Chapter 203: Agreement

Zhao Wei, her face as pale as paper, looked at the solemn-faced Cheng Feng. Her heart was filled with helplessness and bitterness. A self-deprecating bitter smile appeared at the corners of her mouth as she said softly, "Do I have any other choice now?"

Listening to Zhao Wei's words, Cheng Feng couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. He gritted his teeth, a flash of determination crossing his eyes, and said to Zhao Wei earnestly, "Senior Sister, I know that saying these things might make you think I am shameless,

but this medicine is equally invaluable to me. It is not just my trump card; I have a Concubine at home who has also reached the realm of Blood Refining Perfection and is about to break through. This is her safeguard as well!

Therefore, I have no choice but to resort to this desperate measure. I hope to save you, Senior Sister, but I must also be accountable to my own woman. I hope you can keep this secret."

Cheng Feng's rhetoric was incredibly slick; as for what kind of accountability Xu Miao needed, wasn't that just a matter of a single word from him?

Upon hearing Cheng Feng's explanation, Zhao Wei's expression shifted slightly, and a complex emotion welled up in her heart.

The information in Cheng Feng's confession was too significant.

First: Cheng Feng has many women, and among them is one at Blood Refining Perfection, no worse than herself.

Second: In this Great Zhou where men are valued over women, he still respects his own woman; this is a major plus.

Third: Cheng Feng could have completely stood by and watched her die, yet he was willing to take out this secret medicine to save her.

This made Zhao Wei's impression of Cheng Feng improve instantly.

Zhao Wei understood that what Cheng Feng said was not without reason; after all, everyone has things they cherish. But at the same time, she also felt an inexplicable sense of loss and sorrow. The once-strong version of herself was now standing at a crossroads of fate.

She gently closed her eyes, trying to calm the waves in her heart. After a while, she opened them again, a firm light flickering in her eyes, and said with determination, "Cheng Feng, since that is the case, then I agree. If you can truly heal my injuries, then I am willing to marry you as a Concubine.

However, I hope you can keep your promise and not deceive me. Otherwise, even if I have to exhaust all my strength, I will not let you off." After speaking, she stared intently into Cheng Feng's eyes, as if wanting to see a clue from his expression.

Cheng Feng was startled by Zhao Wei's gaze; he hurriedly nodded to indicate his agreement and promised that he would definitely keep his word.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Although he did not want to force Zhao Wei in this way, he truly could not bear the result of his efforts yielding nothing in return.

Now, even if there was a suspicion of taking advantage of a crisis, Zhao Wei had finally agreed to marry him, and the heavy stone in his heart finally fell.

Cheng Feng asked curiously, "Senior Sister, what is your relationship with the Second Senior Brother?"

Even though she was heavily injured, Zhao Wei, being a woman, was secretly laughing: "Is he jealous?"

Yet, she explained with her mouth: "He and I grew up playing together; there is no romantic relationship. Rest assured, I am still a virgin."

Cheng Feng's inner doubts were resolved, and he was no longer hesitant.

He hurried to the inner courtyard hall to tell Wang Tieshan of Zhao Wei's intentions. Wang Tieshan frowned upon hearing this; he felt it was somewhat unbelievable.

Although he knew Cheng Feng had some ability, it was still hard for him to believe that he could produce such a miraculous medicine capable of restoring bones.

Arriving at Zhao Wei's sickroom and seeing that Zhao Wei's mind was so made up, he decided to give it a try. Wang Tieshan agreed to Cheng Feng with a trace of doubt.

To dispel the doubt on Wang Tieshan's face, Cheng Feng said softly, "Master, do you remember Wu Feng?"

Wang Tieshan was puzzled; why mention Wu Feng at a time like this?

Cheng Feng did not keep him in suspense: "His injuries are healed, thanks to this medicine of mine."

The surprise and astonishment on the faces of Zhao Wei, who was lying on the bed, and Wang Tieshan, who was standing to the side, surfaced simultaneously. They said in unison, "Really?"

"Really."

Wang Tieshan laughed heartily: "I was wondering why Wu Feng was working at the Hong Sect; so that's how it is."

And Zhao Wei had even more confidence in Cheng Feng's secret medicine.

Carrying the Black Jade Intermittent Ointment to the Martial Arts Hall, Cheng Feng pushed open the door and saw the Senior Sister lying quietly on the bed, her face as pale as paper, her eyes tightly closed.

Cheng Feng felt pity in his heart and walked quickly to the bedside: "Senior Sister, forgive the intrusion. This ointment needs to be applied to the wound; you had best keep an eye on your Blood Qi circulation at all times."

Regardless of whether the Senior Sister heard him or not, time was pressing. He had to apply the Black Jade Intermittent Ointment to her as soon as possible. His movements were gentle and careful as he pushed aside the quilt and clothing on the Senior Sister, afraid of waking her from her deep sleep.

Cheng Feng gently lifted the lid of the box, and a faint, refreshing fragrance wafted out, which was invigorating. He carefully extended his finger, dipped a tiny bit of ointment, and then cautiously applied it to the sunken area on the Senior Sister's chest. Every application was so gentle, as if he were afraid of causing her pain. His gaze remained fixed on the Senior Sister, his eyes filled with concern and tenderness, hoping that through his efforts, she would get better quickly.

However, even though Cheng Feng was already very careful, it was inevitable that he would occasionally touch the magnificent, massive objects on the Senior Sister's chest. Although he felt a bit embarrassed, he understood that the most important thing at this moment was to treat the Senior Sister, so he tried his best to remain calm.

After all, this was his future woman; he would be looking at them for a long time to come. Besides, he was currently in the treatment stage and absolutely could not be distracted.

When the ointment touched the Senior Sister's skin, her body trembled slightly, and her face flushed a little. However, she did not wake up and remained immersed in her coma.

Cheng Feng continued to apply the ointment with focus, not daring to be the least bit negligent. He carefully observed every wound, ensuring the ointment covered them evenly, not missing any minute detail.

He knew in his heart that, based on the rapid frequency of her breathing, the Senior Sister had actually already woken up, but was unwilling to open her eyes out of shyness.

But he could not stop his movements because of this; he had to persist. Only by completely healing the Senior Sister's injuries could she truly return to health. At this time, he absolutely could not give up halfway.

As time passed, the Senior Sister's breathing gradually stabilized, and the look of pain on her face eased significantly. Seeing these changes, Cheng Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his efforts had not been in vain. He continued to apply the medicine to the Senior Sister with full concentration, looking forward to her early recovery.

Gradually, an alluring atmosphere permeated the room. The Senior Sister's body trembled from time to time, and a blush appeared on her face, as if she could feel Cheng Feng's attentive gaze, and her own body was being caressed by Cheng Feng's eyes.

Cheng Feng tried hard to restrain his emotions, putting all his attention on the treatment, hoping to complete the task as soon as possible.

Zhao Wei shouted in her heart: "This little rascal, why does he keep touching there?"

It was certainly no problem for the twenty-one-year-old Zhao Wei to call the seventeen-year-old Cheng Feng a little rascal.

Perhaps even Zhao Wei herself had not noticed that she would occasionally reveal the demeanor of a young girl on her face, and the blush on her face had never faded away.