?Mobile reading If the rank difference weren't so vast, the Spirit-Channeling Master would have personally crushed Qin Feng to eliminate any potential threat. Now, however, despite the endless threat posed by this situation, he finds it incredibly difficult to make any changes—could it be that his beloved young disciple truly ends up falling victim to Qin Feng's hands? Just like those fathers when their daughters get engaged, they feel as though they've painstakingly cultivated a whole season of cabbage only to have it trampled upon by a pig. Even more so, the Spirit-Channeling elder knows that Qin Feng is a well-known ladies' man, with far more than just He Muqing and Lin Caivie among his female companions. He absolutely couldn't bear to push Ling'er into the fire, so he gently declined Qin Feng's proposal, saying, "Our Tongling Sect's location is truly not very favorable—indeed, it's rather barren, with neither the mountain nor the water showing any vitality. If you establish the Lingmiao Sect right beside us, wouldn't that be a great loss? Moreover, I truly don't have any spare space on my side anymore..." Ling'er suddenly interjected, "Master, we do have space—the back mountain has been empty all along!" The Tongling Abbot blushed deeply, realizing how easily he could be undermined—how could his young apprentice have so boldly leaned on her own strength? In truth, he had misunderstood Ling'er. She hadn't been thinking of Qin Feng at all, but rather of wanting to live closer to her two elder sisters. The abbot had indeed misjudged the situation. "Coughing, coughing," he said, trying to mask his embarrassment, and smiled, "The back mountain's environment is even worse—how could anyone live there? Qin Feng, I truly believe you should consider another location. This is all for your benefit—I hope you can understand." Qin nodded slightly with a touch of disappointment, but immediately added, "How about this—let me choose a different location. Why don't we visit the commanders as guests, stay for a few days, and then leave? Won't the elders be delighted to have us?" The old man thought he might just strangle him this time, and smiled politely, "Our gatherings are modest, for fear of spoiling the guests' experience. Besides, we plan to retreat and meditate right after returning—fear we might overlook our guests!" Qin Feng couldn't miss the real meaning behind those words. Usually, by this point, the other party would simply fall silent. Otherwise, the situation would grow even more awkward. Yet Qin, the young lord, was anything but willing to give in. This was a man who never surrendered until his goal was achieved—what small obstacle could possibly stop such a determined friend? He chuckled, "Then how about this—let me invite you to visit my mountain retreat. It's the valley once owned by the Plump Maitreya. The scenery is truly magnificent. I've already transformed it into a resort!" Ling's eyes lit up—she especially loved exploring beautiful landscapes. The old man shook his head. "No, we truly must return to meditate and refine ourselves!" "Master..." the young apprentice looked pleading. The old man glared at her, drawing upon his masterly dignity, and spoke with unwavering conviction: "Meditation comes first!" Qin Feng sighed with mild disappointment, casually saying, "That's a pity. I'd have loved to invite you for several more banquets of the Drunk Immortal Wine. There are quite a few stored in that monk's quarters—quite a few I've already discovered!" "The Drunk Immortal Wine—this matter, we can certainly revisit..." The old man's serious demeanor vanished entirely. In truth, he was already silently criticizing himself: how could he, after all, give up such a principle over just a few jars of wine? How utterly unheroic! Yet, compared to principle and the Drunk Immortal Wine, he had chosen, without hesitation, the finest wine—let principle go to the devil! Ling was delighted, clapping her hands. "Excellent! Excellent! We can go on a vacation! What a joy! Sisters, once we reach the valley, shall we go out and explore together?" "Of course," He Muqing glanced at Qin Feng with a thoughtful expression, inwardly thinking: Little sister, you're probably going to be too busy to go out and enjoy yourself once your master is drunk—will Qin, the young lord, let you idle around? Lin Beauty didn't think much about it. She hadn't seen her mother in a while, and this was a perfect opportunity to visit her. The Gate Master of the Spirit Gate soon made a decision that he himself found deeply regrettable—he ordered all disciples except Ling'er to return to the temple on their own. Not only did he deny them the chance to taste the fine wine, but he also threatened them that anyone who hadn't entered meditation upon his return would surely perish. This very humane arrangement, Qin the young lord found entirely agreeable, and even quite enthusiastic—he welcomed the departure of a few "light bulbs." The five of them soon arrived at the valley. Lin Caivé was already thoroughly familiar with the mechanisms hidden within the mist, and without needing any guidance from Qin Feng, she smoothly led the group through. Of course, as passive observers, the spirit gate master and Ling'er couldn't detect any signs at all. When the mist cleared and revealed a breathtaking view, Ling'er couldn't help but exclaim joyously, much like a happy bird rushing toward the beautiful scenery before her. Lin Mei's mother was exceptionally warm-hearted, personally preparing a variety of delicious dishes. Qin Feng and the old man had already started drinking. In fact, for those who truly appreciate fine wine, even without a meal, they could still enjoy themselves immensely. The old man was a practical person—while true cultivators could easily digest alcohol quickly, he never did. He believed that if he did, then what would be the point of drinking at all. Especially when it came to genuine fine wines, he felt that drinking should be an experience, not just a matter of routine. To knock the old man out, Qin Shao generously brought out a large cask of Zui Xian wine and even offered that anyone who didn't finish it could take it home with them. Outside, by the clear stream, the six snow-white feet of the three young women were submerged in the water, creating a breathtaking scene against the surrounding green mountains and clear waters. Ling er spread her arms, leaned back, and rested against Lin Caivi’s shoulder, speaking in a dreamy tone: "This place is truly wonderful—so beautiful that I don’t want to leave. All along, I’ve thought our Tongling Sect had a great environment. Now that I compare it, our place seems like a chicken coop. That’s why Master has always been against the bad guy, Feng Ge, establishing the Lingmiao Sect right next to us!" Lin, the beautiful woman, smiled and said: "Stay here a little longer, then—why not move in and live here?" "I’d love to, but Master will certainly not agree," the younger sister replied, shrugging. "He’s afraid I’ll be taken advantage of by the big bad guy!" It must be said that this girl has regained her sharp intelligence at this very moment. He Muqing interjected, "You've already been treated unfairly—what more could your master worry about? Don't you feel it's time for you to get more involved with the world around you? Don't you think it's time to step out of your master's shadow?" Her younger sister, lounging comfortably with her eyes closed, replied, "Ladies, now I truly believe that the so-called bad boy, Feng, is actually a good person. Otherwise, how could such accomplished girls as you possibly speak up for him, let alone help him win over new admirers? To make me stay, all he needs to do is serve my master enough Zuixian wine!"