The Lin family was completely crazy. That very night, several members began forging pills. By morning the next day, the entire family’s sky was filled with a strong medicinal aroma, with at least a dozen people doing the same thing. Lin Fenglei was furious. He had recently dispatched family members to gather herbs, only to find upon their return that prices had soared and the quality was poor despite the higher cost. Now, everyone was openly showing their tails—turns out, you all kept so many in reserve! Just like in the mundane world, goods in the cultivation realm also experience price fluctuations. Over the years, rising herb prices have prompted buyers to stock up privately, then resell them at the higher rates the following year. As for how many of these transactions were actually financed by the Lin family, no one could clearly explain. It would never have come to light had it not been for Qin Feng’s introduction of the alchemy technique. Qin Da-shao yawned as he woke up, and Lin Nü-pei served him his clothes with such thoughtful attention. Just as the day before, they had stayed up all night, and Zhang Jie again stayed up late, her eyes dark with fatigue, preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Lin Meiren walked over and lowered her voice, saying, "Your little scheme has already consumed several years' worth of medicinal herbs for the Lin family. If they succeed in producing the elixirs, that's fortunate; if not, they'll be so drained they'll literally bleed from exhaustion—within two years, they won't have a chance to recover at all!" He shrugged and said, "I didn't force them to do this. It's their own choice, Vivian. When they've exhausted their herbs and funds, won't they come to me with complaints?" Lin Meiren glanced at him and nodded, saying, "Given the Lin family's nature, they certainly will. You'd better be ready to make your exit, or they'll shift all the blame onto you and launch a coordinated attack against you." He embraced her slender waist, smiling cheerfully, "My husband has already thought of a strategy!" Two days later, the Lin family members all turned into red-eyed wolves, stepping out of their homes en masse to surround the courtyard where Zhang Jie was located. Qin Dashi personally opened the door and greeted them with a cheerful smile, "Ladies and gentlemen, from the way you look, I'm sure you've all gathered a lot of valuable insights. After all, we're all part of the same family—there's no need for formality. Please, just don't bother with any thanks!" A group led by Lin Jia Hao stared at him with wide-eyed anger. They had personally witnessed every step of Qin Dashi's alchemy process, and everyone else had learned from them. Yet, the teachers themselves barely understood the fundamentals, and their students were even more lacking. In the end, every single one of them succeeded—no matter how much they struggled. A different group, led by Lin Fenglei, felt more at ease. After all, there were others who had wasted more herbs than he had and had even depleted their entire family fortune. "Qin Feng, your alchemy method simply doesn't work," Lin Jia Hao pointed at him and demanded, "What's your real objective? Why are you deceiving us?" Qin Dashi's face darkened, and his tone became displeased. "What do you mean? Don't think because you're older that you can arbitrarily accuse others. There were all of you watching at the time—did I succeed? Did I tell you that the established habits of alchemy I've cultivated over the years would become the single biggest cause of failure? When you fail, you come to me and blame me. Is that fair? When you yourselves are simply slow to learn, you shift the blame onto me. What is this, then?" Lin Fenglei spoke up, his tone still relatively gentle. "But, Xiao Feng, everyone has failed. If even one person had succeeded, that would prove your teaching was correct. Yet no one has succeeded—can't you still bear some responsibility?" He didn't hold back, saying bluntly, "I have absolutely no responsibility. When I taught you, didn't I promise to ensure that every student would master it? Can't you blame the teacher when the students themselves are slow to learn? Moreover, when I first mastered this technique, I failed over a thousand times myself!" "Really?" asked Lin Jiahou. "Honestly, if it were that easy to master, then prescriptions would truly be just like candy beans." He sighed impatiently. "You've only failed a few times—how come you can't stay patient?" Lin Fenglei rubbed his hands and said, "But everyone has been following your method precisely. So, logically, why do we keep failing?" Qin Feng looked at him with a cold smile. "Mr. Lin, your point is—shall I demonstrate it once again?" "That would be perfect," Lin Fenglei thought. He'd already seen it three times—there was no reason he couldn't learn it now. Qin Jian also immediately agreed. "I think this method is excellent!" "But I don't." Qin, the young man, grew frustrated, his face darkening. "This is the method for making prescriptions—not a formula for pest control medicine. I can certainly teach you that, but your attitude leaves me deeply disappointed. In your eyes, this is no different from a rat poison recipe. If that's the case, then why should I keep warming my own face only to meet your cold backs?" "A whole group of people were unexpectedly shy—alchemy has always been a closely guarded secret in the cultivation world. It's truly generous of them to openly share it with everyone. To question them like this is simply inappropriate. Lin Fenglei and Lin Jiahou exchanged glances, but it was Old Lin who finally spoke: "Don't be upset, Xiao Feng. We genuinely don't have any complaints against you. This is just a misunderstanding—don't you agree?" "Exactly, it's a misunderstanding," someone added. "In fact, we came here to express our gratitude," said someone with an unusually thick face. Qin Xia's expression improved slightly. He sniffed and said, "I'd be happy to demonstrate once more—just as long as you agree to one condition!" Old Lin immediately replied, "As long as it's not unreasonable, I'll certainly agree!" Qin Feng glanced back and then said, "Wenwen and Aunt Zhang's living conditions are quite poor—they absolutely need to be improved!" "Absolutely no problem." Lin Fenglei agreed immediately: "You pick whatever you like—no matter which courtyard you choose, it's all yours!" Some people's faces grew concerned, as they were reluctant. Qin Feng huffed, "Forget it. If I actually make a choice, things might not go smoothly. I'd like to take Aunt Zhang with me and move to a safer place. Of course, I can guarantee she won't interact with anyone from the outside world—can I?" Lin Fenglei wanted to simply refuse, but Lin Jiahao kept sending him steady looks, so he finally nodded and said, "Alright, I'll agree."