Proved that Ling'er's high intelligence only manifests at certain times, most of the time she's completely carefree. For instance, right now—when Qin Feng announces he's going to give her the Liantai—her large eyes are filled with countless little stars... well, actually, an infinite number of them. It's no surprise, really. The Liantai is such a precious item that not only does Ling'er want it, but everyone present would love to claim it for themselves. Just look at the evident reluctance on Dong Qiankun's and缥缈's faces—without even having to glance at anyone else. As for the audience below, all are watching Ling'er with admiration. Of course, beyond admiration, many of their gazes also carry a hint of something more intimate. In the cultivation world, Ling'er is the second most beautiful woman after Lin Caivéi—charming, spirited, and always embodying the very essence of endearing charm. On the stage, the Master of the Spirit Gate blushed deeply. He hadn't expected Qin Feng to pull off such a move—his heart filled with regret. Truly, day and night he had been on guard against the thief by his side, yet it still proved hard to prevent. "My dear disciple," he thought, "can't you at least show some composure? Will refusing that young man in front of everyone really be fatal to your reputation? Even for the sake of your master's dignity, can't you manage that?" If Qin Feng had simply seized the Liantai without hesitation, Dong Guankun would have regarded him as his greatest rival in the cultivation world and would certainly have employed various means to undermine him and those around him. But now, Dong Guankun sees Qin Feng as someone who is merely greedy for beauty—a serious flaw among cultivators. Thus, he feels at ease, thinking that the young man still lacks experience and doesn't fully grasp what's more important: while beauty undoubtedly holds strong appeal, a true cultivator's path lies in continuously strengthening their own power. What are the beautiful women of the cultivation world compared to? Once he himself successfully ascends to the heavens, there will be even more celestial maidens waiting for him. Both of them exchanged smiles that carried the grace of seasoned strategists. As the saying goes, "without desire, one is strong." When one knows their opponent's strengths and weaknesses—especially such critical flaws—there is truly nothing to worry about. Below the stage, Lin Caivé gently pulled at He Muqing's sleeve and whispered, "Exactly as we expected!" "He sighed with a touch of helplessness, 'Who could have thought Xiao Feng wouldn't take the Liantai seriously? In truth, didn't we all feel the same way? If there were better options, we'd naturally overlook the ordinary ones!' Lin Meiren nodded. She had personally experienced the immense energy contained within the lotus blooms—the Liantai now seemed like a mere afterthought. After all, as long as people were willing, they could simply place a lotus on any stone and, over time, transform it into a brand-new Liantai. Given that, why not lend a hand to Ling'er? In other words, it was also helping Qin Feng, the big bad guy. She patted Ling'er on the shoulder and smiled, 'Why are you still standing there? Since it's been given to you, just accept it!' Everyone was stunned. Though Lin Caivai and He Muqing were both Qin Feng's girlfriends, few could believe that Lin Meiren would be so generous—wasn't this simply helping her own man find a new partner?" Ling'er blinked her eyes, full of eager anticipation, asking, "Really? Really?" This time, it was He Muqing who spoke, smiling warmly, "Of course! Hurry up and go collect it—otherwise Xiao Feng will start worrying. What if he gets upset and gives it to someone else? Then you'd be in for a real pity!" On stage, Qin the Young Lord had been smiling gently at the young woman below. Honestly, she was truly delightful—especially the variety of expressions on her face and her little pouts, which made one simply want to leap over and kiss her right there. The Master of the Spirit Gate felt deeply embarrassed, quickly turning his head aside. Unknowingly, this "ostrich behavior" did little to hide his discomfort and instead made him the center of everyone's attention. The crowd burst into laughter, and the old man truly wished he could vanish into a crack in the ground. In fact, his heart was deeply conflicted. On one hand, he sincerely hoped his beloved apprentice would receive the Lotus Platform, as it truly was a valuable treasure; on the other hand, he longed for his apprentice to decline it, so as to avoid the unfortunate outcome of losing both his disciple and his own strength. Lingri, encouraged by her two elder sisters, gained great confidence. With a graceful leap, she launched herself into the air, landing lightly and elegantly on the platform before Qin Feng. Indeed, beauty is beauty—what seemed ordinary became profoundly pleasing. Qin, the young lord, stared at her intently, his expression not particularly warm, and smiled pleasantly, saying, "Lingri, there's no need to thank me. After all, we're good friends. And you're a close sister to my two wives—how could I not give you this gift?" "Such a bad boy... No, Feng-ge, thank you, truly." Lingri quickly changed her tone, proving once again the timeless truth: when you're in someone's good graces, you can't help but be touched by their generosity. "Thanking me? Between us, isn't that a bit too formal?" Qin's smile grew even more indulgent. Suddenly, he reached out and grasped Lingri's small hand, placing both hands gently upon the lotus platform before she could react. He spoke in a normal tone, saying, "Feel the energy it holds, didn't you?" "Uh-huh." The little disciple's eyes sparkled once again. "Ah, then let's gather it up quickly. Just remember to be extra careful—don't let anyone steal it away." He added. "Never mind. Who dares to challenge my Lotus Platform? I'll have my master beat them senseless, even turn them into pig-headed fools. My master is truly formidable. With him by my side, who would dare have any ill intentions?" Ling said with a graceful, delicate voice.