The Lin family wasn't unsatisfied with Qin Feng himself, but rather with the fact that he had come without any gifts. Lin Senior had repeatedly mentioned to his family members his skills in preparing elixirs and writing incantation scrolls. According to their expectations, during their first meeting, someone should at least bring several bottles of elixirs and a few scrolls. Yet Qin, having already entered the household, had offered nothing at all. Therefore, they felt it necessary to put some pressure on this young man, so that he would truly understand how difficult it was to become their family's son-in-law. They believed that under such pressure, Qin Feng would naturally offer more gifts and efforts to win them over. The man known to Lin Caiwei as her fifth uncle, Lin Jiahao, a renowned figure from the Lin family, shared remarkably similar personality traits with Lin Feng Lei—having lived a long life, he still firmly adhered to the saying, "If there's milk, then there's mother." Lin Meiyu's words left everyone blushing—indeed, among the third-generation members of the Lin family, Lin Caivé was undoubtedly outstanding, yet she ranked only 26th among the family's top martial artists. Moreover, no one else beyond her reached the top thirty. Qin Feng managed to enter the top twenty. So what did you have to be proud of, looking down your nose at me? If your family is so strong, why haven't you had anyone who can even match my performance? "What are you all standing here for? Go to the boardroom," Lin Fenglei grumbled. He fully supported Lin Jiaohao's plan to give Qin Feng a stern reception, but in the end, it was his own family members who ended up embarrassed. Someone rang the bronze bell at the boardroom entrance, and all Lin family members set aside their current tasks and proceeded to the boardroom. Only cultivators had the privilege of entering the boardroom—this explained why Qin the Young had searched so diligently and still couldn't find his future mother-in-law. From elderly elders with white hair down to young children still in their early stages of growth, the Lin family boasts a total of sixty-one cultivators, making it a prominent family within the cultivation world. With so many gathering together, most of them approach the gathering with the mindset of watching a performance—like watching a monkey act. In their eyes, Qin, the young heir, is that monkey, a wealthy one at that. Whether or not they can actually benefit from him depends entirely on the family’s collective cooperation. At the center of the reception hall is the seat of the family patriarch, Lin Fenglei. On either side, there are nine chairs each, meaning only nineteen individuals are qualified to sit. Every person seated carries an air of dignified pride. Fortunately, Qin, the young heir, has never witnessed the grandest cultivation sects. To him, the Lin family feels like true elders—indeed, among the most established in the cultivation world. Lin Fenglei cleared his throat and said, "Are everyone here? I've invited all of you today to meet Xiao Wei's boyfriend—Qin Feng. He's a self-made talent, only twenty years old, yet he's already reached the Hua Zhen stage. Do you all think he's worthy of one of our Lin family daughters?" Of course, who could possibly say otherwise? You'd have to find a younger, more elite young man than Qin Feng. Among all of them, there are many older than him, yet his cultivation level far surpasses theirs. Lin Jiahuang scoffed, "Master, there are plenty of elite talents in our cultivation world. Take the young master of Wuyang Sect, for instance—he's not even thirty yet and is already nearing the Kui Tian stage!" Qin, the young master, thought to himself: Thirty years to reach Kui Tian? Since I began my cultivation journey, it's been only a few months. If it takes me thirty years to reach Kui Tian, then I might as well commit suicide. Indeed, the young master of Wuyang Sect is an exceptional talent, and he has clearly expressed his interest in Xiao Wei. "Lin Fenglei said. Lin Caivai spoke up, "Grandpa, didn't you forget that I and Xiao Feng can practice dual cultivation together? Let that so-called young master give up on his hopes right now!" "How can you speak like this?" Lin Jiahou was a true troublemaker, his expression stern. "When adults are speaking, what business is there for children to interrupt? How can you possibly show any courtesy?" Lin Beijia lowered her head angrily. She wasn't afraid of Lin Jiahou, but worried that by upsetting these people, she might put her mother at risk. For years, she had always endured quietly within the Lin family. Of course, Qin Feng couldn't bear it anymore. He stepped in, "Respected elders, since I've already come here, is it not a bit inappropriate for you to talk about other men in my presence?" Lin Jiahao slammed the table and declared loudly, "Did you not hear what I just said? Adults speak and children must not interrupt. Moreover, whether or not you earn our approval is another matter entirely. Why can't we talk about men better than you? Did we say we absolutely had to marry Xiao Wei to you?" Qin Dashi, upon hearing this, didn't get angry at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Only three minutes? If I were to defeat you outright, what would that mean?" "Then it clearly proves you're a true elite," Lin Jiawei sniffed. At the peak of the Huazhen stage facing another peak-level contender, if someone lacked such confidence, Qin Dashi might as well have given up. Yet, the others didn't seem worried about Lin Jiawei's ability to win—they instead watched Qin Feng with the eyes of someone anticipating a defeat. Lin Caivé whispered, "His artifact is an ancient tiger seal that transforms into a powerful, attack-heavy tiger. Even Lin Old Man himself would need over ten minutes to defeat it!" Well, I see now—no wonder he's so confident. He truly has something special. A tiger that even Lin Feng雷 takes over ten minutes to beat—what a game-changer that must be. Lin Jiawei sneered, "Are you afraid now? Don't worry—as long as you stand before our entire family and admit you're just a decorative pillow, no one will hold anything against you!" "How do you know I'm afraid?" Qin Feng said, lifting his sleeve. "Master Pao, a master of the Void Stage, didn't he ultimately fall to my hands? That clearly proves the unpredictability of life!" "Very well, I'll give you this chance—remember, it's three minutes. If you can't last that long, it will prove you're just a decorative pillow." Lin Jiawei extended his right hand, and a bronze tiger insignia, ancient in design, appeared in the palm of his hand, glowing softly under the sunlight. Qin Feng held his Qinggang sword, adopting a bold, challenging stance, yet spoke with polite courtesy, "Then, let's begin."