Cultivation System: Stronger with Age Chapter 2 The Lady is Acting Strangely, Pine Crane Longevity Technique

The crowd beyond the doorway stood stunned as a woman swung it open.

Moments afterward, a hefty man let out a sneer, "Well, well, the little missus herself is opening the door for guests!"

The remaining burly men erupted in boisterous laughter at once.

Bold stares locked onto Lii Xiaolan, while Zhang Wu’s eyes flushed crimson, burning with an urge to "devour" her right then and there!

Lii Xiaolan stayed utterly composed. She drew a flint from her belt, sparked it alive with a puff, then pivoted to enter. "Since you’re all here, why don’t you come in for a chat?"

Excitement gleamed in their eyes. Zhang Wu took the lead, shoving Lin Xuankong out of the path as they barged into the home.

"Husband, head to the kitchen and grab a jug of water! Master Zhang Wu, please sit here. I’ve got matters to discuss with you." Lii Xiaolan approached the table, ignited the oil lamp using the flint, and settled elegantly onto a stool.

The Black Tiger Gang thugs strutted forward, Zhang Wu dropping heavily opposite Lii Xiaolan with a PLOP. "Mistress, got something private to share? Why not head upstairs for a leisurely talk?"

Hearing Lii Xiaolan address him as ’husband’ and witnessing the unfolding sight, Lin Xuankong’s heart churned with conflicting feelings.

Multiple ideas raced through his head while he shook and made for the kitchen.

In the kitchen, his eyes landed on a razor-sharp knife next to the cutting board. A savage spark ignited in his gaze. He advanced, tucked the blade into his sleeve, seized a water jug, and spun around to return to the hall.

Yet the instant he entered the main room, the sight that greeted him froze him in shock.

At the wooden table, beneath the flickering oil lamp, Lii Xiaolan alone remained seated.

The Black Tiger Gang crew had already vacated the premises. The final burly thug was "kindly" stooping to shut the door. In that instant, terror filled his eyes as he glanced at Lii Xiaolan...

Lin Xuankong reflexively rubbed his eyes. Right then, the wooden door crashed closed with a BANG!

Lin Xuankong hastened his steps, stumbling to the door. He peered through the narrow gap.

There, Zhang Wu and his gang hurried off mutely, as though flames scorched their rear ends, their prior bravado utterly vanished!

Lin Xuankong spun back toward the table. "What... what exactly happened?"

Lii Xiaolan lifted her black veil, unveiling her impeccable features. She claimed the water jug from Lin Xuankong’s grasp and filled a cup. "They came to buy cakes. I told them you hadn’t baked any lately, so they departed!"

Lin Xuankong stood dumbfounded.

He creased his brow and remarked, "After the medicine, I’m feeling way better. I could’ve whipped up some cakes for them!"

Lii Xiaolan, mid-sip on the water, halted upon hearing those words. She then fixed him with a piercing look from her enchanting eyes.

Her breathtaking allure appeared even more otherworldly in the oil lamp’s glow. That single sidelong glare radiated immense allure, setting Lin Xuankong’s pulse pounding.

Lii Xiaolan set the cup aside, arching her brows faintly. "With our present bond, no secrets need stay between us!"

Her finger indicated an iron ball beneath the oil lamp. "That iron ball was once Zhang Wu’s blade. I crushed it twice, turning it into this! Spotting it, Zhang Wu realized they’d barged into the wrong spot and fled with his crew!"

"What!" Lin Xuankong stared in astonishment.

His aged, hazy vision had missed the iron ball under the oil lamp before.

Lin Xuankong stretched to seize it, only to discover its astonishing weight. His frail arm failed to hoist it solo.

Inspecting it intently by lamplight, he spotted numerous indentations on the iron ball resembling clear finger imprints!

Lin Xuankong eyed Lii Xiaolan’s delicate, pale hands.

A wave of thankfulness washed over him suddenly. He thanked his luck for not offending this Young Lady two days prior and endangering his life. Had he irked her, that dainty hand might have pulverized him, with dire results beyond imagining!

Lin Xuankong abruptly sensed dryness in his throat. He served himself water, gulped twice to steady himself, then faced Lii Xiaolan. "Wife... uh, Miss Lii, have you trained in Martial Dao too? What Transcendence stage are you at?"

He’d first aimed to say "wife," yet his words stumbled, refusing to emerge fully.

Lii Xiaolan replied, "I’ve served the Eldest Miss for more than ten years. Whenever she cultivated Martial Dao, I stayed close by, absorbing it naturally! Regarding my Realm, I can’t beat Lady Ma from the Huang Family. Else, she wouldn’t have cornered me... Never mind, drop it!"

She peered out the window. "It’s getting late. Your condition’s poor; retire soon! Come morning, I’ll fetch more medicine from Elder Doctor Hua!"

"Wait a moment!"

Lii Xiaolan furrowed her brow. "What is it?"

Speaking with grave seriousness, Lin Xuankong declared, "I also want to cultivate Martial Dao. I hope you can teach me some Cultivation Techniques. As for the reward..."