Cultivation System: Stronger with Age Chapter 1420 - 620: Young Master Ding (2)

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Previously on Cultivation System: Stronger with Age...
Lin Xuankong meets the imposing Young Master Ding Da, whose immense physique stirs Lin Xuankong's desire to test his cultivation potential. Ding Da, a significant figure in Qingyuan City, is remarkably courteous to Lin Xuankong and praises Miao Wan'er's beauty and talent. He then openly reveals Liang Yucheng's long-standing affection for Miao Wan'er.

After all, if Third Miss Miao has any feelings for Yucheng, then you two can naturally start to interact more. If Third Miss Miao has no feelings at all, you can say it directly, so my brother won’t be in a daze all day!"

Having said that, Ding Ye glared at Liang Yucheng, who was secretly gesturing to him to stop, then looked up at Miao Wan’er.

By this time, Liang Yucheng’s face had already gone through several changes. He had never imagined that the first time he brought Third Miss Miao from the Miao Family to meet his closest big brothers and friends, his direct superior Ding Ye would lay bare his little thoughts!

If she agrees, that’s fine... hopefully Third Miss Miao won’t refuse, won’t refuse! Brother Ding, oh Brother Ding, everyone calls you Ding Da Fire Cannon. I didn’t expect that when you go to battle, you’re so fiery, even with such matters, you handle them with such intensity, laying it all out right away? Liang Yucheng was very nervous in his heart, occasionally sneaking a glance at Miao Wan’er.

Lin Xuankong heard Ding Ye say this and couldn’t help but smirk and shake his head, finding it quite amusing.

He didn’t think Ding Ye was being too abrupt. Lin Xuankong had long noticed Liang Yucheng’s interest in Miao Wan’er, and besides, he had lived over ten thousand years and could already see that Miao Wan’er, the daughter of Miao Yun Lake, was indeed a proud lady, likely looking down on a powerless deputy captain! In this case, rather than let Liang Yucheng pine away daily, it was better to be straightforward: if it works, great; if not, it’s over. After all, love forced is not sweet, and love earned by flattery is even less so!

What would this proud Miao Wan’er do? Lin Xuankong turned to look at Third Miss Miao, only to see this pretty Third Miss Miao showing a slight change in her expression, her eyebrows tightly knitted, clearly surprised, not having expected Ding Ye to be so straightforward as to bring up such matters publicly.

In an instant,

the table for the banquet grew somewhat quiet. Compared to the enthusiastic discussions and excitement around other tables, it seemed rather distinct.

After several moments passed, and when Liang Yucheng, standing stunned behind Miao Wan’er, felt like he could barely breathe, Miao Wan’er finally relaxed her brows and smiled at Ding Ye, saying, "Young Master Ding, as Brother Liang’s big brother, it’s only proper for you to consider these things for him... Wan’er hasn’t really thought about matters of the heart seriously yet, and hasn’t decided what kind of person she will choose in the future, so at the moment, she can’t give Young Master Ding or Director Liang a response! However, Wan’er feels honored to be appreciated by Director Liang!"

Lin Xuankong saw Miao Wan’er say this, and couldn’t help but shake his head secretly, thinking: This Miao Wan’er indeed thinks highly of herself and does not take Liang Yucheng’s affections seriously; otherwise, she wouldn’t use such words to brush it off! But saying it this way does give Ding Ye and Liang Yucheng face, as she hasn’t publicly rejected Liang Yucheng!

When Ding Ye heard Miao Wan’er’s words, his eyes widened and he murmured, "Saying so much, but still not making it clear..."

Liang Yucheng couldn’t take it anymore, quickly interrupting his big brother, "Okay, Young Master Ding, my Brother Ding, you don’t need to worry about my affairs, or my and Third Miss Miao’s matters. You’d better think more about how to train those soldiers of the Defense Battalion. I heard the Ai Race has already captured four counties to the southeast, and who knows when they’ll come at us!"

Ding Ye was about to say more, but upon hearing Liang Yucheng mention the Ai Race’s invasion, his brows shot up as he cursed, "Damn it, those Ai Race runts, none taller than five-foot-three, if they face the soldiers I personally trained in the Ding Family Camp, they’ll surely be beaten until they cry for their parents, but the training failures in counties like Lu’an County, Huanglong County, and Guan City have the finest equipment, and they’re defending with walls, yet they let several cities fall, they’re all useless, completely useless!

If it weren’t for my father refusing to let me lead a thousand elite soldiers to Huanglong County, we wouldn’t be in this mess! Damn it, those failures even had the gall to drag their defeated soldiers to escape to Jee Province, utterly disgraceful, utterly disgraceful, how could they face the people of Jee Province, having lost the city!"

Having said this, Ding Ye seemed to have completely forgotten his earlier matchmaking attempt, grabbing a more than two-pound wine jug from the side, he began drinking by himself, gulping down the yellow wine in less than three seconds.

The nearby seated officers, hearing Ding Ye’s furious rant, all knitted their brows silently.

Most of these officers were young, in their twenties, at an age of passion and impulse. Clearly, Ding Ye’s words had stirred them, their faces flushed.

Lin Xuankong, seeing this, couldn’t help but think to himself: The people of the Great Yan Kingdom are in dire straits, and on the outside, allied forces from various countries are pressing in. But as long as this country has many passionate men like Ding Ye and these officers, there is still some hope, and it’s worth lending a hand to this Great Yan that so resembles the Nanjing Government Period!

Third Miss Miao, Miao Wan’er, hearing Ding Ye’s words, and seeing these officers in such states, couldn’t help but nod lightly, clearly also admiring these passionate men of the military.

Liang Yucheng rolled his eyes and spoke, "What Young Master Ding said, I feel just as deeply. I wish I could lead several thousand men straight to the front lines and fight to my heart’s content! But brothers and friends, rest assured, our Great Yan Kingdom has thousands of years of history, with a population of hundreds of millions, and countless noblemen and gentlemen like stars in the sky. It cannot be swept away by any joint forces from neighboring countries, or by planes, cannons, and warships! Sooner or later, our Great Yan Kingdom’s troops will kill these bastards who dared to step on our soil, to the last man!

But, one more thing... brothers and friends, remember today is Brother Wei Hong’s birthday banquet, let’s not talk about these infuriating matters for now. Today, let’s help Brother Wei Hong celebrate his birthday, then later, we’ll think and discuss how we can muster a force to head to the front lines and kill those who dare invade our Great Yan Kingdom!"

Upon hearing Liang Yucheng, many officers and Ding Ye’s expressions indeed eased a little.

Seeing everyone gradually calm down, Miao Wan’er also breathed a sigh of relief, then greeted Lin Xuankong and these officers, heading toward the women’s seating area.

A moment later,

the waiters of the restaurant brought out a grand array of delicious dishes, rich in color, aroma, and taste, to each table.

Quickly, the Second Layer of this restaurant became increasingly lively, with guests toasting and feasting together.

Liang Yucheng, being quite lively, after drinking around the table with the officers, raised his glass and said to Ding Ye, "Brother Ding, Brother Wei Hong is upstairs on the third floor with the elders taking care of them; he probably won’t be down for a while. Why don’t we head up to the third floor together to find Brother Wei Hong and get him drunk? It’s his birthday today, after all; we must drink him under the table!"

The officers and Ding Ye laughed heartily at this, all nodding in agreement, with one officer unable to resist adding, "Ha! Lucky it’s Brother Wei Hong you’re planning to drink under the table. If it were Brother Ding, we wouldn’t dare; he can handle over ten pounds of strong yellow wine as if nothing!"

In their banter, Liang Yucheng and Ding Ye, along with this table of young officers, led Lin Xuankong to the third floor.

Lin Xuankong wasn’t particularly interested in the revelry of the banquet, but he didn’t want to reject the friendly suggestion of Liang Yucheng, then followed everyone upstairs!

However, as they reached the stairs, Lin Xuankong’s face suddenly changed, his gaze sharp as he looked up the stairs.