?Reading on mobile phone Qin Feng's cultivation lasted exactly three days. The girls at the 80 Electronic Book knew he was practicing, each attending to their own affairs, only feeling a bit lonely when they went to sleep at night. Inside the small steaming cauldron, he slowly opened his eyes. Over the course of those three days, he couldn't recall exactly how many times he had completed the circulation of the meridians; a flash of brilliance passed through his eyes, and he clearly knew that he had now reached the state of a cultivator in the Ji Mi stage. This process felt incredibly long to him, as it was the first time since he became a cultivator that he had engaged in such an extended period of practice—so long that it seemed as though he had spent an entire year. Such a pace would surely astonish the entire cultivation world if it were to be shared. As he leapt up from the stone, he noticed that the stone had changed—previously dark black, it now appeared gray-black. "Well, I'll just wipe it off," he thought, "must this lotus platform have formed exactly like this?" "He murmured to himself that the girls should all come here to train and quickly improve their levels. In the past, he never rushed this matter, since the people he interacted with were mostly ordinary; with their current abilities, they could handle dangers and protect themselves adequately. But now it's different—no longer only he is gaining recognition in the cultivation world, but also his circle of companions is drawing increasing attention. There might even be those with ulterior motives. Therefore, enhancing his own cultivation was now a crucial matter. He stepped smoothly over to the beautiful woman, wrapping his arms around her waist and saying, "Yes, husband, I've indeed advanced—now I'm at the Lower Extinction Stage!" The young girls were all surprised, since he had often mentioned the drawbacks of his rapid advancement. He had stayed in the Kui Tian Stage for a long time, and if he'd wanted to, he could have easily entered the Extinction Stage through dual cultivation and herbal medicine. Knowing exactly what everyone was concerned about, he shrugged and said, "It's just that the qi radiating from that lotus flower is simply too powerful—I can't stop it at all. You all go ahead and begin your cultivation now. Just sit on the stone where the lotus is located, and try to stay as close as possible!" "And what about you?" asked Lin, the beautiful woman. He patted his stomach and said, "My brother hasn't eaten for three days—so I'm going to feast like a king. You all go ahead and start practicing. Once you come out, I'll catch up on all the work I've been putting off—wah-hah!" By "work," he meant the evening bed sessions. The young girls turned their eyes on him with irritation, then one after another flew into the small cauldron, locating the stone, and began their cultivation together. ... Lin Family—Lin Jiawei sat upon the family patriarch's throne. Over the past few months, under his leadership, the Lin Family has been steadily recovering its strength. Compared to Bai He Gate, the Lin Family's losses have been relatively minor—only some accumulated herbs and funds over the years, with no significant changes in its personnel structure. As long as there were people, recovery was never difficult. Yet, in this latest ranking of the Gathering of the Celestial Immortals, the Lin Family had never before been placed at number thirty-eight—an undeniable source of deep shame. Though the Lin Family had indeed declined, even a lean camel is larger than a horse. After all, the families and sects ranked among the top thirty were all considered mediocre. Even if the Lin Family were in its weakest state, it surely could not be deemed merely third-tier. Lin Jiahao's face was pale, and when he saw Qin Feng ranked eleventh, he found it utterly unacceptable. He had personally inquired about the reasons behind the relatively low placement of the Lin family, only to learn that the Lin family lacked elite practitioners—mere numbers of cultivators were not enough. For a family without a leading master, a ranking of thirty-eighth was already quite commendable. Indeed, after Lin Fenglei was expelled, the Lin family had no outstanding cultivators at all. Lin Jiahao felt that the man’s voice was somewhat familiar. Upon listening closely to what he said, he coldly replied, “Ah, it’s Lin Fenglei, isn’t it? There’s no outsider here—why wear a mask then? Don’t you feel ashamed to face people? If you’re already ashamed, why come at all? You have absolutely no connection with this place, and in fact, you’re unwelcome!” With his identity exposed, Lin Fenglei no longer needed to wear the mask; he removed it and set it aside. Like Lin Jiahao, everyone present looked deeply indignant. They all remembered clearly how this stubborn old man had caused immense losses to the Lin family, leaving them unable to recover even now—yet here he was, showing up with such pride. Ignoring the anger of the family members, Lin Fenglei spoke confidently, “If you still recognize me as your family head, then I can ensure that the Lin family’s ranking at the Gathering of the Immortal Saints will rise into the top twenty!” As soon as he spoke, the entire hall fell silent, quiet enough to send a chill through one's heart. Lin Jiahao immediately broke into a storm of complaints: "Lin Fenglei, you're no longer a member of the Lin family—what right do you have to interfere in our affairs? You're not welcome here. Leave at once!" "What if I don't leave?" Lin Fenglei smiled. "Then don't be surprised if I treat you less kindly." Lin Jiahao wasn't intimidated by Lin Fenglei, despite the difference in their ranks. He had the full backing of the entire Lin family, so even if he had to resort to physical action, the family members would surely stand by him. "Since you put it that way, I won't hold back—your lack of generosity will be my reason for taking action." Suddenly, Lin Fenglei launched himself into action, his sword striking Lin Jiahao from a precise, unexpected angle. Lin Jiahao was caught off guard by the sudden move and quickly activated his spiritual shield while summoning his own sword. His flying sword still arrived too late, failing to make any impact; his spiritual force shield was pierced by a single stroke, the sharp blade driving straight into his abdomen and shattering his dantian. Lin Fenglei's attack was both steady, precise, and decisive—his single move had already sealed the fate of Lin Jia Hao. Lin Jia Hao stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief and resentment, yet he gradually collapsed to the ground. The members of the Lin family were all stunned, preparing to intervene and avenge their master. But Lin Fenglei merely sneered, "If you don't wish to die, stay still. Do you truly believe yourselves to be my rivals?"