The dishes were indeed quite abundant, mainly because everyone had heard that there was an opportunity to taste the "Drunk Immortal Wine" brought by the new son-in-law, and thus became highly enthusiastic, actively bringing out their long-stored, cherished ingredients that they had previously been reluctant to consume. Everyone's faces shone with joy, except the Master of the Spirit-Channel Sect, whose expression was rather displeased. Besides being annoyed that Qin Feng had outmaneuvered him, what else could he say? After all, it was just the "Drunk Immortal Wine"—why were his disciples so excited, so embarrassed? To address this, he specifically instituted a rule: during the drinking sessions, he himself would serve as the "Wine Commander," ensuring no one became truly drunk—especially women, who were only allowed to reach a state of five-tenths drunkenness, no more. Any further drinking would be detrimental to their health and, consequently, to the future of the sect. As for the leftover wine, of course, he would generously claim it for himself. With over sixty guests, six tables were set up—this level of opulence, in the context of the realm that values simplicity and restraint, was truly a rare event, At one table, the meal was the most elaborate—clearly prepared especially for the new son-in-law. Besides Qin Feng and Ling'er, every guest seated there was a prominent figure from the Tongling Sect. Even before the official dining hour, everyone had already arrived. Master Xiang warmly invited the two guests to sit down and smiled, saying, "Little Feng, you're a distinguished guest with our Tongling Sect. Don't hesitate—just enjoy whatever you like. Don't let everyone's heartfelt intentions go to waste!" "Rest assured," Qin Shao replied politely. But Ling immediately added, "That's exactly how Feng behaves!" Wow, with just those words, Qin Shao had truly been left with no room for pretense—how often do you hear your husband praised this way? Even if he truly is that kind of person, wouldn't you at least give him a little recognition in front of a group of brothers? Truly, he's being most generous. The Master of Tongling Sect, a bit pained, lifted the large cask and carefully poured each of the dozen wine jugs to the brim. Indeed, it was no easy feat—such a large cask, such small jugs, yet not a single drop spilled. He was absolutely a master of his craft. The dozen wine jugs were quickly devoured by the disciples, and he felt even more pained, yet was embarrassed to show it, offering a smile and saying, "Today is Master Qin Feng's first visit to our Tongling Sect. Let's all raise our cups to him. There's one thing I must emphasize—please do what you can, and don't hesitate to drink even if the wine is good. If you're too reserved, that would be unfortunate!" Everyone ignored his words and stood up together to raise their cups. Ling'er was thrilled—being Qin Feng's wife, everyone's respect for Qin Feng naturally extended to her. Everyone drank deeply, even the children who hadn't yet grown into adults. This made the Abbot of Tongling even more uncomfortable: "How can you be so unrestrained? Can't you show a little restraint, drink a little less, and leave some for the master?" It seemed clear that these people were determined to finish the entire keg. Then he would simply have to drink more himself. Even Qin Feng himself hadn't expected that such a modest bottle of Zui Xian wine could spark such enthusiasm among everyone—how generous! After all, the Master of Tongling had been so stingy, returning with twenty bottles yet refusing to let anyone taste a single drop. The more he held back, the more the others believed it was a fine wine. Finally seizing this rare opportunity, they all eagerly poured themselves into the glasses. After three rounds of drinking, the real competition began—how fast each person could act. As the Master of Tongling, being closest to the wine, he drank cup after cup, regardless of whether anyone was raising a toast to him. He remained remarkably generous throughout. By the time the banquet had reached its halfway point, the old man had already become quite tipsy. His eldest disciple had kept a close eye on him, watching as he began to sink beneath the table, and with a look of helpless resignation, remarked, "Since the beginning, he's already had over forty cups—nearly eight jin of wine!" Qin Shao blinked, eyes wide: "How come he drinks so quickly? No one has even offered him a toast!" "Brother Zhen's face sagged: 'As long as I drink quickly, no one can stop me. You two, Ling'er, keep eating. I'll take the old master back first—ah!' It's clear from his expression of helplessness that he harbors resentment and even contempt toward his master. Ling'er asked with concern, 'Will Master be all right?' 'Don't worry,' Brother Zhen reassured, 'he's already mastered it. Even if another eight jin comes along, there'll be no problem.' Before he left, he glanced back at the wine jar—his younger brothers and sisters were devouring it like wolves and tigers, and by the time he returned, the jar would surely be empty. Qin Feng noticed his concern and whispered, 'I'll secretly bring you a few jin soon—don't worry!' Brother Zhen was nearly on his knees in gratitude, saying, 'Thank you, Xiao Feng—no, thank you, brother-in-law! Whoever dares to say you're not my brother-in-law, I'll beat them senseless until even my mother doesn't recognize them!' Ling'er looked utterly baffled. How could it be that all the people she had cherished for so many years—people she deeply admired—could be brought down by a single bottle of wine? Qin Feng reached out, gently cradling her slender waist, and smiled warmly, saying, "Don't worry. As far as I know, few cultivators can withstand the Zui Xian Wine. Their reactions are quite understandable!" Ling'er nodded, but it was clear she felt deeply unsettled. After all, she had always been the most beloved person in the sect—now, that position had quietly been taken over by Qin, the young master, without a single word of fanfare. With the eldest brother setting the tone, the other senior brothers began calling him "my brother-in-law" with such warmth and familiarity. There was no way around it—his women around him were all so delicate and charming, often displaying an insatiable appetite, and every time he saw them adopt that expression, he felt compelled to serve them wholeheartedly. As soon as he stepped out of the room, Dai Jun approached respectfully, saying, "Master Peak Elder, do you have any further instructions? I'll do my best to ensure your complete satisfaction!" The ever-young elder huffed, "I'm quite satisfied, though I find myself a bit bored!" Of course—how could anyone endure daily attention from their children and grandchildren? He smiled warmly, "Why don't I take you out and find some entertainment, while at the same time settling the scores we've long carried against the Xiaoxiao Sect?"