Drowsy and slightly blurry-eyed, the spiritual gate master stepped out of the room and immediately sparkled upon seeing Ling and Qin Feng. Ling, however, felt that her master had only shown such enthusiasm after seeing Qin Feng, which made her feel rather disappointed—after all, she was his most beloved disciple. The gate master immediately grasped Qin Feng’s hand, excitedly saying, “Qin Feng, you’ve come! That’s wonderful! Didn’t you know—I think of you every single day!” “Really?” Qin, the young noble, asked with a thoughtful tone, thinking perhaps he only thought of Qin Feng when they drank together. Ling’s face grew a bit embarrassed. It was always said that a mother-in-law finds her daughter-in-law more charming with time, yet this person was clearly just her father-in-law at best. “Of course,” the gate master insisted firmly, “Qin Feng, you’re such a rare guest! My eldest will immediately prepare a banquet to welcome you—today, we won’t let you leave until you’re completely drunk!” "Lin'er's face was turning green. She had to admit that Qin Feng was absolutely right. She quickly interjected, "Master, let's just have a simple reception—after all, we're not strangers, so why go through such formalities?" The Master's expression tightened, and he said seriously, "That simply won't do. This is the first time Xiao Feng has come to our door as a guest. We must make it truly generous—otherwise, people will think I lack etiquette. No more talk—let's settle it that way!" Hearing the Master's firm decision, Lin'er felt utterly defeated. But the one who felt truly crushed was Qin the Young Lord. He had just heard the Master say, "Xiao Feng, my special Zui Xian wine is running low. Would you mind bringing a few bottles out for dinner? It's not that I'm stingy—my twenty barrels simply can't stand the drinking!" The Young Lord's face turned completely green. "I must object, Master," he said. "This is just not right. As a guest, shouldn't I be expected to bring my own wine when I come to dine?" "Hehe, I never treated you like a guest—we're family, there's no need for formality!" The old man's expression was quite impolite. Man, it seems like he's been had. He sheepishly said, "Alright, you provide the dishes and I'll handle the wine—but first, let me make it clear: each person can have no more than one and a half jin. Anything over that and we'll risk getting drunk, which is bad for the body." The old man didn't seem at all offended. He smiled warmly and said, "No problem. One and a half jin per person. Our Tongling Sect has a total of sixty-seven members—how many do you think you'll need to contribute?" Qin Shao was nearly ready to give up: "The Tongling Sect has sixty-seven people—I've never heard of them!" "The elders, the young, and everyone in between—there are indeed around sixty-seven," the old man said with a mischievous smile. "Of course, only twenty-one of them are cultivators. The rest are family members. Xiao Feng—you're our Sect's in-law, a first-time visitor, surely you won't be too stingy Qin Sha hummed, "Master, are you certain everyone can drink half a jin each?" The elder didn't hesitate, "If someone can't drink it, you can settle the difference in cash, or simply hand me all the wine—I'll distribute it myself!" Good heavens, even Master's face turned green. With the wine now in your hands, no one else will get a drop. Qin Feng wasn't giving him any face, saying, "Master, that won't work. I can only provide each cultivator with half a jin—twenty-one people means thirty-one and a half jin. A large cask holds fifty jin, so I'll give you half of it. As for how to divide it, you'll have to decide yourself!" Master's face went completely green. He handed the wine to his master, and his brothers-in-training would get absolutely nothing. The elder raised an eyebrow, "A large cask!" "Yes," Qin Sha said with a tone that could kill, "the one you originally received was a smaller cask of ten jin. There was also a large cask of fifty jin!" "This time, it's the Master of the Spirit Gate who turns green. He grabs Qin Feng by the collar, shouting, 'Back then, why didn't you serve me a large cask instead of settling for a small one? You're not even honest!' 'You never raised any objections either, and you looked like you'd just made a solid profit from the deal!' 'Hmm.' Only then does the Master realize he's been outplayed—now he understands why every time he opens a cask, it always feels like it's been re-fermented. Lingjia can't help but laugh softly, whether at her master or her husband now hardly matters. The old man, still holding his ground, insists, 'No, you must bring a large cask. Though others aren't cultivators, they'd certainly benefit from tasting the flavor of Zui Xian Wine. As the son-in-law of our Spirit Sect, you're making your first visit—how could you be so stingy?' Qin, the young noble, is completely defeated, and nods, 'Alright, one cask it is. Here you go!' The Master of Tonglin immediately beamed with satisfaction, as if he had secured a huge advantage for himself. But Qin Shao's next remark sent him into a frenzy. Qin Feng had said: "Since this is wine for everyone, let all of them join us at the table. Then I'll serve the Zui Xian wine, and we'll all drink it together!" The old man's face turned from green to black. Just as he was about to object, his senior disciple stepped in and agreed: "That's wonderful! I'll go right away and inform everyone, so they can be ready to enjoy the fine wine brought by the new son-in-law!" The old man's carefully laid plans were completely undone, and Ling laughed freely and uproariously, until her stomach ached from laughter. The Master of Tonglin's scheme fell apart, and he shuffled off, muttering under his breath: "I've lost big—didn't even get the wine, and now I've also paid for a full meal! I'm speechless!" Qin Shao stared at the old man's retreating figure, thinking: "How incredibly straightforward he is! He doesn't even wait to reap the benefits before he turns on me." Ling'er smiled and said, "Well, it's you who finally won this time, hahaha!" He scowled, "Did I really win? I still had to bring out a whole keg of Zui Xian Wine—something truly irreplaceable, don't you think? I was planning to use it to honor even more of my mother-in-law's families. Now, thanks to your master, I've lost another keg!" "Other mother-in-laws," Xiao Shishimei immediately perked up, huffing, "Are you still planning to court other girls? Don't deny it—your sisters-in-law and your parents' families have already been settled. Will you really bring out the Zui Xian Wine for that?" "You're overthinking it," he insisted, his expression now shifting toward Li Xiaohui. "Really?" Ling'er wasn't convinced. "I swear on my personal integrity—I truly believe you're overthinking it," he said with a serious face, which was enough to convince ordinary people. "Such a bad husband—you still have integrity!" "This is a statement delivered with infinite disdain—though not particularly pleasant, it is absolutely correct." "Huh...," Qin Shao stood speechless, utterly overwhelmed.