?Reading on mobile phone Although Qin Feng insisted he wasn't trying to gain an advantage, Qingya still maintained a suspicious expression. Eight Zero E-book Qin Shao had already been quite helpless, and just then the beautiful Inspector added, "I'm warning you—don't have any hidden plans, or I'll definitely give you a beating!" He immediately raised his right fist and swore, "I absolutely won't take advantage of you. Even if you let me take advantage, I won't. That settles it. If I were to take advantage of you, I'd be your grandson!" "Hmph, that's better," she murmured, but soon realized her words were off and sharply replied, "What do you mean I'm letting you take advantage of me, or that I'm your grandson? You're still trying to take advantage of me!" "Me? That's exactly what I'm trying to do!" "Uh—" The two arrived at the cottage. Under his persistent appeals, Seiya finally agreed to change into a simple woman's attire, while he himself transformed into a hybrid of a fisherman and a farmer. Soon, the chimney of the cottage began to emit wisps of smoke, and the aroma of stewed meat filled the air. Inside, Seiya watched him happily preparing the meal and couldn't help asking, "What exactly do you want? Surely you're planning to serve a sumptuous dinner to the peak-level master, right? I suspect he won't appreciate it at all—he might even kill you!" He nodded, took one of the three small porcelain bottles, poured the white powder into the wok, stirred it a few times with a spatula, then removed it and placed it on the plate. Each dish was prepared in the same manner. Qingya's eyes fell on a rolled-up blanket, which at first glance truly resembled a baby's cradle; she couldn't help murmuring softly, "It's one thing to have a pretend couple—how about a pretend baby? What on earth is going on?" Soon, a rich and abundant dinner was ready. Qin was about to say something when suddenly Qingya's ears perked up. "He's out," she said, her expression serious. "Well then, let's begin—what a timely arrival for that eternal life-giver!" When a person is submerged in water, their breath is well concealed; once they break the surface, they are immediately visible. As Qingya is at the same peak level as a True Master, she can detect this quickly. At a certain spot on the large lake, a head emerged, shy and cautious—exactly that of a True Master at the peak level. Qin Feng and Qingya could conceal their presence, so he didn't notice them at first. Yet he immediately spotted the cottage by the lake, as everything around it was dark except for that one spot of light. Before he could take a closer look, the cottage door opened from within, and a farmer cried out, "Husband, the child has a fever—it's very hot, we must get him to the hospital right away!" "You're a rotten woman! Didn't I tell you to take good care of the child? How could you have missed this?" the man roared. "I didn't know either! The child was fine all afternoon!" "All afternoon? It's already night now! If anything happens to the boy, I'll never forgive you! Hurry and get the child—let me ride the motorcycle. We're off to the hospital right now!" "Yes!" A woman carrying a cradle stepped out of the cottage. Soon, the man pushed a brand-new motorcycle from beside it, and the engine roared to life. The two of them quickly climbed on and sped off. Due to the distance, the dim lighting, and the fact that the two figures were facing away from the lake, the peak realist couldn't make out their faces and instinctively assumed they were local farmers. As the motorcycle drove farther away, the immortal finally felt at ease and leapt out of the water. He had intended to leave right away, but a strong aroma of meat drew him in—having consumed a full belly of water during the detoxification process, and with the contents of his stomach expelled as well, he now felt starved and hollow. He slowly floated above the small cottage and immediately spotted the dishes arranged on the dining table, smiling to himself, "Make sure you take care of the children and don't leave for a while—these dishes won't last until tomorrow. Since I've encountered you, how could I possibly let them go to waste?" With that, he dove inside, picked up a spoon, and took a piece of stewed meat, placing it beneath his nose to inhale. The flavor was excellent, with no strange odors—definitely edible. Ten kilometers away, the motorcycle was parked by the roadside, and the young man was thrown to the ground. Qingya had already guessed the purpose behind this move—she admired it as a clever strategy, yet remained concerned that the immortal might indeed be caught. "Don't worry," Qin Shao smiled, "that guy must be starving. He's very confident in his skills—perhaps he's already devoured his share!" Qingya raised her head and said, "There must be provisions stored within the true form of the peak-level immortal—wouldn't there be some food preserved inside?" "Yes, but the food that's consumed without effort tastes especially delicious—no one can escape that." He looked toward the vast lake and added, "I hope the poison prepared by Wei Wei proves effective and directly kills the immortal. Then we won't have to keep compromising—actually, I think it would be better if he died at your hands. That way, you can balance your merits and demerits." "The Lady Inspector arched an eyebrow: 'I won't do it at all. After all, he's a cultivator at the peak of the Yuan Sheng stage—the very one most likely to achieve transcendence in the Chinese cultivation world. If he dies at my hands, not only will I be unable to face my superiors, but my colleagues will surely make a joke of it. So it's up to you to handle him—your merit will be recognized!' Qin frowned: 'You can't face your superiors, can I? Even if I can't, you're a formally appointed staff member of the Inspectorate. Your superiors will surely extend some courtesy, right? Don't be so formal—once you take action, that's settled!' 'We'll settle it later. We'll discuss it then.' Clearly, she wasn't enthusiastic about this proposal." In the small room, the top-tier guest ate with ease, the food so delicious it oozed with every bite. He kept talking as he ate: "I never thought a farmer could have such a refined touch—this dish is truly excellent. It's always awkward to just eat someone's food without offering something in return. When I first saw her from afar, I noticed her figure was quite lovely. Why not wait until they return and have a night together with her—just as a token of appreciation for this meal? Hah! Honestly, I'm quite clever—here I am, doing just that!" In his eyes, sharing a bed with an ordinary woman was a fortune that one would have to strive for a lifetime. After swallowing the last piece of meat, he set down his chopsticks, gently massaging his full, rounded stomach. "I suppose I ate too quickly—now I have a bit of discomfort. If only I had taken my time. After all, no one's rushing me!"