Reading on mobile phone If it weren't for all these people here, and given the strength of the ethereal master, Dong Qinkuan would have kicked him out right then. Eight-zero electronic book I'm nearly bankrupt, yet you're still clinging to your 40% share. Even if I unite with your several sects, not only won't I secure any benefits, I'll have to pay you handsomely. Do you think I'm that easy to manage? Moreover, looking at the ethereal master's demeanor, he doesn't care whether you have any additional income. If things go south, he'll draw 40% from your Xiaoyao Sect's internal revenues—fine by me, absolutely no complaint. What's worse, he's clearly seen Dong Qinkuan's face turn dark, yet keeps pressing him: "Master Dong, please make a decision! When exactly will the ceremony for the new Grand Master be held? I'll certainly attend!" "Dong Gqian was not in the mood, saying, 'You're going to be the Grand Marshal? Fine. I'll attend your inauguration ceremony and bring you a grand gift—something substantial. What's wrong with you? If you're willing to take the post, all you need to do is give me two-tenths of your benefits!' The飘渺 True Man snapped his eyes open, uttering a remark so exasperating that Dong Gqian nearly choked: 'I'm not stupid! I don't even want to be Grand Marshal!' With that, he swept his sleeve and left. Among them were Qin Feng and the Master of Tongling Sect—why do they even bother to greet you? Who are you, anyway? The returning group traveled together with Ling Miao Sect and Tongling Sect, as Ling'er's level was too low, significantly affecting her ability to control her flying sword, so their pace wasn't very swift. Yet that girl didn't at all feel like she was slowing down the group; instead, she chattered nonstop throughout the journey. Qin Feng flew over from the side and approached her, eyes wide with curiosity. Suddenly, a new figure appeared beside her, and Ling'er jumped in surprise, her feet wobbling as she struggled to steady her flying sword. She then scowled and asked, "Big bad guy Feng, what do you want now?" Qin Feng smiled and said, "I'm quite puzzled—Liantai has been given to you for several days now, yet you haven't made a single improvement. Are you treating it merely as a decoration, never using it during your practice sessions?" "Raising her chin, Ling'er said, 'Of course I've been practicing diligently every day—how could there be no progress?' 'Well, then, why are you flying so slowly? That doesn't make sense,' he smiled with even more amusement. 'Ling'er, who says I'm flying slowly? I can fly quite fast—only afraid you won't keep up!' 'Nonsense!' 'Do you dare look down on me and challenge me to a race?' 'Fine,' Qin said, smiling as he saw her fall for it. 'Now, what would you like me to do if you lose?' 'You say it,' Ling'er replied. 'If I lose, you can have any request—anything you want. But what if *you* lose?' Qin Feng said without hesitation, 'If you lose, you'll have to kiss me—why stand there glaring? The stakes should be clear. If I lose, I'll just kiss you back!' Ling'er didn't pause to fully absorb it, and said carelessly, 'Then it's settled—let's go!' 'No,' the Master of the Spirit Gate quickly interjected. Ling'er still didn't react, fixed her master with a look and said, "How can you be afraid I'll lose? It's impossible! Didn't you forget that I have my own divine artifacts? Rest assured, I won't lose!" The old man, tugging at his hair, replied, "I'm actually afraid you'll win..." "What a master you are! Now, Qin Feng, let's settle this right away. As a girl, I naturally have the advantage and will go ahead—should you catch up to me, then you'll win." Ling'er didn't give her master a chance to speak, and in a flash, she vanished into the crowd. The abbot of Tongling pounded his chest and then stared at Qin Feng with a hungry, almost devouring gaze, clearly signaling: If you dare eat my disciple's lunch, I'll never stop at you. Qin Feng pretended not to notice, chuckling, "That girl flies off like a breeze! I'll have to speed things up—otherwise, I'll truly lose to her!" With that, he too disappeared in a rush. Among all the others, his rank was the highest—no matter how hard the Master of the Spirit Gate tried, he couldn't catch up, let alone his disciple, who had a flying artifact in hand. He regretted deeply, wishing he had kept the artifact for Ling'er. He truly regretted it. Lin Caivé and He Muqing exchanged glances, both expressing a look of helplessness. Based on their experience, Ling'er, so lively and spirited, was surely in for trouble this time—perhaps by the time they saw each other again, the young woman would already be a big sister-in-law. Qin Feng kept accelerating, and only after a while did he finally catch sight of Ling'er ahead. A faint purple energy ripple surrounded Ling'er's body, clearly indicating that her artifact was indeed powerful—no wonder she was the Master's most beloved disciple, as it was unlikely she would have received such a fine artifact otherwise. Upon hearing the rushing wind behind her, Ling'er turned around and immediately emitted a delicate, silver-bell-like laugh: "Qin Feng, you're flying quite well—did you give it your all?" Qin Shaozheng was so deeply focused on his flight that he naturally couldn't speak—any utterance might cause him to plummet from the sky or drastically reduce his speed. Seeing him silent, his younger sister smiled and said, "It seems you're giving it your all. Here's good news—I've only used six-tenths of the power of my法宝, so do you think you can catch up with me?" As she spoke, she accelerated, demonstrating her confidence in the message she had just delivered. Qin Feng watched in growing anxiety as the distance between them widened. Though, regardless of the outcome, he would gain an advantage either way, as a man, he couldn't simply fall short. Therefore, he had to win. Yet, he was already traveling at his maximum speed. To accelerate further, he would need external assistance—yet he lacked a法宝 capable of supporting flight. Just when he was at a loss, he recalled the Small Cauldron, instantly established a mental connection with it, and received a positive response. Although Xiao Ding is not a flying artifact, it does possess a certain degree of flight capability, and currently it's assisting Qin Feng by boosting his speed—this small favor is more than sufficient. So what are we waiting for? Just go ahead and send the signal—otherwise, I'll toss you into the toilet. Initially, Xiao Ding expressed its dissatisfaction, then quietly and diligently helped Qin Shen accelerate. There's no choice—ever since the term "toilet" has become its nemesis, though it has never actually been thrown into one yet. Whoosh… Thanks to Xiao Ding's assistance, Qin Shen's speed has significantly improved, and the distance between them is gradually narrowing.