Qin Shao happily returned to his own camp area, which indeed was adjacent to the Tongling Sect, occupying several hundred square meters—quite spacious for a small sect consisting only of him, He Muqing, and Lin Caiwei. With a wave of his hand, three tents materialized out of thin air, serving as guest room, bedroom, and kitchen respectively. As the tents he brought were purely modern in style, standing in stark contrast to the historically styled tents surrounding them, they appeared quite distinctive—or even outshining the others. He Muqing had been staying at the Tongling Sect for a relatively short time, yet the two women had already become close friends, sharing everything from daily routines to deep personal conversations. Ling especially admired her position as head of the special operations team and loved listening to her recount stories from various missions. To be honest, since she can remember, Ling'er has lived within the Tongling Sect, rarely interacting with other cultivators, let alone people and events from the secular world. No matter what He Muqing said, she found it fascinating and utterly novel. Her eyes were filled with a strong sense of yearning. The Tongling Abbot was a bit concerned. He feared that his disciple might not withstand the allure of the outside world, and if one day she decided to leave home, what would he do? Yet he couldn't stop He Muqing from continuing her stories. With a sigh of resignation, he shook his head and turned his gaze toward Qin Feng, who had just finished setting up the tent. He thought these two seemed quite respectable and hoped they wouldn't tarnish Ling'er. At that moment, the previously reserved old man approached and called out, "Brother, they've asked me to invite you to join them for a drink. Come with me now—otherwise everyone will be waiting in anxiety!" There was no choice. The drinking arrangement had been made several days earlier. He thus gave his senior disciple a few instructions and followed the old man off together. Qin Feng laid down a carpet on a relatively flat area, so that when Lin Caivai arrived, the three of them could sit together on the ground and chat and drink. Of course, if Ling'er were willing to join them, he would be more than happy to accommodate. "Um, quite well arranged," he thought himself quite satisfied. Across the way, a commotion broke out: "Ling'er, my master proposed to your family eighteen years ago—why won't you marry me?" "Who says that once you've made a proposal, you must marry? There are so many masters who have made proposals to us—does my sister have to marry each one of them in turn?"—this was Ma Lian's voice. "Let's have a calm conversation; arguing is pointless," came the voice of the senior brother. Then Ling'er spoke: "Zhao Bin, don't you even take a moment to look at yourself? You're trying to marry me—how ridiculous! It's just because of the good relationship between my master and your master that I'm not going to hold it against you today. Otherwise, I'll knock you senseless and leave you with a pig's head!" "This girl truly has a fiery temperament—she'll shout and scream at the drop of a hat. Zhao Bin, who's been respectfully called 'the toad,' is now flushed with embarrassment. His appearance certainly isn't impressive: his pointed face and small, narrow eyes make him look quite unremarkable. To say he's aiming for swan-level grace would be an understatement. Zhao Bin has always regarded Ling'er as his future partner, having waited for over a decade. Finally, when she grew up, he received such a result—naturally, he was not satisfied. Seeing his master leave to drink, his frustration grew, and he felt he should go and confront Ling'er directly. "Yes, I may not have any outstanding qualities, but my feelings for you are genuine—test them by the sun and moon," Zhao Bin raised two fingers solemnly. "As long as you agree to marry me, I promise to give you the very best..." "Hahahaha!" A loud, arrogant laugh cut through Zhao Bin's vow. He turned angrily, only to find a face he had never seen before. Yes, it was Qin's younger brother who was laughing. He clutched his stomach and laughed for a while before straightening up and said, "Brother, your vows are quite lacking in substance. You're even a cultivator, yet you fall short of ordinary people. Ordinary folks—especially the affluent ones—when they express their love to a goddess, usually bring a luxury car, a house, or cash checks. You, on the other hand, manage to pack all that into just one speech. Now, let me ask you—do you truly believe in what you've just said?" "Of course! I'm absolutely someone who keeps my word," Zhao Bin said with great conviction. Qin nodded. "Alright, then, that's a start. Now, take out the very best you have for Ling'er and present it to everyone. This will not only demonstrate that your words are genuine but also prove your sincerity. Only after everyone has witnessed it can we truly say you love her sincerely." "Lin stepped forward to object—this Zhao Bin truly is a wealthy heir from the cultivation world, holding quite a collection of pills and magical artifacts. If he were to bring all of them out, wouldn't that prove his genuine sincerity? In truth, Lin is a simple girl. She never expects her future partner to be particularly wealthy or exceptionally talented. All she truly cares about is that Zhao Bin is unattractive—so unattractive that she simply cannot bear it. Simple to the point where she can only accept or reject someone based purely on their appearance, and if they're simply unattractive, she finds it unbearable. That's truly simple beyond measure. He Meng Qingshu pulled her sleeve and smiled, saying, 'Don't worry—Xin Feng will absolutely leave him devastated. That's his specialty!' 'Alright,' she nodded, yet still felt a bit concerned. Zhao Bin smiled warmly; he didn't harbor any resentment toward Qin Feng at all. On the contrary, he felt that this fellow was genuinely supportive of him, offering him a chance to showcase his sincerity." He waved his hand, and dozens of bottles materialized on the grass before him. With a proud tone, he said, "All these are mid-level or higher-grade pills, with several being premium ones. I can guarantee that every year, I'll provide Ling'er with the same quantity of pills!" Many onlookers gasped in amazement—what a generous offering, hundreds of pills annually! Qin Young chuckled coldly, "That's all? Isn't that a bit stingy of you?" Zhao Bin blinked, eyes wide open: "That's not even close! Many sects can't produce hundreds of pills in a year, let alone distribute them to individual members. Look carefully—this is well over hundreds!" "Really impressive," Qin Young said, shrugging, and imitating the manner of the toad just now. He waved his hand, and instantly hundreds of small pill bottles appeared before him. Then he added, "That's what true quality pills are about—every single one is premium, not a single mid-level pill. Compared to what you've got, your offering is quite modest."