Now Lin Jiawei is completely at a loss—just one act of spying and one instance of the accuser going first, and he has no chance to recover. "Shame," Lin Fenglei didn't give him a chance to explain, shouting, "As a member of the Lin family, you've let me down terribly. Get back immediately and don't show your face for three months!" Lin Jiawei was furious and about to object when his brother, Lin Jiahou, spoke up from outside, "Didn't you hear the Master's words? Go back right away and reflect in seclusion—this is already a lenient treatment from the Master. If it were my decision, I'd have you face the wall for three years!" Lin Jiawei felt even more unjust. The monitoring of Qin Feng had been arranged by his brother, and now not only wasn't he standing by him, but he was now aligned with Lin Fenglei. Yet he quickly realized that it wasn't a big deal to suffer a little now—what would be truly detrimental would be to drag his elder brother into this mess. He lowered his head and said in a serious tone, "Understood. I'll go right away and reflect in seclusion!" Upon saying this, he turned and walked off. Lin Jiahao smiled and said, "Master, don't be upset. I'll take good care of him when I get back!" "Agreed," Lin Fenglei nodded. "Your younger brother truly needs some guidance. It's him again—first yesterday, now today. I'm not saying this lightly; he's quite grown now, yet still acts like a child!" Qin Feng immediately added, "Grandfather, I won't hold any grudge against him!" To be honest, at just twenty years old, Qin's young lord still managed to earn the title of a 'child,' and even he himself had shown himself to be magnanimous. This clearly indicated that Lin Jiawei wasn't merely childish—he had serious character issues. Lin Jiahao glanced at him sharply, then smiled and said to the master, "Please don't worry. I'll certainly take good care of him!" To be honest, Qin Feng disliked Lin Jiahao more than his foolish younger brother, Lin Jiawei. In fact, Lin Jiawei was merely a tool in Lin Jiahao's hands—Lin Jiahao himself was the one who was causing trouble. So Qin Feng said, "Grandfather, I'd like to teach you the art of alchemy as soon as possible. Do you have time now?" "Yes, I've actually been planning to find you!" Lin senior was delighted. He had expected the process to be more complicated, but now it seemed that the alchemy expert had come straight to him. Lin Jiahao's eyes lit up—he was just as enthusiastic about alchemy as Lin Fenglei. He had intended to suggest observing from the sidelines, but before he could speak, Lin senior interjected, "Jiahao, go about your business. You're not needed here. Just make sure to properly discipline your younger brother!" Lin Jiahao could only bow respectfully and then reluctantly turned to leave. Lin senior now treated Qin Feng with much greater warmth, promptly inviting him into his home. Though not luxurious by any means, Mr. Lin Fenglei's house was truly authentic and traditional, far surpassing Zhang Jie's small courtyard in both character and charm. This was the man who always spoke about keeping water level—balanced—on his tongue. Qin, the young magnate, wanted to ask him one thing: "When, by your conscience, have you actually managed to keep water level?" Mr. Lin presented three dan furnaces—bronze, gold, and purple-gold—easily recognizable by their styles, all dating back to before the Shang Dynasty. Yet, in his heart, Qin found them lacking. For, compared to the ancient bronze tripod, these were merely ordinary furnaces, plain and unremarkable, useful only for refining herbs and potions. "Choose one, Xiao Feng," Lin Fenglei said, "to serve as your teaching tool." This statement revealed yet another trait of the old man—his frugality! What did he mean by "tool"? That once you've used it, you'd have to return it. Qin's determination only grew stronger—he was certain he wouldn't teach the true art of alchemy to him. He gestured casually, "Just that bronze one. I'm not used to such high-end stoves. Besides, if something goes wrong, Grandfather will be devastated!" The old man quickly chuckled, "How could that be? Hehe, let's begin!" "Alright," Qin said, not wanting to waste time on small talk. "I'll demonstrate. You just follow along." He picked up the bronze furnace, sat cross-legged, and casually selected a few herbs from his jewelry case. He worked swiftly, deliberately skipping some key steps—or completing certain ones quickly while the old man wasn't paying attention. Lin the old man watched intently, nodding continuously. Honestly, he had devoted considerable effort to alchemy, but compared to Qin Feng, his own methods seemed utterly insignificant. A few minutes later, the furnace began to rotate, gradually casting faint shadows. After another few minutes, it came to a stillness. Qin then lifted one of the furnace legs and poured out twelve pills of Qi-accumulating Dan. Lin Fenglei widened his eyes. From the quantity of herbs, it was clear that only a minimal amount had been wasted—just enough to produce twelve pills, meaning his success rate was a perfect 100%. After dedicating several decades to alchemy, achieving a 30% success rate was already a great achievement for Lin Fenglei; the herbs he failed to use had piled up to form a small mountain. Qin Feng set down the furnace, wiped his forehead with a tissue, and asked, "Did you see it clearly?" Lin Fenglei nodded. He believed he had examined every detail carefully, without missing a single one, and during the process, he had gained numerous inspirations, eager to try it himself. Even a success rate of just 70% to 80% would be enough to transform the Lin family from a cultivation clan into a renowned pill-making family, and no sect would fail to show them respect. "Then, I'll go back first." "Qin Dashi clapped his hands and, before even looking at him, simply said, 'Don't rush—this has to be done gradually. Especially since you've already developed certain habits in alchemy; it's hard to change them quickly!' Lin the Elder beamed with enthusiasm, 'Rest assured, this is common knowledge. I'm well aware of it. I'm certain I can quickly adjust to the new habits—this won't be a problem!' Immediately after Qin Dashi left, he began trying right away. Yet just a few seconds later, a precious batch of herbs was ruined—so swiftly that it broke his previous record. Undeterred, he attributed this to carelessness, believing that with a bit more attention next time, such a situation would not arise. The second batch lasted less than two minutes before it too was ruined. The third batch, in fact, was ruined even faster than the first, once again setting a new record." He certainly wasn't satisfied after failing ten or twelve times in a row. After all, Qin Feng had seemed so effortless when he was refining the elixirs just now. As someone who had immersed himself in this art for decades, he surely wasn't going to fall short of even a mere young lad. He'd go find Qin Feng and ask for advice—what a humiliation!