source of motivation. Take, for instance, the current "exercise routine"—a practice that most cultivators would dismiss as a sign of neglect and lack of dedication. For Qin Feng, however, it is nothing short of rigorous cultivation, progressing far faster than the traditional seated meditation and qi-training methods. Indeed, one might say that people can drive each other to the brink of exhaustion. Fortunately, he has not yet formally joined the cultivation world, so he remains free from the rigid formalities and obligations that come with it. Su Wu raised her hand first to surrender—strictly speaking, a verbal surrender, since she had already exhausted herself. She no longer had the strength to lift even a finger. Chen Yue, seeing her closest friend yield, felt relieved but couldn’t muster any joy. She had just performed so strongly earlier, only to anticipate an even more fierce onslaught now. Indeed, Qin, the young magnate, stormed back with renewed vigor. By this time, Chen Yue had lost the strength to shout and could only emit soft, mournful murmurs. Eighteen minutes later, Qin roared, and Chen Yue once again reached the summit, her tightly furrowed brows finally relaxing. Holding the two women’s graceful forms in his arms, he felt deeply satisfied. According to Lin Caivie’s words, those at the Hua Zhen stage were truly master practitioners of cultivation, and now he himself had entered the ranks of true masters. Since he had promised Lady Lin that he would help resolve the family matters before the Spring Festival, if his status were too low, not only would he struggle to address any difficulties, but Lin’s old-fashioned relatives would likely be lucky to glance at him once. …… A male attendant at the hotel, smiling with a standard expression, stepped out of the elevator. "What’s your role?" A report immediately stopped him. "I’m delivering a late-night meal to the guest in the presidential suite," the attendant said politely. "This is specifically assigned by our general manager—please kindly accept our hospitality!" The bodyguard frowned, then signaled to the other two, who approached, opened the silver serving covers, and thoroughly inspected the food inside. After confirming everything was satisfactory, the lead bodyguard said, "We’ll take over—our team will personally deliver the meal to the lady!" "Understood," the attendant replied, then turned to leave. However, the bodyguard did not push the cart into the room. Instead, the group divided the food and began to eat it right there on the spot. A small red light on one of the dining cart's wheels blinked intermittently. Below, the server, just removing her uniform, asked, "Has the dining cart been delivered yet?" Two assistants, staring at the computer screens, shook their heads. "The system still shows it in the corridor—it hasn't been delivered to the rooms. The guests are very cautious. They only eat what they personally purchase. The plan to place bombs on the dining cart is probably not going to work," they said. "I agree—it won't be that easy. Then let's switch to Plan C and notify everyone to get ready," he ordered. ... Qin, the young executive, appeared at the special task force office at the police headquarters, yawning. It wasn't because he had stayed up late the previous night, but because he had been woken up so early today. On the way over, he had nearly dozed off several times. "Comrade He, what's going on? You called me so early in the morning—better be something important, or I'll be very unhappy. The consequences could be serious." He glanced out the window. The sky had just begun to turn pale blue, and the sun hadn't yet risen. He Meng Qing also had dark circles under her eyes, and with a sigh of irritation, she said, "I'm not any better off—woken up at the crack of dawn too! So don't even bother complaining, you young man. I've got a whole heap of complaints I can't make!" "What exactly is so important?" He leaned forward. Subconsciously, He Leadiy reclined, but ultimately ended up being kissed right on the face. Since he had just stepped out of the warm bed, Qin Da-Shao carried the lingering scents of Chen Yue and Su Wu, which made He Leader feel quite displeased. "Stay away from me! I'm talking business!" she huffed. "The chairman asked his secretary to call me. There's a secret organization that has recently passed customs into China, and their target is likely Yashikai!" Qin Feng set aside his carefree expression, furrowed his brows. "What organization?" "We still don't know yet." "Leader He gestured helplessly, saying, 'The secrecy of this organization is no less than that of your Death Island. They're gathering toward Plain City through various means. The evidence shows their target isn't you—so it must be Yapo!' Qin, the young man, wiped his brow, stunned. Why does everything always involve me? How many enemies do I have? Whenever there's a secret organization or its members, you immediately think of targeting me. I've always been so generous and trustworthy—my reputation has been completely tarnished by you. 'Are you certain they're targeting Xiao Yapo?' he asked solemnly. 'Right now, there's at least a 60% chance they are.' Leader He analyzed. 'Alright,' Qin replied, 'I'll send Isabella to protect her. That way, after I've relieved the surveillance on Liu Su, Shasha has been saying she's bored all the time.' He wasn't worried about Yapo's safety. After all, this was his own territory—whether on the black or white side of the business, he had people everywhere to investigate from all angles." Moreover, Yashiro is protected by forty or fifty top bodyguards, plus an immortal coach—no matter how many tanks they bring, they won’t pose even the slightest threat. Yet, what exactly is this organization like? It takes a special kind of organization to dare target the daughter of the world’s richest man. His eyes settled on He Leading, whose face showed signs of fatigue, and with a cheerful smile, he said, “You seem a bit worn out, Leader. Why don’t I give you a massage and acupressure session—guaranteed to restore your energy and spirits.