86: Great decision! Great decision!

The next day.

Sunlight spilled through the window lattices of the Immortal Cave, making the dust motes in the air clearly visible.

Qin Feng opened his eyes, looking refreshed and spirited.

His cultivation at the Nascent Soul Sixth Layer was as stable as a mountain.

He turned his head and looked at the stunningly beautiful sleeping face beside him.

The curve of Qin Feng's lips widened more and more.

He leaned down and gently pressed a kiss onto that smooth forehead.

"Mmm..."

Zhao Muxue seemed to notice something, letting out a faint nasal sound and subconsciously shrinking into his embrace like a cat seeking warmth.

"Xueer Wife, it's time to wake up."

Qin Feng leaned close to her ear and whispered softly.

Zhao Muxue's body stiffened for a moment before she suddenly opened her eyes, her phoenix eyes instantly regaining their clarity.

"Rebellious Disciple! Get out!"

"As you command."

Qin Feng chuckled, nimbly rolled out of bed, and began putting on his clothes.

"But before I 'get out,' I have a suggestion."

Zhao Muxue looked at him warily.

"What suggestion?"

Qin Feng straightened his robes and turned around, a bright smile on his face.

"Let's go on a date."

"A... date?"

Zhao Muxue was stunned; this term was far too foreign to her.

"It just means going out for a stroll," Qin Feng explained. "I know a nearby mountain with a temple on it. I heard the divination lots there are very accurate."

"Absurd!"

Zhao Muxue rejected him without a second thought.

"We Cultivators believe in the swords in our hands and our own Dao. How can we go seeking gods, worshipping Buddhas, and asking about fortunes and misfortunes?"

She, the dignified Peak Master of Qingxin Peak and the youngest Quasi-Tribulation Stage Great Expert of the Tianxuan Sect, was going to run off and draw lots like a Mortal?

If word got out, where would her dignity go?

"You can't say it like that."

Qin Feng walked to the bedside, sat down, and looked at her solemnly.

"Xueer Wife, think about it. Isn't our relationship considered rebellious? Isn't it going against the heavens?"

Zhao Muxue's pretty face flushed, and she turned her head away.

"This is a world-shaking matter! Shouldn't we seek some peace of mind? Let's go pay our respects so the Heavens know we truly love each other. We can ask the Old Man to do us a favor and not send down a Lightning Tribulation to strike us."

This twisted logic left Zhao Muxue dazed.

Looking at Qin Feng's face, which was written all over with 'sincerity,' she couldn't find a reason to argue for a moment.

"Besides," Qin Feng leaned in closer and lowered his voice.

"The entire Tianxuan Sect knows you as the high-and-mighty Peak Master Zhao."

"But only I know that you can blush, you can be shy, and you'll even accompany your little Husband to sneakily ask for a Marriage Lot."

This Rebellious Disciple!

He knew exactly how to play with her heart!

"Who... who wants to go ask for a Marriage Lot with you!"

Although she was still being stubborn, her slightly reddened earlobes betrayed her inner wavering.

"Then it's settled!"

Qin Feng snapped his fingers and, without allowing any argument, pulled her out from under the covers.

"Hurry and change. Husband will wait for you outside."

...Half an hour later.

A streak of sword light sliced through the sky, flying toward a beautiful mountain peak outside the Tianxuan Sect.

Qin Feng stood on the Flying Sword, facing the wind, feeling refreshed and happy.

Standing behind him was Zhao Muxue, who had changed into a set of light purple casual clothes.

She had been forcibly pulled by Qin Feng to stand in front of him, her entire body encircled in his embrace from behind.

"Rebellious Disciple, get further away from me!"

"I can't. The wind is strong; I'm afraid Xueer Wife will be blown away." Qin Feng held her tighter, his chin resting shamelessly on her fragrant shoulder.

Zhao Muxue: "..."

She, a Quasi-Tribulation Passing Stage expert, would be blown away by the wind?

Forget it.

She would just treat it as humoring his nonsense this once.

The mountain peak wasn't high, but the incense offerings at the temple on top were exceptionally flourishing.

There were not only Mortals but also many young Cultivators with decent auras coming in pairs to pray for blessings.

When Qin Feng landed with his arm around Zhao Muxue, the entire temple entrance instantly fell into a dead silence.

Everyone's gaze was drawn to Zhao Muxue.

What kind of beauty was that?

Cold, noble, as if she didn't belong to this Mortal world.

Her purple clothing added a touch of mystery and majesty, making people only dare to watch from afar, not dare to desecrate her.

And when they saw that the one holding this Fairy-like figure was a young Cultivator who looked plain and ordinary (disguised by the System), the hearts of all the male Cultivators shattered.

A flower stuck in... "What are you looking at?"

Sensing those jealous gazes, Qin Feng raised an eyebrow and pulled Zhao Muxue closer into his arms, letting out a cold snort in a gesture of declaring his sovereignty.

"Haven't you seen a divine couple before?"

His arrogant manner made everyone's teeth itch with rage, yet they didn't dare to act out.

Zhao Muxue's cheeks were so red they almost looked like they were bleeding; she fiercely pinched the soft flesh at Qin Feng's waist.

This Rebellious Disciple was too embarrassing!

Qin Feng didn't care at all. He pulled the mortified Zhao Muxue straight to the huge Fortune-Telling Cylinder in the center of the main hall.

The cylinder was simple and ancient, having endured countless years.

Qin Feng picked up the cylinder and winked at the distressed Zhao Muxue.

"Come, Xueer Wife, let's see."

"Does the Old Man in the Heavens actually approve of a beautiful Revered Master like you being kidnapped by a Rebellious Disciple like me?"

With those words, Qin Feng held the heavy cylinder and shook it vigorously.

Clatter, clatter—

The crisp sound of bamboo lots colliding echoed within the main hall.

The gazes of the surrounding young Cultivators were filled with both amazement at Zhao Muxue and shock at Qin Feng's "blasphemous" remarks.

Zhao Muxue wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

She had lived for hundreds of years and had never lost face like this in front of so many people.

Clack.

A bamboo lot jumped out of the cylinder and landed on the ground.

Qin Feng's eyes lit up, and he quickly leaned down to pick it up.

Lot Number Seventy-Four.

"Let's go, Xueer, let's get the lot interpreted."

He pulled Zhao Muxue over to an Old Monk with white hair and a white beard nearby.

The Old Monk seemed to have seen all the ways of the world; he only slightly raised his eyelids at their arrival.

Qin Feng handed over the bamboo lot.

The Old Monk took it, glanced at it, and pulled a yellowed slip of paper from the densely packed pigeonholes behind him.

"The benefactor's lot."

Qin Feng took it and unfolded it to look.

On the slip of paper, four large characters were written in a flamboyant, flowing script.

"A Harmonious Union for a Hundred Years!"

"Hahahaha, a good lot, a truly good lot!"