Ling'er felt exceptionally delighted. Though she was well aware that, compared to Qin Feng, her strength wasn't merely a little behind—it was several tiers short—still, being able to outpace him in flight speed was a source of great joy. Even with the aid of her magical artifacts, she remained happy. Her eagerness to win had caused her to overlook the very nature of the bet; in fact, with a little calm reflection, she would have realized it was a trap. Qin Feng himself hadn't anticipated how easily Ling'er would fall for it, especially considering there were so many others present besides her. Unfortunately, the young girl was so determined to win that she hadn't given her master the chance to explain it thoroughly. A gust of wind once again blew from behind, prompting her to turn and look back with some doubt, wondering if perhaps the villain had caught up. It seemed impossible. Yet what she saw was unmistakably Qin's face, now smiling faintly, and steadily closing the distance between them. "How could this be? You deliberately deceived me just now, didn't you, big bad Feng brother? I didn't realize you had been relying on external help all along. Well, even then, you still can't catch up with me—so I'll give it my all!" She then demonstrated the full potential speed of her法宝. Once again, Qin, the young lord, watched helplessly as the girl vanished like a streak of wind. "By the heavens, what exactly is her法宝? How does it possess such extraordinary capabilities?" He found it utterly incomprehensible. After all, he himself was already a master of the Kui Tian stage, and with Xiao Ding's assistance, he still couldn't keep up with a lower-ranked young woman relying solely on her法宝—this would surely make people laugh out loud. "You're always looking at the ceiling, aren't you? Didn't you see the girl disappear completely?... Well, perhaps you don't have eyes at all." "He changed his mind and said, 'Give it your all—what? You've never drunk milk, have you? Well, then, just do your absolute best to chase after me. This is crucial—your chance at becoming a lady-in-waiting, after all. You can't hide it or hold back. Chase me!' *Swoosh*—Little Ding truly put forth every ounce of strength, even though it might never have experienced the sensation of drinking milk in its entire life. Ling'er flew on, glancing back, and the distance between them gradually narrowed. Her heart grew increasingly anxious. In truth, Qin Feng couldn't catch up. When the gap reached about thirty meters, they settled into a stalemate—Ling'er couldn't shake him off, and Qin Feng couldn't make any real progress. Unconsciously, they had left behind the Spirit-Channel Master, Lin Caiwei, and He Muqing by over a hundred kilometers." Seeing that he truly couldn't catch up, Qin Shao couldn't help but resort to his last-resort moves. A flash of inspiration struck him, and he shouted loudly, "Ling'er, it seems I've lost now. Do you remember our original bet? What exactly do I have to do if I lose? I can't seem to recall—it's all coming back to me now, hahaha!" Upon hearing this, Ling'er thought he was trying to back out. She turned and said, "Big bad guy, Fengge, if you don't keep your word, I'll never let you off. You're clearly doing this on purpose. I remember clearly—when I lose, I'll kiss you; when *you* lose, you'll kiss me… ah!" Only then did the young girl realize that no matter what, she was coming out on the short end—was she being played? "Hahaha, Ling'er remembers so clearly! Very well, then—I admit defeat. Just let me kiss you." He gave her a mischievous smile. "Never! You big bad guy! You deliberately set a trap for me. I… I… ah!" "Li Ning grew excited and lost control of her法宝, compounded by her high speed—any slight deviation would significantly affect her trajectory. Her body tilted and she plunged straight down toward the ground. 'How could this have happened? Help! Help!' As she grew more panicked, the harder it became to regain control of her法宝. To say that the earlier mishap had been minor would now be a stretch—she was truly in a state of chaos. Qin Shao saw this and knew he had to act. Though she was a cultivator and wouldn't necessarily be crushed upon impact, she would certainly be dazed and disoriented—this was the moment for heroic rescue. He'd do his best. Suddenly accelerating, Qin Shao precisely assessed her descent path. He reached a certain point, then spread his arms wide—Li Ning landed perfectly into his arms. Under the powerful force, both of them continued to fall. Qin Shao firmly pressed his feet against the flying sword, using both hands to push upward, striving to counteract the downward momentum. But in the end, both of them landed rather miserably on the grass. Pffft... As a man, of course one should generously serve as a cushion—Qin Shao did just that. "Waaah! I'm dead! It hurts so much!" Ling'er lay on the cushion, lifting her head with a wan, miserable expression and saying, "It hurts so badly! Oh, what's this down below? It looks so familiar!" Qin Shao replied in an even more pitiful tone, "Thank you so much. Finally, I've found you!" "When did you arrive down there? I didn't know!" the younger sister tilted her head. Go figure—just now, who was clutching onto him like a lifeline? "Who wins this, then? You or me?" the younger sister finally asked the right question. Qin Shao didn't bother to argue about their earlier exchange, merely straightened his face and said, "You tell me. I'm beneath you, which means I arrived before you!" "But at the beginning, it was me who won, didn't it?" Ling'er had her own opinion. Qin Shao was about to object, thinking that no matter who won or lost, it was all his brother’s advantage—why bother being so particular. He gave a light chuckle and said, "Alright, let's start with you winning. Then later, I'll win. That way, since I lose first, I'll get to kiss you first, and when you lose, you'll have to kiss me!" Ling Er nodded thoughtfully, saying, "That's quite fair... but wait, then wouldn't I be at a disadvantage? Hmmmm..." Before she could finish her sentence, Qin Feng's lips covered hers, their four sets of lips meeting. With practiced ease, Qin Shao extended his tongue and began to chase the lively, playful little tongue within his younger sister's delicate mouth. Ling Er's mind went completely blank. Though she had grown up alongside her elder brothers, she had never experienced such close physical contact with a man before. This was indeed her first kiss—so she instantly became bewildered, her limbs stiff and her hands helpless. For Qin Shao, this was a rare and golden opportunity. He immediately seized Ling'er's delicate tongue and lavished kisses upon it. Of course, his hands weren't idle—one hand gently wandered over her back, eventually reaching the most prominent area, where he firmly squeezed; the other hand, in a more mysterious manner, slipped unnoticed into her clothes and soon claimed the small, graceful mound on her right side.