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

Dark clouds pressed down without warning, and raindrops lashed wildly at the withered leaves that the trees could not hold back.

she cried.

Heaven and she wept together.

The cinnabar mark on my heart is hard to protect when I cry.

Chapter Three: The High-Rise Collapses on the Verge of Collapse

'Knock knock knock.'

The dull knocking startled the birds from their slumber.

A new day begins.

"Daughter, I received a wedding invitation. Your fiancé will be coming to visit soon. Do you have any thoughts on this?"

A hearty, middle-aged man's voice came from outside.

Actually it is not.

Jiang Wuque paced back and forth in front of the door, rubbing his palms together and patting his scarred, stubble-covered face, forcibly pushing away the weariness that filled him.

His eyes, filled with sorrow, bent into an arc, and his spine, worn down by life, straightened up.

In other people's eyes, he was nothing more than a spineless coward who would kneel down to beg for a miracle drug.

He was nothing more than a mediocre talent who led his family to decline.

He was just an ordinary cultivator at the third realm.

But at least, the moment the door opens, he will be a towering tree that shelters you from the wind and rain.

"Haha, did you miss your father?"

Jiang Wanyu slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and suddenly opened her eyes.

The girl shook her head and sighed with a wry smile.

Exhausted, I climbed out of bed and stretched my legs, which were numb from sitting cross-legged all night.

I took a few steps to the tea table, where a letter with fresh ink was laid out on it.

Pain was evident on Jiang Wanyu's tender face. She pursed her lips, remained silent, and her crimson eyes were filled with tears.

"To Wanyu: My senior brother Huang Quan has already made his journey and will arrive in Honglian City about a day after you receive this letter. Senior brother has always cherished his reputation and will most likely not do anything to harm you or the Jiang family, giving others ammunition to criticize you. Of course, you don't need to be happy either, as he is not friendly. Of the twenty-three betrothed women, only one remains. Senior brother values ​​profit over parting, so take good care of yourself. — Zhu Sha"

Strange signature.

The characters for "cinnabar" are not written in a purely orthodox style, but rather in bright red, cracked characters that are then pierced diagonally by a knife.

Jiang Wanyu confirmed that she did not know this mysterious person named Zhu Sha.

It's so iconic that it leaves a lasting impression after just one visit.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that someone might have created a pseudonym to avoid revealing their identity.

In any case, the other party has not shown much malice for the time being, which is good for her to be mentally prepared.

In these days, she has seen too much good, evil, beauty, and ugliness.

The servants who had once fawned over her now revealed their true colors, keeping their distance from her with a sense of "respect," and gossiping behind her back that she was probably being punished by heaven for her misconduct.

The former sisters, who called themselves members of the same clan, began to treat her coldly and turned their attention to the 'second prodigy of the Jiang family'.

The transition from a bustling business to a deserted one is not actually that difficult.

"Click".

Jiang Wanyu walked out of the room, hiding her despair and sorrow in her heart, and looked puzzled: "Dad, what brings you to see me today? I heard that the Jiang family's business has been doing poorly lately."

Having heard the phrase "offering charcoal in snowy weather," the phrase "kicking someone when they're down" naturally arose.

As an old family with a history of over 800 years in Red Lotus City, the Jiang family naturally occupies a place among the so-called "three major families".

In a world where weakness is the original sin, there is more turmoil than you might imagine.

The accumulation of primitive resources is paved with blood and sweat.

Few families dare to say that their hands are absolutely clean.

The only difference is whether one can live with their conscience or not.

The Jiang family believed they had done right by heaven and earth and had a clear conscience, but they were not entirely without mortal enemies.

A father's status rises with his daughter's son. On the day Jiang Wanyu was born, ten miles of rosy clouds filled the sky, and colorful bridges from all directions were erected to invite immortals to the summit.

It was identical to the legendary Immortal King's Body.

In the future, he will surely reach the Immortal King Physique, which surpasses the Ten Realms...

The current cultivation system in the world:

The first realm—Foundation Building—is like a towering skyscraper rising from the ground. The foundation signifies the upper limit, but bigger isn't always better. Everyone knows that bigger is better—how vulgar! Everything has its limits; too much might be too much for the body to handle.

A stronger foundation means that the resources required later will increase exponentially. Once you can no longer afford the resource consumption, the so-called invincibility in the same realm is just a castle in the air. With the same resources, others are already in the eighth realm, while you are still intoxicated by your invincibility in the fifth realm. How pathetic and lamentable.

The second realm—Qi Refining—is different from the traditional Qi Refining starting point in cultivation. In this world, only by building a strong foundation can one draw Qi into the body. The fragile bodies of mortals cannot withstand the cleansing and impact of spiritual energy. Successfully drawing Qi means officially stepping into the world of cultivators.

The third realm—Gathering Spirit—is about transforming spiritual energy into one's own. It doesn't require many skills, but mainly requires resources and persistent effort.

The fourth realm—Transformation from Mortal—is the first hurdle in cultivation, enough to wash away 99% of cultivators. Taking this step means gradually moving away from the life of mortals.

The Fifth Realm – Breaking Army: Though there are thousands of people, I will go alone. One sword can suppress an army, and one person can deceive a country. In the eyes of mortals, you are a terrestrial immortal who can open the gates of heaven with your sword.

The sixth realm—Creation—is the second threshold in cultivation, eliminating 99% of cultivators. Breaking through to this realm usually requires great fortune and great creation. It is also known as the Gate of Immortals and Mortals. Breaking through this gate increases one's lifespan by three thousand years, making immortality attainable and the Great Dao attainable.

The seventh realm—Nirvana, the third threshold of cultivation, still washes away 99% of cultivators. This step is like the phoenix's rebirth, the fish leaping over the dragon gate, going against the tide to become an immortal, going with the tide to become mediocre, success to live, failure to die. Is it to enjoy glory and wealth for three thousand five hundred years of lifespan, or a huge gamble?

The Eight Realms – Mountains and Seas, Moving Mountains and Filling Seas.

The Nine Realms – Traveling around, from the northern Yue in the morning to Cangwu in the evening, though the world is far away, there is nowhere I cannot go, and nowhere I cannot go.

The tenth realm—the Transformation Realm—is the fourth threshold in cultivation. Young people don't understand the Transformation Realm; it's about…

Above the Ten Realms—Heavenly Lord, I am the Mandate of Heaven! I reign supreme over the world.

Legend has it that in ancient times, above the heavens, there was a being named Emperor.

The imperial road has been severed for 1.3 billion years, with no prospect of return.

This means that as long as Jiang Wanyu doesn't perish along the way, he will surely become the strongest being in this world and the rule-maker.

Anomalies cannot be hidden. Since they have already been exposed, Jiang Wuque simply made up his mind.

In this old age, I'm seized by a youthful fervor, enjoying flowers and wine, paving a long street for miles, welcoming guests from all directions.

At the banquet, some wanted to kill her, while others helped her climb onto this invincible warship.

Finally, the Heavenly Demon Sect won the bid and made a marriage agreement with the 'Holy Son of the Yellow Springs' who was born with knowledge and had become a mortal at the age of eight: they were to be married when Jiang Wanyu was 28 years old.

This caused a huge uproar and made the Jiang family's status in Honglian City soar.

This marriage arrangement was even described by gossips as a sign that "Jiang Quan's talent has run dry."

The birth of these two prodigies in the Southern Region has already exhausted the fortune of the era.

Before them, any genius's so-called talent is pale, laughable, and utterly vulnerable.

It's good to rest in the shade under a big tree.

The invincible warships of the future join forces with the demonic sect that blots out the sun.

As for any member of the Jiang family, they shouldn't walk around arrogantly, as that would easily get them beaten up. So, they should just walk sideways.

But fate is cruel.

Without warning, within seven days, his cultivation at the Breaking Army Realm regressed, turning him into a 'useless person'. The golden eyes that symbolized his Immortal King Body dissipated, revealing his original crimson color.

However, her fiancé, the "Holy Son of the Underworld," continued his meteoric rise, transcending the mortal realm at eight, achieving enlightenment at twenty, and so on for twenty-three years. He had written twenty-two letters of divorce, clearly wielding his sword to sever their ties and seeking to defy fate to witness the splendor of nirvana.

The bold, hungry wolf had already smelled the blood and bared its fangs at the well-fed, fat sheep of the Jiang family, tearing off its flesh.

The timid hunters were emboldened by Huang Quan's departure and raised their longbows against the Jiang family, ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.

A storm is brewing, and the once-grand building is on its last legs, crumbling and collapsing.

Chapter Four: Morning Hair Like Black Silk, Evening Hair Like Snow

"No matter how busy I am, I can't forget my precious daughter."

Jiang Wuque looked mysterious.

"Guess what good stuff I brought you?"

Jiang Wuque's words froze her in place. She wanted to speak, but felt all her courage drained away, leaving her speechless.

How could she not guess? How dare she not guess?

These days, her father is extremely worried about her 'illness' and spends all his time searching for a miracle cure.

He even abandoned the family business and handed it over to his second uncle, who had recently shown great ambition.

This almost means handing over the position of clan leader to someone else.

"Is this my favorite flower candy?"

Jiang Wanyu pretended to be thinking hard, peeking around and looking left and right, trying to find where he had hidden the things.

She casually mentioned something.

Just kidding, who brings someone so early in the morning...

"You got it right! Hehe."

A strange yet natural, honest smile appeared on Scarface's face.

He hid his left hand, which he was about to raise, behind his back, and reached into his pocket with his right hand to pull out a carefully wrapped box of candy.

He handed it over like a treasure: "It's your favorite one, fresh out of the oven this morning. Hold it tight, be careful."

Jiang Wanyu felt a mix of emotions. She tried her best to control her trembling hands, grasped the candy bag, and peeled off the paper lid.

She picked up a candy that looked like a star and put it in her mouth.