I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

"Fiancé? Wan Yu, blink if you're being coerced! I'm from an ancient, respectable family, and I have no fear of the Heavenly Demon Sect!"

As luck would have it, Jiang Wanyu blinked slightly because her eyes were dry.

Immediately, Liang Feifan was more excited than if he were on drugs: "It's true, it's true!"

[The Underworld...why is this?]

An Ran, who had been secretly observing silently, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Unbelievable!

She was horrified to discover that the fortunes belonging to Liang Feifan and Jiang Wanyu were canceling each other out and declining at an alarming rate.

This is something she's never achieved in all her millions of years of hard work! For a moment, I forgot to use the elm-shaped rock formation as a joke.

"Aren't all those named An Ran a bit like that... It's very simple, using magic to defeat magic, using someone else to do the dirty work. What do you think would happen if a 'protagonist' with higher luck attacked a 'protagonist' with lower luck?"

"Besides, you said that in the future, one person will occupy six parts of 'Jiang Pavilion' and another will occupy three parts. That means there are two kinds of relationships: either an admirer who takes advantage of the situation or a capable subordinate. No matter what the outcome is, I will never lose out."

[Meow! Meow! It's feasible, it's feasible! Who knows, you might actually be able to kill the Chosen One. I always thought you were just bragging!]

"So you're just dragging me here to die???"

[Just giving it a try, don't get your hopes up too high, treat it as a casual move anyway. My investment is negligible, Yutuo, I'm learning.]

"?"

While Huang Quan and An Ran were talking, Liang Feifan unleashed a Xuan-rank spell, preparing to teach this arrogant and rude fellow a lesson.

The Fourth Elder swiftly stopped him. If Huang Quan were to take action personally, the Jiang family would be in serious trouble!

Liang Feifan roared, "It's you again! Wan Yu and I were childhood sweethearts, but you forcibly separated us, saying that Wan Yu was engaged and it wasn't appropriate. The fiancée of the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect must be pure and innocent. I'd like to ask you, how much did the Heavenly Demon Sect offer you to make this old dog work for them?"

"Childhood sweethearts? Innocent childhood friends?" Huang Quan's tone was extremely calm, but the sarcasm in his words was very obvious: "A-Qi, Mo Lai."

The sound of "Ah Qi" plunged Gu Qici back into deep memories, from which she could not extricate herself.

"Gu Qici?"

After a while, upon hearing the second urging, she hurriedly took out the ink and paper that had already been prepared from her storage ring.

Huang Quan gave her a strange look, then looked away, channeling his spiritual power to control the ink, his words flowing like dragons: "Today I have taken the liberty of disturbing your pleasant time, Miss Jiang. Please accept this."

Jiang Wanyu stared in disbelief at the letter of divorce that flew into her hand and Liang Feifan, who looked smug and said, "You're smart to know what's good for you."

She was nearly driven mad.

The two of you?

"Liang Feifan, what do you mean? Go to hell!!! Who said you were childhood sweethearts? Back then, I was sparring with people everywhere with my wooden sword. I hit you on the head twice, and then the Fourth Elder dragged me away and told me to stay away from you."

"Isn't that supposed to be a meeting at 2 a.m.?"

Huang Quan, not wanting to miss out on trouble, said in a sarcastic tone, "Huh?"

At the same time, he silently prayed, "Fight for me, Jiang Wanyu, become the sword in my hand."

Huang Quan noticed Liang Feifan's unfriendly gaze as soon as he entered the door.

He carried a sharp blade, and a murderous intent suddenly arose within him.

Even with a promise of peace.

But he realized that An Ran's gaze wasn't always on him. He was afraid of dying, afraid that one day the enemy would be too terrifying and wouldn't give him the chance to shout, "An Ran, save me!"

It's his turn! First strike! Launch a powerful attack!

Chapter Eleven: Ignore the Sword Techniques, Listen to the Wind's Whisper

“Liang Feifan has offended our distinguished guest. He shall face the wall for three days and go down to receive his punishment.”

Jiang Wanyu's expression of worry and indignation gradually faded, replaced by an intractable sense of melancholy.

She pursed her lips, revealing only half of her canine tooth, probably understanding what had happened.

This was the most reasonable statement she could come up with in a short time after careful consideration.

The most urgent task is to minimize the damage and absolutely prevent the two from actually coming to blows.

The Heavenly Demon Sect's Holy Son is known throughout the Southern Region for being arrogant and disdainful of others.

One of the most widely circulated descriptions of him is: "He was like a celestial being banished from heaven, but lacked worldly manners."

A double meaning in one sentence.

One meaning is: He is not from the same world as ordinary people.

Secondly, it means: Young people don't understand the rules.

Now, neither she nor the person her father spoke to showed any sign of objection, but Liang Feifan was furious?

Upon hearing Jiang Wanyu's reprimand, Liang Feifan not only wasn't angry, but instead smiled happily, revealing a row of neat teeth, his heart as sweet as honey.

Is she afraid that I can't defeat the behemoth that is the Heavenly Demon Sect?

She was afraid I would get hurt, and even under duress, she couldn't help but speak up for me, wanting to protect me.

How can we let such a beautiful woman down when she has put in so much effort?

He needs to prove it with his actions.

He is extraordinary, so why should he fear the Heavenly Demon Sect?

His fist clenched, and dark flames gradually covered his entire body, transforming into scales that coalesced into a hungry wolf above.

"Four Realms? Transcendental! Liang Feifan has been hiding his cultivation level?!"

Seeing his actions, Jiang Wuque and the elders were both shocked and furious, as if facing a formidable enemy. They stood in front of Huang Quan, barely managing to evenly match him.

As the two forces collided, the powerful airflow blew the other young men waiting outside the courtyard off their feet.

Huang Quan, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, still sipping the tea that Jiang Wanyu had personally brewed.

Liang Feifan's body trembled slightly, and he showed disbelief: "Uncle Jiang, it's one thing for these people to become dogs of the Heavenly Demon Sect, but now even you are going to stop me?"

"Just call me Chief Jiang. I can't accept being called Uncle. You are from an ancient and virtuous family. You have already reached the Transcendental Realm at such a young age. You are a future figure of great importance. I am not worthy of your title."

"You think you can even be associated with the Heavenly Demon Sect? Selling your daughter for personal gain?!"

Liang Feifan's next words made Jiang Wuque blush. He had meant it as a sarcastic remark, but he hadn't expected the other party to use it as a pretext for attack.

"Master Jiang, please move aside."

After downing another cup of tea, Huang Quan, without concealing his sarcasm, slowly opened his mouth.

"I haven't been exercising much lately, and now some scoundrels are daring to jump in my face?"

[Although this person's luck has been severely diminished, you can only seriously injure him now; there's absolutely no chance of killing him. The next time you meet, he'll definitely be above the sixth realm. I don't want to be helping you with your chores every day. I advise you to think carefully before you act.]

“An Ran, this one can be killed. This type of person never considers the difference in strength and dares to charge forward without thinking. He is the easiest to deal with.”

[When he's beaten half to death, he'll let out a pig-like scream: "Aaaaaah! I'll protect everything around me! You'll know you're wrong when you reach the Sixth Realm!"]

Jiang Wuque smiled apologetically, unsure whether to back down or not.

"Get out of the way!"

Jiang Wuque's imposing aura vanished instantly, and he could sense a hint of anger in Huang Quan's words.

After struggling internally for a while, he finally pulled a few elders to make way for Huang Quan.

Huang Quan did not get up, but poured himself another cup.

"What do lions and tigers have to do with each other? What do ants know?"

Liang Feifan was on high alert, his hands supporting the sky, and the wolf shadows he formed let out a mournful cry of resentment.

Although his hands were empty, his legs were slightly bent, as if he were bearing a heavy weight.

As you look upwards, the spiritual energy in this space is divided in two.

On one hand, a magnificent aura shimmered on the fictional sword, while on the other hand, a surge of spiritual energy was held up by the palm of the hand.

"How fortunate you are to have entered my sight."

Another sword aura slashed downwards like a giant wave.

When the sword energy and spiritual energy collided, it seemed to distort space, producing a deafening roar no less than thunder.

The thunderbolts struck.

It opened suddenly.

Liang Feifan was struck by the aftershock, his scales shattered, and he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing to the ground.

This is the difference between the first and second thresholds of cultivation.

The difference between the two is like heaven and earth.

The dust and smoke stirred up by the aftershocks in the air lingered for a long time.

Jiang Wuque and the elders felt a mix of emotions.

What they previously perceived as arrogance was, in a sense, a form of politeness.

It's like asking: Would they care about ants on the ground?

Would you say to an ant, "Hello, please go first"?

Would you even glance at an ant asking a question?

Just when everyone thought the dust had settled and Jiang Wuque was ready to speak up to salvage the relationship.

Someone spoke first.

"I...haven't lost yet!"

Liang Feifan, who was originally lying on the ground, suddenly braced himself with one hand and stood up with difficulty.

The clothes he was wearing were so tattered that their original patterns were no longer visible.

The blood overflowing from his mouth also stained the chest area of ​​his clothes red.

The listless wolf shadow let out a long howl as he spoke.

It stretched out its forelimbs and retracted its body, like a drawn bow. Its furious mane stood on end on its head, swirling up like a whirlwind, dark flames threatening to engulf everything.