?Mobile reading Indeed, when faced with his precious disciple and twenty jars of ZuiXian wine, the Gate Master proved quite unprincipled. Actually, he had already condemned himself in his heart a full ten thousand times, cursing his lack of principle for selling his disciple so easily. Yet, upon reflection, he realized there was truly no better alternative—Ling'er had already been treated unfairly by Qin Feng. Even if he forcibly took her away, what could he possibly do? Since the rice had already been cooked into porridge, regret was inevitable. The twenty jars of wine somewhat soothed the old man's lingering resentment. Especially when Qin Feng seemed ready to reclaim the wine, the old man grew genuinely anxious—imagine ending up with nothing at all, wouldn't that be even more tragic? Thus, he now appears quite ungraceful, clutching one wine jar firmly, as if ready to fight anyone who dares to refuse. The young girl, Ling'er, looked at Qin Feng with a cheerful expression and said in a sweet voice, "Your bad-tempered husband truly knows how to handle things—just one simple move of 'intentionally holding back,' and now Master has absolutely no choice but to yield!" Hearing her praise, the elder blushed slightly, though he still held firmly onto the jar. Qin Feng smiled and said, "Senior, no one is competing with you—why don't you just place it into your storage amulet if you're truly worried?" "Of course!" The elder waved his hand, and twenty jars flew one after another into the amulet. Then, with a show of dramatic flair, he declared, "Young man, if I ever find out you treat Ling'er poorly, I'll make you suffer no matter what—it's even if I give up my life!" Qin Shao quickly replied, "How could I ever do that? I'll certainly make Ling'er the happiest person in the world. Please rest assured—when we have time, we'll visit you at the Tongling Sect. Don't be surprised when we come!" "What do you want, exactly? To make Ling'er pregnant?" the elder narrowed his eyes. Ling'er pouted and scolded, "Master, what are you talking about!" Qin Xiao felt a bit embarrassed, rubbing his nose. This old man really had a way of imagining things—making his precious disciple's belly grow bigger, and what benefit did that bring him? He sighed, shaking his head, "I mean, don't be surprised by Ling'er's rapid advancement—there's absolutely no ulterior motive!" The old man blushed, huffed, "Then if you don't clarify your points, you really do look up to yourself! In just one night, Ling'er has advanced three levels. It seems the benefits of dual cultivation are truly substantial!" "Of course," Qin Xiao thought. From now on, Ling'er could train alongside the other sisters, harnessing the immense energy of the lotus blooms. That way, they'd avoid the pitfalls of rushing too quickly and instead make steady progress, step by step. The old man glanced at the valley and said, "In fact, Qin Xiao-young, choosing to establish the Lingmiao Sect here is a very good decision. As a cultivator, you should focus primarily on your cultivation journey. The mundane affairs of the worldly society—those you can manage with minimal involvement, that's best. Do you understand what I mean?" Although Qin Feng didn't fully agree with this viewpoint, he nodded respectfully and said, "I understand!" In his view, how could one achieve transcendence without engaging with worldly matters? Relying solely on isolation would surely lead to poor results. Clearly, the old man was satisfied with his attitude and smiled warmly, saying, "That's good. Now I formally hand over Ling'er to you. I hope you will live up to your promise. I must be going now. Does Ling'er have anything she'd like to say to her master?" "Master, take good care of yourself," Ling'er said softly. The old man waited for her to continue, but Ling'er seemed unwilling to add anything. He gave her a sharp look, "Only that?" "Yes, isn't it rather excessive to go on about all these formalities?" Ling'er blinked her large eyes, thinking only about when the bed battle would actually begin. "Oh, what a shame—women grow up and outgrow their parents' patience!" The old man looked deeply disappointed and turned to leave. Ling'er didn't show a single trace of sadness; instead, she tugged at Qin Shao's sleeve and whispered softly, "Big bad husband, when shall we begin?" Qin Shao was taken aback. "When shall we begin?" "In two hours!" "Ah, it's daytime now, and it's morning—can't we start right now?" Qin Shao was beginning to lose his composure. Though his brother was used to having intimate moments during the day, he hadn't been quite so callous before. "What's wrong with daytime? What's wrong with morning? Can't we start then?" the young apprentice asked, pouting. "Of course..." He had just spoken the first two words when he noticed the head of the Spirit Gate returning, puzzled, and asked, "Did you forget something?" "The old man's face turned green. He huffed, "I can't find my way out—aren't you deliberately leaving me behind, not offering to show me the way yourself?" Qin Shao smiled, "I absolutely didn't mean to do that. Let me show you the way out—Ling'er will come too!" Ling'er, whose carefully laid plans for her bed battle had just been ruined by her master, sighed reluctantly, "Honestly, how could we not even find the path? Master, you're so clumsy!" The head of Tongling Sect stumbled slightly, nearly tripping and falling flat on his face—this wasn't just the case of 'young women outgrowing their elders'; it was downright elbow-to-the-wall behavior, as if having a husband meant forgetting one's master entirely. The old man regretted deeply. If only he had known this would happen, he never should have invited Ling'er to attend the Gathering of the Immortal Deities. Now, he was truly in for a major loss. The two ahead led the way, while the old man trailed behind, looking rather melancholy, so much so that he couldn't even remember how he had managed to step out of the misty He had intended to give Qin Feng a few more reminders, but seeing the growing disdain on his precious disciple’s face, he sighed and simply stepped onto his flying sword, heading off. Qin, the less-than-esteemed, watched Ling'er with a bright smile and said, "Let's begin right now!" "Yes, yes," the younger sister nodded vigorously, as if a chicken were pecking at rice, clearly eager. Qin Feng laughed even more, for he hadn't expected the seemingly refined and spirited Ling'er to be so enthusiastic about making love—after all, she had always been such a pure, gentle girl. A flash of movement, and they were both inside the small cauldron. The sturdy steel bed immediately emitted a series of creaking sounds, blending harmoniously with Ling'er's high-pitched cries into an unusual melody. In the valley, Lin Caivi and He Muqing were helping their mother harvest vegetables, chatting and laughing. Suddenly, Lin, the beautiful one, asked, "Where's Feng? I thought he went out to deliver a message to the Master of the Spirit Gate a while ago. How come he hasn't returned yet?" "Yes, aren't they performing the 'Eighteen Scenes of Farewell'?" Hei Leader also found it strange, frowning slightly: "Have those two gone off to the small steaming cauldron, flipping and turning in passion again? Today's Ling'er has given me a very odd impression!" "What kind of impression?" Lin Beauty expressed keen interest. Hei Muqing set down the greens she was holding, speaking seriously: "She's a 'desire-driven' woman!" "What?"