While reading on phone He Muqing saw Lin Caivé not believing her, so she explained, "Didn't you notice that today, Ling'er's eyes are full of determination to devour her evil husband? She must have realized the benefits of dual cultivation and is eager to strengthen her own abilities!" Lin Beauty nodded and said, "You're absolutely right. Although Ling'er is sometimes clever and perceptive, most of the time she's still that naive young girl—beyond just mischievous, cultivation is probably her only real joy. Now that she's discovered such an excellent method, she'll surely be very enthusiastic!" He Muqing sighed and shook her head, saying, "I'm worried whether Xiao Feng will be drained by this girl!" Lin Beauty laughed, "Impossible. Though he's not made of iron, he's actually stronger than iron. With so many sisters at home, hasn't he managed to handle them all well? How could he be drained just because of Ling'er?" "He Muqing also smiled, saying, 'Yes, I've been overthinking it!' Lin Meiren's mother stepped in and asked, 'What about juicing? Are you planning to make fruit juice? That's a great idea!' The two women exchanged glances and both burst out laughing, while the mother looked completely puzzled. "Qin lightly replied, 'Since it was the first time yesterday, of course we'd gain more benefits—just be content with that. Don't even think about it being just one day's promotion; if it were a month, that would already be incredibly fast!' 'Yes, yes,' the younger sister said proudly, 'I must have stayed focused for a longer time today than yesterday—much better!' He glanced up at the clock swinging wildly on the bedside table and remarked, 'It's already over an hour and a half. It seems today you can manage two hours—indeed, that's a significant improvement over yesterday.' 'Wow! That's wonderful! I knew I could do it—I'm so happy!' 'Hmm, the little one has quite a solid capability,' Qin said, his eyes suddenly widening as he noticed Ling had already closed her eyes and was now softly sleeping. Well, wasn't that fast? He reached out and gently patted her face, saying, 'Did you intentionally do this? Don't make such a joke—we're still in the middle of things!' "Little sister didn't respond at all—she was truly asleep. Qin Shao felt as though ten thousand grass-mud-horses were galloping past him, rushing by without any warning, wailing, wailing. But there was no choice—he had to quickly move around, surrendering on the spot. After a night of deep contemplation, he finally figured out where exactly he had failed. With a fierce cry, he struck one punch against the doorframe: "Qin Feng! You cold-hearted youngster, with just a few words you've completely ruined the great matter entrusted to me by the Master. I will not rest until I settle this!" At that moment, a disciple stepped in from outside, respectfully reporting, "Master, we've investigated and found that Qin Feng took three young ladies along with the Spirit Gate Master to the valley previously occupied by Pao Miler. The Spirit Gate Master left alone this morning!" Dong Qinkuan frowned deeply: "Pao Miler's valley is known for its powerful mist needles—most people simply cannot pass through them!" "Indeed, our team tried several times and couldn't even make it in." The disciple looked up, startled upon seeing the now empty scene. What could have happened? There had once been piles and piles of medicinal herbs and pills—how could they now be completely gone? "Er, I just gathered up the items and wanted to check whether the storage room had gotten damp," Dong Qunkuan offered as an excuse. Honestly, that sounded rather clumsy. After all, this was the storage room of a cultivation sect, housing all those precious items—how could it possibly be damp? It was simply absurd. Though the disciple didn't believe it, he didn't dare show his skepticism, merely smiling and saying, "Master is indeed so thoughtful. Then, what shall we do next? Shall we send someone to keep watch over the valley, reporting immediately as soon as Qin Feng appears?" Dong Qunkuan thought for a moment and replied, "That would only delay things. Instead, I'll go myself. I'll issue my orders: no one shall approach the storage room until I return, or else they'll face strict penalties!" The disciple quickly bowed his head and said, "Understood!" "How could this be called going to resolve the matter personally? It's clearly just avoiding the issue, while at the same time thinking of ways to leverage his senior standing to borrow some herbs and pills from his peers—just to make up for the shortfall. He quickly left the sect and headed toward the valley. In truth, the entire Xiaoyao Sect has already been shadowed by a sense of gloom. Everyone believed the Abbot would eventually assume the position of Grand Alliance Master, and many had even boasted this to their friends. Now, that confidence has been completely undermined. Many could easily imagine the cost that must have been incurred when so many abbots spoke up in defense of Dong Qiankun—what exactly that cost was, though. Everyone seemed to know, yet no one dared to ask. As for the most unfortunate, it was undoubtedly the Lin family." Lin Jiahao had finally managed to push Lin Fenglei off the position of family head, only to find himself knocked flat on his back before he could settle in—reinstated by Lin Fenglei with a single resounding slap. Everyone felt a sense of regret, as Lin Jiahao had been far more generous and prosperous than Lin Fenglei, only to see his hard-won comfort vanish overnight, returning to the state of things before liberation. After a while, the family had finally grown accustomed to Lin Fenglei’s rule, only for him to be struck down in the gathering of the Celestial Immortals, leaving the family without a clear leader—now truly leaderless. The remaining Lin family members, though, remained aware of their limitations and dared not claim to be a gathering of dragons. If this trend continued, the Lin family would not only begin to decline but might eventually be absorbed by other families and sects. While losing their place among the elite might be secondary, the question remained: what would come next in their daily lives?