?Reading on mobile phone Perhaps Qingya will never know throughout her life why she sneezes—because Qin Feng finds her unreliable and has been constantly chattering for a long time. E-book (txt02.com) After settling household matters, Mr. Qin decided to take his young sister, Ling'er, to visit the Spirit-Communicating Sect—either to pay a visit or to go back to her mother's household. Ling'er leapt with excitement upon hearing the news that she would be seeing her master. Actually, Mr. Qin intended to show off at the cultivation sects, regardless of whether his position as Deputy Inspector was officially recognized—he could at least use his prestige to lend authority. ... The XIAOYAO Sect has not only placed green hats on Dong Kuangqin's several concubines, but also on several others who have passed away. And the ones who have worn the hats are none other than the Sect's Supreme True Master himself. The ever-young master lives on a feast of fine meals every day, constantly demanding that his disciples and granddisciples seek herbs to enhance vitality, in order to fulfill his special need of engaging in nightly duels with several women each evening. When one's dignity and humanity are completely eroded, one is no longer human at all. Today's peak immortals are no exception—under the guise of caring for their younger relatives' widows, they indulge in rampant infidelities within the Xiaoyao Sect, and even show signs of taking living wives as secondary consorts. In response, Dai Jun has demonstrated exceptional initiative, symbolizing his absolute loyalty to the elder by presenting his most beautiful wife to the elder. This is, in essence, a personal act of wearing a green hat—yet the elder sees it not as a loss, but as a great honor. Faces of the Xiaoyao Sect members now carry a subtle green hue. No one could have imagined that the venerable elder, who had remained secluded in meditation for three centuries, would emerge so indulgent and unrestrained—how did he manage to endure those three hundred years? It's no surprise that good people find it easy to grow bad, while bad people struggle to become good—there are indeed some truly accomplished ones who actively embrace deterioration. What's truly embarrassing is this: if you're good at bed, that's acceptable. After all, who among the cultivators doesn't have three or four women in their life? Yet your performance in the bedroom clearly falls short—yet you still hold onto so many beautiful women, which is quite ungenerous. At peak cultivation level, a true master's combat endurance is limited—typically no more than twenty minutes, and this duration is independent of the number of women he's with. Whether it's one, two, three, five, or eight women, the duration remains fifteen minutes. That's why he has his disciples gather herbs that strengthen vitality and consume them regularly—just a few bowls of such herbs can extend his combat endurance by three to five minutes. Someone has raised a complaint to Dai Jun: "The elder has been out for such a long time now—why hasn't he gone after the former gate master to avenge his passing? Every day he stays within the gate, never stepping out—doesn't that sound just like someone cherishing their own broomstick?" "Dai Jun stiffened his expression: "Our ancestor has lived a life of simplicity and restraint for over three hundred years. It's only now that he's finally returned to this bustling, vibrant world. How could we expect him to enjoy himself without giving him a chance to truly play? Don't worry—once he's had his fill, he'll surely step in on our behalf!" The man sighed and turned to leave. "Hehe, that's right—of course, the most talented one is my little beautiful wife, Ling'er." Qin Shao leaned in and kissed her on the face, smiling brightly. "I wonder if your master is still conscious or has been drinking—he's been drinking twenty jars of Zui Xian Wine the last time, enough for him to enjoy for quite a while!" "Your meaning is, my master has been living in constant drunkenness these days?" "Most likely," Qin Shao said with great conviction, then raised his voice and shouted, "Senior Tongling, I'm taking Ling'er back to my mother's house—come out and welcome us!" The scene became a complete mess. Ling'er blushed and punched him in the chest: "Such a bad husband! You can't just stay calm—you have to shout so loudly, making the senior brothers hear it, which is terribly awkward!" "Hehe, I did it on purpose," he admitted, revealing his true feelings without hiding them. The senior master soon appeared below them, looking up and calling, "Little sister has returned, and Xiao Feng has come too—what a pity, Master has been suffering from a lingering hangover and hasn't fully woken up "Lin nearly fell off the flying sword, glaring angrily at the culprit. Qin, looking utterly helpless, said, 'Can I be blamed for this? If I'd known it would turn out this way, I never should have given my master the wine of the Drunk Immortal. How about this—to make amends, I'll go down there, wake him up with a kick, and then take back all the remaining wine. If he refuses to cooperate, I'll beat him until he does!' Lin, in a soft, firm voice, replied, 'You dare? My master is no ordinary person—how can you possibly ask for things back that he's given to you?' Isn't it true that women are supposed to be outgoing, independent, and no longer dependent on their parents after marriage? Then why is this girl so fiercely defending the Master of the Spirit-Communicating Sect? Well, after all, this is still her home base. If she speaks too favorably of her husband's family, how would her elder brothers feel? As they descend, Lin's very first words are: 'Master Brother, does my master drink heavily every day?' " "Master Brother solemnly declared, 'It's not every day—usually four times every five days, or six times every seven days. This is the ninth time in the past ten days. Moreover, Master always drinks only a moderate amount, about three jin each time!' Ling'er exclaimed, 'Three jin isn't much!' 'It's not much, at least,' Master Brother said with a look of helplessness, 'after he finishes drinking, no one can steal even a single drop from his cup. We've tried our best—every brother has exerted every effort—but still haven't managed to taste the flavor of the Wine of the Drunk Immortal. Even now, we haven't succeeded!' Qin Shao smiled cheerfully, 'Given his drinking pace, he'll finish the twenty jars in no time. Once that happens, life will surely become difficult—other wines will simply taste like plain water!' Ling'er immediately turned to look at him. He realized something was wrong and quickly said, "I'd like to declare that our own reserves are dwindling—there's no way we can keep supplying your master indefinitely. Even if we give him everything, there will come a day when he drinks it all dry. What then?" His little sister shook her head, fists clenched, saying, "Brother, go wake up your master and start cutting back on his wine from today on!" Qin, rather unseasonably, added, "I think it'll be difficult—he'll certainly find an excuse, saying that with us both here, he simply can't do without a fine meal and a good drink. Don't you believe me? Then just wait and see."