Cultivation System: Stronger with Age Chapter 113 - 78: The Second Talent Exhibits Miraculous Effects Again, Lin Xuankong with the Black Double Pupil

In the jungle, a pair of Dragon Blood Fierce Dogs, one male and one female, were panting as they pulled a wooden sled weighing tens of thousands of pounds.

On the sled, Lin Xuankong and the cold, elegant Zhao Yufei locked eyes. Zhao Yufei’s fair face was filled with astonishment.

"I was really just calling you that for fun!" Lin Xuankong said.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yufei bit her red lips, a trace of shame and indignation hidden deep within her eyes.

As the beautiful and highborn daughter of the Zhao Family, her Eight Gates Celestial Eye had progressed rapidly, showcasing extraordinary talent. Consequently, many admirers from various sects in neighboring cities had sent marriage proposals. These included the eldest sons of the Huang and Guo Families, and even the eldest son of the Sixth-Grade Prefect Liy; all wished to marry this gifted young woman.

However, having grown up immersed in the various classics and miscellaneous records of her family, she possessed a broad perspective. The young masters of the Huang, Guo, and Liy Families, despite their considerable power and uncommon status among the countless Martial Cultivators in Great Marsh Prefecture, were merely frogs at the bottom of a well when considered within the Great Xia Dynasty, let alone the vaster world beyond. Thus, a certain pride always resided in her heart. She was unwilling to let romantic entanglements hinder her cultivation, for she aspired to journey into a much wider world!

Furthermore, with the Zhao Family having declined to a second or even third-rate status within Great Marsh Prefecture, she couldn’t help but harbor a trace of inferiority and self-pity when encountering the young masters of the Huang, Guo, and Liy Families, or individuals like Jiang Yuran. This very sense of inferiority and self-pity compelled her to act with even greater pride in the presence of others, terrified of being looked down upon. She constantly yearned for significant achievements in the Martial Dao and for the Zhao Family to rise once more, so she could finally stand before everyone with genuine pride!

Given her inherent pride, hearing Lin Xuankong’s casual admission that he was ’just calling her that for fun,’ instantly filled her heart with shame and indignation! A young woman’s reputation, her marriage—are these things to be trifled with so casually? How could she possibly call just anyone ’Husband’ so lightly? She was not some performing courtesan from an entertainment house or a woman of ill repute from a brothel!

At this moment, if she hadn’t remembered that Lin Xuankong had saved her life, Zhao Yufei would likely have already unleashed her Silver Hook to rip out his offending tongue!

Lin Xuankong couldn’t help feeling a bit frustrated by her expression.

Just then, a new thought flashed through Zhao Yufei’s mind.

At this realization, the ambition that had lain dormant in her heart for over twenty years surged forth, igniting a passionate flame in Zhao Yufei’s coolly beautiful eyes. Her heart began to pound fiercely in her chest.

Zhao Yufei’s gaze suddenly fixed upon Lin Xuankong’s face.

"Steward Lin, I am a serious person by nature, and I do not appreciate being trifled with," Zhao Yufei declared, her tone firm. "You have done me the great service of saving my life. If you call me ’Wife,’ I will naturally answer. However, marriage is not a trivial affair. If you call me ’Wife,’ you must genuinely regard me as such. And if I call you ’Husband,’ I will wholeheartedly and sincerely consider you my husband! A gentleman’s word is his bond; neither of us is permitted to renege!"

Lin Xuankong was utterly speechless.

Seeing his silence, Zhao Yufei arched an eyebrow. "Steward Lin, could it be that you’re afraid? I’m aware you have a Young Lady at home. Surely you’re not frightened of her?"

Lin Xuankong felt a surge of irritation at her words.

"Afraid? What do I have to be afraid of?" Lin Xuankong retorted. "If I call you ’Wife,’ would you dare to answer me?"

Zhao Yufei tilted her chin defiantly. "Then try calling me and see."

Just as Lin Xuankong was about to speak, the image of a figure in a green dress standing atop a small hill, gazing fixedly as he entered the Demon-Suppressing Valley, suddenly flashed into his mind. In an instant, a flood of memories—all the little moments spent with the Young Lady—welled up in his heart, and he found himself utterly unable to utter a word.

At this juncture, Zhao Yufei spoke again, "If Steward Lin genuinely intends for us to forge a lifelong union, I, Yufei, will naturally consent. I don’t extravagantly demand to be the only one by your side; as long as you truly consider me your wife and do not carelessly abandon me, that will suffice!"

Lin Xuankong stammered, "How could I possibly be that kind of person!"

Hearing his words, Zhao Yufei’s expression grew grave. "We practitioners of the Martial Dao dispense with excessive ceremony. If you genuinely wish to be with me, then do you dare to swear an oath with me, an oath by the Martial Dao itself? If you dare to make such a vow, then I, Zhao Yufei, for all my pride, will never go back on my word. In this lifetime, I shall belong to you and you alone!"