With a small sip of wine, the Master of the Spirit Gate immediately widened his eyes and praised, "Excellent wine! This is indeed the legendary Zui Xian Wine Bar. It's said that this wine has been lost since the passing of the Plump Maitreya. How is it that Qin Xiao-you has it?" Qin Feng smiled and said, "That's no surprise at all—since I'm the one who killed the Plumb Maitreya, all his belongings naturally come to me!" The Master of the Spirit Gate nodded, "Ah, now it makes perfect sense. I once tasted the Zui Xian Wine several years ago and was absolutely amazed. Since then, I've tried many times to enjoy it again, but never managed to find the opportunity. Upon hearing of the Plumb Maitreya's passing, I was truly saddened, thinking I'd never taste it again. I never expected to have the chance to enjoy it through your kindness!" Qin Xiao-you graciously replied, "Enjoy it as much as you like—there's still more here. The grilled meat will be ready shortly. Let's feast on hearty portions and drink deeply!" "Very well—then, I'll just The Eighty-Eleven Electronic Book—he had agreed so readily, entirely out of respect for Zui Xian's face. Soon after, the two began to feast and drink heartily. Men, once they've had a few bowls of wine, grow more at ease; after becoming half-drunk, the Master of Tongling addressed him warmly as "old brother," calling him with genuine familiarity. He was deeply resentful. Even Qin Feng, this obscure young lad, had managed to make it into the top three—how could he, the elder, be swept aside? The two disciples brought dinner and placed it carefully before him. One of them spoke up, "Master, please eat something. We'll need to be here tomorrow..." "Tomorrow? What's tomorrow's matter? We'll still have to watch them compete, watch them vie for the Lotus Platform, won't we?" He angrily pushed all the bowls and plates to the floor. "I've no appetite. You two don't touch a single bite either. We'll leave when it's well past night!" "Ah, leaving," the disciple exclaimed, surprised. He snapped his eyes at him: "Is it really that humiliating to stay here? Have I lost all face—my dignity—already? I can't bear to stay any longer. If you wish to remain, do so. From now on, never return to the Fire God Sect again!" Both disciples turned pale and quickly nodded, "We'll immediately inform our fellow disciples and prepare to leave at a moment's notice!" "Don't make a fuss. We need to move quietly, otherwise we'll be made a laughingstock." He said, with a hint of displeasure. Meanwhile, in Dong Qiankun's hall, the lights were dazzling, and the tables were laden with an array of exquisite dishes, creating a vibrant and lively atmosphere. Seated in the main seat, he held a cup of wine and said, "Master, my qualification for the top three is all thanks to you and everyone here. Let's all raise our cups to this toast. Tomorrow, Master will surely recover the Lotus Platform. Any disciple who has contributed will be given a trial opportunity!" Everyone lifted their cups and drank it down. As the foremost disciple who had earned this achievement, he was naturally the favorite among all. He smiled and said, "Master, tomorrow's match is a done deal. As long as we defeat the True Master of the Drifting Elegance, Qin Feng will be nothing but a piece of cake." "Indeed," said his second disciple, "a man who only knows how to play politics and strike unexpectedly—how could he possibly be a match for Master?" Dong Gqian set down his cup, modestly saying, "He's not to be underestimated—those who make it into the top three aren't exactly dim-witted. But Master has it all secured. You just need to be ready to carry the platform away!" Lin Fenglei also couldn't make sense of it. "When I first met him, he was just a young cultivator barely entering the realm of cultivation—less than a year ago—and now he's already reached the Extinction Stage. That's truly astonishing. I suspect he must have had some extraordinary encounter. Even my granddaughter, Lin Caivéi, who's been with him for only six months, now surpasses me in rank!" The White Crane Sect Master sighed, "I agree—he must have had some remarkable fortune. But with that, I believe our grudges against him will never be settled in this lifetime." Lin Fenglei's eyes twinkled, and he coldly remarked, "Not necessarily. We may not be able to defeat Qin Feng, but can he guarantee that every person around him is truly capable? We can shift our resentment onto them!" "It's difficult." The White Crane Sect Master shook his head and said, "The other young woman by his side is a skilled cultivator at the Huazheng stage—she must be quite capable. I suppose the others won't be much worse. Lin brother, I've given up. It's not that I'm timid or afraid of dying; rather, the White Crane Sect simply can't withstand much more upheaval. After several recent upheavals, we've dropped from second-tier to third-tier, and even in others' eyes, we're now considered barely above average. As the sect master, I must prioritize the collective good over personal grievances!" Lin the elder's face changed instantly. Though he didn't want to admit it, the facts were undeniable and now lay plainly before him—when Lin Caivie's mother had been held hostage, Qin Feng had dared to stand against the Lin family; now, with that advantage gone, it was even more difficult. Yet he simply wouldn't swallow it, determined to exact revenge. He moved his lips slightly and said, "Rest assured—I'll proceed with caution. Not only will Qin Feng suffer losses, but he won't even be able to trace my involvement!" Seeing that Lin was determined to go all the way, the White Crane Master shook her head and said, "Very well, whatever you wish to do, I won't stand in your way. Just remember—be careful at all times, and above all, don't risk yourself."