Chapter 13: This Fiancée Isn’t Simple
Chapter 13: This Fiancée Isn’t Simple
“Born with heavenly Dao marks descending from the skies, displaying cultivation talent upon gaining sentience, formally began cultivation at age five, and reached the Transcendent Realm by eight years old…”
“Beyond cultivation, she also showed remarkable aptitude in alchemy—by age eleven, she could independently refine most Transcendent Realm elixirs.”
“That same year, Luo Ningshuang was appointed as the Holy Maiden of Jixia Academy.”
Just these details alone were enough to showcase Luo Ningshuang’s extraordinary gifts.
She was far more terrifying than Chu Fan!
If she reached the Transcendent Realm at eight, then by her current age she should at least be in the Longevity Realm—perhaps even the Nirvana Realm.
Yet the records showed that at twelve, for unknown reasons, her cultivation began deteriorating—even her innate Dao marks had completely dimmed.
The master of Jixia Academy personally investigated, even consulting the Three Saints Sect and Medicine Spirit Valley for solutions, but all efforts proved futile.
The Devouring Heaven Demon Lord’s memories did contain this incident, but during that period he’d been so infatuated with junior sister Chu Yiyi that he’d completely forgotten about his own fiancée.
With Luo Ningshuang’s future looking bleak and the Demon Lord’s own ambiguous attitude, the academy master had no choice but to revoke her Holy Maiden status.
Now thirteen years old, her cultivation had fallen to the third layer of the Mortal Dust Realm. Were it not for her remaining alchemical skills, she’d likely have been expelled from Jixia Academy long ago.
“In the original story, Luo Ningshuang debuted at sixteen with Longevity Realm cultivation. As a female lead, her realm couldn’t possibly be this low.”
“Who’d have thought the plot hole the author couldn’t explain actually makes perfect sense in this real world?”
At this thought, Su Ming turned to Meng Shu.
The older man had been hesitating to speak since earlier.
“Meng Shu, if you have something to say, just say it.”
“But Young Master, you said not to speak if it’s inappropriate…”
“It’s fine. I’m giving you permission now.”
Though he said this, Su Ming already knew what Meng Shu wanted to say.
“Young Master, your fiancée has now lost all her talent with an uncertain future. Such a person is truly unworthy of you. This old servant suggests you write a letter of dissolution to avoid future criticism.”
Meng Shu’s reasoning was simple—his young master possessed once-in-an-era talent and would inevitably transcend this world someday.
A talentless woman marrying Su Ming would only become his burden in the future.
Since their relationship was still just an engagement without deeper feelings, cutting ties now would be the cleanest solution.
Hearing this, Su Ming’s expression clearly showed “I knew it.”
“This plot… feels way too familiar,” Su Ming internally groaned.
Wasn’t this just a gender-swapped version of that Xiao family kid’s story?
If I go to break off the engagement now, will I hear “Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—don’t bully a girl when she’s poor”?
With so many precedents, breaking it off now would likely result in Luo Ningshuang storming into Three Saints Sect three years later to hand him a letter of dissolution instead.
Still, Su Ming was intensely curious—what kind of heaven-defying opportunity had his fiancée encountered that could even suppress her innate Dao marks?
“System, how many Destiny Points would it cost to plunder my fiancée’s opportunity?”
[Host’s current Destiny Points are insufficient for plundering. Spending 100,000 Destiny Points can interfere with Luo Ningshuang’s opportunity]
The fact that 100,000 points could only achieve interference showed how terrifying Luo Ningshuang’s opportunity must be.
But wasn’t this actually good news for Su Ming?
After all, no matter what, wasn’t Luo Ningshuang still his fiancée? How much trouble could she really cause?
Moreover, this was precisely the easiest time to win her over.
Providing help in desperate times always worked better than offering favors when they weren’t needed.
“Meng Shu, what kind of talk is this? No matter what, she’s still my fiancée—how could I abandon her so callously? My reputation matters, but doesn’t hers matter too?”
“Put yourself in her shoes—if I cast her aside in this situation, what would people say about her?”
“I never imagined my fiancée was suffering such tribulations… If not for the upcoming Sect Grand Competition, I’d go see her personally!”
Hearing this, a look of shame crossed Meng Shu’s face.
Putting himself in Luo Ningshuang’s position, he suddenly understood how cruel that reality would be.
“Meng Shu, I’ll write a letter now—please deliver it to my fiancée. Also, we can share some of our resources with her.”
“Young Master… the resources the master and mistress left with me have… have already been exhausted…”
Meng Shu looked somewhat embarrassed as he said this.
Over the years, Three Saints Sect had used every excuse to pin blame on Su Ming, extorting resources from Meng Shu as his guardian.
No matter how much Su Wu had left behind, it couldn’t withstand such constant depletion.
“None left? Then go ask Li Jianping for some! Perfect timing—get two Three Saints Golden Lotuses to bring to my fiancée!”
Meng Shu’s eyes gleamed before he turned and left the room.
Moments later, Li Jianping’s furious roars and spiritual energy clashes echoed through Three Saints Sect.
As for Su Ming, he was contemplating how to word his letter to Luo Ningshuang.
Despite two lifetimes of experience, this was his first time writing to a woman.
“Luo Ningshuang and I have only heard each other’s names—jumping straight into emotional expressions would be inappropriate…”
Su Ming pondered as he slowly began writing. By the time he sealed the letter, the spiritual energy disturbances within Three Saints Sect had ceased.
Meng Shu returned, looking rather pleased.
“Young Master, Li Jianping initially refused, so I beat him up. After that, he obediently handed over the Three Saints Golden Lotuses.”
“Meng Shu, careful with your words. You merely engaged in a friendly sparring session.”
“Young Master speaks wisely. I merely pointed out flaws in Li Jianping’s swordsmanship during our spar. In gratitude, he gifted me five Three Saints Golden Lotuses.”
Looking at the five golden lotuses in Meng Shu’s hands, Su Ming could scarcely imagine what kind of beating Li Jianping had endured.
To which Su Ming could only say: Serves him right.
“Young Master, take these three for your cultivation. I’ll deliver the remaining two to your future wife.”
Su Ming shook his head at the offered lotuses.
“Keep these three for your own refinement. Just deliver the remaining two to my fiancée.”
Meng Shu initially wanted to refuse, but seeing Su Ming’s firm gaze, he obediently stored away three lotuses.
“Please deliver this letter to my fiancée.”
“This old servant will not fail your trust.”
Taking the letter, Meng Shu departed Three Saints Sect.
The gatekeeping elders pretended not to see him—after witnessing his clash with Li Jianping, none in the sect dared obstruct him.
Even though Three Saints Sect was currently under strict lockdown.
Li Jianping sensed Meng Shu’s departure, gritting his teeth as he stared at his broken sword.
He’d assumed Su Ming’s guardian was only slightly stronger than himself, but their actual confrontation proved otherwise.
Meng Shu’s weapon had reached the half-step Void Realm. Breaking his Lifebound Flying Sword was effortless—taking his life would’ve been equally simple.
Thus Li Jianping had wisely surrendered, then humbly offered the golden lotuses.
“Su Ming! Let’s see how long you can keep gloating! Tomorrow I’ll have you publicly defeated by Chu Fan before everyone’s eyes!”
Clearly, Li Jianping blamed Su Ming for this humiliation.
After all, without Su Ming’s orders, his guardian wouldn’t have come causing trouble.
With a dark expression, he flew toward Green Sun Peak.