A Rare Cultivator

The realization that he had truly hit the jackpot in this world of cultivation, blessed with not one but two lovers with golden fingers, filled Xu Feng with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. 

It was as if the transmigration Gods had personally bestowed their favor upon him, granting him the privilege of sharing his life with these two extraordinary and monstrous beings.

As his gaze drifted upward toward the ceiling of the carriage, Xu Feng couldn't help but offer silent thanks to the unknown deities who had orchestrated this twist of fate. "Thank you for blessing me with enough beauty to pull two of them," he mused with a playful grin, his voice carrying a tone of teasing and light hearted humor.

Xuan Yang, who had been tense in the initially stiff atmosphere, couldn't resist rolling his eyes at Xu Feng's cheeky remark. It was a typical expression of his shameless charm that he had come to appreciate, even in the most unexpected moments.