87: What business is it of mine if it's someone else's destiny?

Qin Feng's loud laughter sounded particularly piercing and arrogant in the solemn and dignified hall.

He held up the Fortune Slip with the words "A Match Made in Heaven" high, as if he were holding an imperial decree to be announced to the world.

"Xueer Wife, did you see that?"

"Heaven's will!"

"This is what you call Heaven's will!"

He turned around, facing the stunned Faces inside and outside the hall, his smile growing even brighter.

Zhao Muxue's head buzzed, and she completely blanked out.

She felt her cheeks were no longer just hot, but burning, so hot they could practically ignite the air.

This Rebellious Disciple!

This lawless Rebellious Disciple!

How could he?!

How could he dare to be so... so brazen in front of so many people!

"Benefactor, the fortune is a good one."

Just then, the Old Monk with white hair and beard spoke slowly.

His voice was old and calm, like an ancient well, undisturbed.

He lifted his eyelids, those cloudy eyes seemingly able to pierce through everything.

He didn't look at Qin Feng, but instead gave Zhao Muxue a deep look.

"However, the beginning and end of fate are all predestined."

"A Phoenix perches on the parasol tree, while a Dragon lurks in the abyss."

"This Heaven's will is your Heaven's will, but it may not be the Heaven's will of everyone."

The Old Monk's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of Qin Feng and Zhao Muxue.

The smile on Qin Feng's Face stiffened slightly.

There was more to those words than met the ear.

Zhao Muxue's heart also sank abruptly, waking up a bit from that sweet dizziness.

A Phoenix perching on the parasol tree?

A Dragon lurking in the abyss?

Was he talking about her and Qin Feng?

Saying she was an unattainable Phoenix, while Qin Feng was just a Dragon hidden in the depths?

Before she could think further, Qin Feng laughed, carefully folded the Fortune Slip, and tucked it into his robe.

"The Great Master is right."

He cupped his hands to the Old Monk, looking completely unconcerned.

"Other people's Heaven's will, what does it have to do with me?"

"I only need the Heaven's will of me and my wife, and that's enough!"

Having said that, he ignored the Old Monk with the inscrutable gaze and the jealous, envious, and shocked looks around him, took Zhao Muxue's hand, and turned to leave.

"Let's go, Xueer Wife, we're going home!"

Not until their figures turned into a beam of sword light and disappeared into the horizon...

...did the inside and outside of the hall completely erupt like boiling water!

"My god! What did I just see? That... that Fairy is Peak Master Zhao of the Tianxuan Sect's Qingxin Peak, right?"

"It's definitely her! Three hundred years ago, I had the honor of seeing her from afar at the Immortal Gate Ceremony! That temperament, there's no mistaking it!"

"But... who is that man beside her? How could he dare to treat Peak Master Zhao so... so intimately?"

"I don't know! His cultivation seems average, just at the Golden Core Stage. How is it possible... how could he pluck this flower from the high peaks?"

"Didn't you hear? He called Peak Master Zhao 'wife'! And Peak Master Zhao didn't even slap him to death!"

"More than just not slapping him, didn't you see how Peak Master Zhao's Face turned red? It was clearly... clearly the behavior of a young girl in love!"

"Crazy! The world has gone crazy!"

"A beautiful flower, stuck in... stuck in cow dung!"

A young Cultivator beat his chest and stamped his feet, his Face full of grief.

Someone nearby immediately retorted.

"What cow dung! Are you blind? Although that man's cultivation isn't high, do you have that kind of bearing, that kind of courage to show his love for Peak Master Zhao in front of everyone?"

"That line 'Other people's Heaven's will, what does it have to do with me' was simply... simply too cool!" A female Cultivator's eyes sparkled with admiration.

Various discussions rose one after another.

But everyone reached a consensus.

The Tianxuan Sect—no, the entire Eastern Desolation—would likely be thrown into a massive upheaval because of today's event!

...Atop the sword light.

Zhao Muxue was still held in Qin Feng's arms.

The mountain wind blew through the tips of her hair and dispersed the last trace of heat from her cheeks.

She didn't struggle anymore, just quietly leaned against that broad chest that made her both love and hate him.

"Rebellious Disciple."

After a long time, she finally spoke softly.

"Hmm?" Qin Feng lowered his head, his chin rubbing against her hair.

"You were quite impressive today." Zhao Muxue's voice betrayed no emotion.

"Of course," Qin Feng raised his eyebrows proudly, "Don't you see whose man I am?"

Zhao Muxue's body stiffened slightly.

She was silent for a moment before saying in a barely audible, faint voice.

"In the future... you're not allowed to do this anymore."

"In public, you have to leave me some Face."

Hearing this soft "warning" that lacked any deterrent power, Qin Feng was overjoyed.

He knew that a corner of this iceberg had been completely melted by him.

"Alright, everything will be as Xueer Wife says."

He agreed verbally, but the arm holding her tightened even more.

Zhao Muxue didn't resist again.

She looked up at the shifting clouds on the horizon, and a gleam called "happiness" flashed in her cold phoenix eyes—one that even she hadn't noticed.

Perhaps, just like this, accompanying him in his mischief once wouldn't be so bad...