"Reading on phone" Hé Mùqíng's face changed upon hearing her younger sister's words. She mumbled, "I'll still call you my sister—you're actually a year older than me!" "Ah. Eight-zero e-book," the younger sister shook her head and said, "Well, I just look more like a little sister. Let's have dinner, then!" As for the younger sister's act of borrowing flowers to present them, the elder brother felt quite helpless. He gestured to Qín Fēng with a polite motion and said, "Friend, please take a bite too—we originally had a whole roasted lamb that we couldn't finish; now we've lost several more mouths!" Qín Shào glanced at the several figures still lying on the ground and remarked, "They'll still need to eat once they wake up, won't they?" "No, they mustn't eat—I'm going to punish them," the elder brother declared firmly. "Ah, that will be quite awkward. Well, then, I'll gladly comply," Qín Shào said with ease. After all, it was a roasted lamb that was golden on the outside and tender on the inside—just the aroma was enough He never knew what politeness meant. He picked up his little sister's sword and with a few swift motions, cut the roasted lamb into small pieces. Immediately, his little sister pouted, clearly dissatisfied. But to his surprise, the little sister didn't lose her temper—she merely glanced at Qin Feng with a quiet, steady stare. After all, that was her favorite sword; usually, anyone who dared touch it would send her into a rage. "Hey, your sword is quite good," he said, tossing it back to her with a cheerful smile. "Next time, just remember—don't start fighting people without reason. You'll end up losing!" "Got it, uncle," she replied. Uncle? Wow, when did Brother become an uncle? Is there anyone younger and sunnier than this? Besides, you're already twenty-six, and I haven't even celebrated my twenty-first birthday yet! Watching him look flustered, He Muqing smiled and then introduced herself to the little sister, "By the way, my name is He Muqing. What's yours?" "While carefully polishing her flying sword, the younger sister replied, 'My name is Ling'er. Sister Qing, you must be hungry—go eat quickly!' This young lady is named Ling'er. Qin Shao asked, 'Hey, what's your surname?' Ling'er raised her eyes and glared at him, 'Does it matter to you? I'm just called Ling'er—both my given and courtesy name are Ling'er!' The senior brother smiled and said, 'Indeed, Ling'er, our junior sister was found by Master twenty-six years ago during one of his travels. At that time, she was still a newborn, likely abandoned by her parents. Since Master didn't know her biological parents, she has never had a surname.' 'How pitiful,' said He Muqing, 'such a lovely girl—how could anyone bear to abandon her?' 'Well, it doesn't matter at all,' Ling'er said, with a light heart. 'If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have met Master, nor would I have become a cultivator.' She was completely at ease, unaffected by the comments about her background." Qin Sha picked up the largest piece of lamb, chewing as he said, "It's true that what's lost in the west can be gained in the east—I've always believed in this principle. But Ling'er, how many years have you been practicing?" Ling'er responded with some displeasure: "Why are you asking this? Are you really interested in me? I'll tell you—I became a cultivator even at the age of six!" This girl isn't just fiery—she's also one who speaks without thinking. Yet such a personality is truly rare. But she immediately realized she'd blurted something out and turned to ask Qin Feng, "Qin Feng, how many years have *you* been practicing?" "Confidential," he said, the two words that could drive her to fury. Ling'er glared at him, then turned to He Muqing with a smile, asking, "Qing sister, how about you?" The beautiful He loved this younger sister, who was just one year younger than herself, and smiled, "About a year, I'd say." "A year." "Lin was stunned, and Master Xiang was even more amazed—how could someone achieve the level of a refined cultivator in just one year? Actually, when He Mei said it took only one year, she was being somewhat conservative. Since she began her cultivation journey, it's been only about half a year. She didn't want to overwhelm them with the news. 'Yes, Xiao Feng has helped me so much,' Lin said, a gentle blush rising on her cheeks. Master Xiang nodded. Now it all makes sense—no wonder the cultivation world considers dual cultivation such a rare and precious experience. To go from a complete beginner to a true skilled cultivator within just one year clearly demonstrates the immense benefits of dual cultivation. He could only think of dual cultivation as the key factor. How could he possibly have so many precious materials and treasures returned to Qin Feng's hands? Lin asked Master Xiang, 'What do you mean by nodding? Do you know why Qing Sister advanced so quickly? Tell me quickly—tell me!' "Master Xiang straightened his face: "Ask what you should ask, and leave what you shouldn't ask. You're still a child—don't go poking into adults' affairs!" Of course, he was embarrassed to mention it himself—after all, the reason his advancement was so swift was precisely because of the way he had handled matters involving intimacy, which simply couldn't be spoken aloud. "Hmph. You always treat me like a child. I'm twenty-six now, for goodness' sake!" Ling'er protested. "You don't have to tell me—just wait until I see Master and ask him myself!" While they were talking, Qin Shao had already finished off one lamb leg and was now reaching for the second. Ling'er noticed and quickly said, "Everyone, hurry up and eat! Otherwise, the big bad guy will finish us off!" "Pfft!" He Muqing coughed out a piece of lamb that hadn't quite been chewed yet, asking, "What's the big bad guy's name?" "Exactly," Ling'er said, picking up a piece of grilled meat and chewing. "Isn't he the big bad guy? My several senior brothers haven't even woken up yet!" "Well, Master He was quite helpless, glanced at Qin Shao who was now enthusiastically devouring the second leg of lamb, and thought to himself: Generally, any girl who calls me 'Master' ends up being taken care of by him. You, young lady, had better watch your step—don’t let this calm, unassuming one get the better of you. The four of them feasted heartily; at least one-third of the roasted lamb had made its way into Qin Feng’s stomach, and the combined portions of the other three were nearly equal. The leftovers, though amounting to nearly one-third, were mostly the less desirable parts. These were reserved for the people on the ground. Although Master Li had promised a punishment for them, he certainly wouldn’t let them go hungry. Master Li raised his hand, sending out a gust of powerful wind, then said with a sigh, "You lot—how long do you intend to stay lying there? If you're not dead, get up now and join me for dinner. Then we’ll continue on our way!" The several individuals stood up awkwardly, their eyes filled with resentment as they watched Qin Feng being treated as the honored guest. The senior brother glanced at them and said, "This is Qin Feng, the abbot of LingMiao Sect. What are you all standing there for? Go and greet him! He's a master at the Qi Xie stage—able to overlook your past grievances is truly good fortune for you!"