The “Good Fortune” inn’s entrance was surrounded by cultivators watching the excitement.

The young lady stood quietly, not showing the slightest confusion despite this sudden situation. The morning sunlight cast a pale golden layer over the camellia tree at the inn’s entrance. The girl’s dress hem swayed in the wind. She had eyes as bright and clear as a young deer in the forest, long eyelashes, a slender nose bridge, and lips red as rosy clouds. This should have been a charming and radiant beauty—if one ignored the right half of her face.

On her right cheek, several glaring black marks crawled across her fair skin, brutally destroying what should have been moving beauty.

Whispered conversations arose from all around.

“Is this Young Master Wang’s fiancée?” Duan Xiangrao covered her mouth as if frightened, hiding behind Wang Shao. “This…”

“What is that thing on your face?” Wang Shao also stepped back, his gaze avoiding Zanxing’s face as if disgusted by what he had just seen.

“Young City Master,” Hong Su became anxious, “our Miss was injured by a demon beast’s demonic qi underwater, which is why she was disfigured. Could the Young City Master please take our Miss to a medical hall? Perhaps it can be healed.”

“Injured by demonic qi?” Duan Xiangrao was surprised. “I’ve heard that demon beasts’ cultivation is equivalent to a cultivator’s late Foundation Establishment stage. If injured by demonic qi, I’m afraid only high-grade spirit medicines could heal it, but high-grade spirit medicines…”

High-grade spirit medicines were incomparably precious; even having spirit stones didn’t guarantee being able to buy them. If a cultivator obtained high-grade spirit medicines, they would certainly use them for their cultivation breakthroughs. How could they give them to an ordinary woman to heal her face?

“I heard that the Taiyan Sect has countless spirit medicines and pills…” Hong Su still wanted to fight for it.

“But the monthly allocation of spirit medicines and pills also has fixed portions,” Duan Xiangrao timely interrupted.

Having been repeatedly interrupted, Hong Su looked at her, extremely annoyed: “You woman, why do you keep interrupting people!” She noticed Duan Xiangrao holding Wang Shao’s arm, her heart stirred, and suddenly understood. She then said with righteous indignation: “I know now—you fox spirit, you want to seduce our Young City Master!”

Hong Su suddenly lunged at Duan Xiangrao.

Duan Xiangrao smiled slightly, not even looking ahead as she struck at the rushing Hong Su with one palm. She was already at the second level of Foundation Establishment, so even without using elemental power, one palm sent Hong Su flying.

Hong Su crashed into the camellia tree’s trunk and didn’t get up for a long while.

Everything happened too quickly for Zanxing to stop it. Seeing this, she hurried to Hong Su’s side, helped her up and held her in her arms, asking: “Are you alright?”

Hong Su looked at Zanxing, her gaze falling on the black marks on Zanxing’s right cheek, then looking at Duan Xiangrao standing beside Wang Shao with a smug expression. Her heart became even more indignant as she loudly reminded: “You… don’t forget your place! The Young City Master’s fiancée is our Miss, not you, you fox spirit!”

“Really?” Duan Xiangrao laughed carelessly, moving close to Wang Shao’s ear and asking softly: “Young Master Wang, do you want to marry this young lady as your wife?”

Wang Shao frowned, looking at Zanxing who was holding the little girl.

Miss Yang was truly beautiful, but her temper was also truly bad. In the past, he had valued Yang Zanxing’s beauty and had become engaged to her. But Miss Yang would also occasionally throw some eldest miss tantrums. Now, coming to Pingyang Town and experiencing Duan Xiangrao’s tender affection, when he looked at Yang Zanxing again, he found her too crude and unseemly, unfit for public occasions.

Moreover, her current face was also too disgusting.

If he had to face such a woman day after day, even if he didn’t die, he’d go mad. Besides, although her facial injury might be healable, it would require high-grade spirit medicines for treatment. High-grade spirit medicines—their entire Yue City would need luck to obtain even one.

This was a losing deal.

“Young Master Wang,” Duan Xiangrao’s voice floated gently into his ear: “The surrounding cultivators are all watching you.”

Wang Shao suddenly realized that their commotion had already drawn crowds on both sides to watch with great interest.

Should he marry Yang Zanxing?

Should he let the entire cultivation world, and future senior and junior brothers of the Taiyan Sect, know that he had such an ugly, terrifying, and low-cultivation fiancée?

How could that be possible?

Immediately, Wang Shao made a decisive decision: “Yang Zanxing, the marriage agreement between us was originally just a verbal promise with no written contract. Let’s just forget it.”

Hong Su’s body trembled under the tree: “Young City Master…”

Zanxing helped Hong Su lean against the tree before standing up, turning to walk in front of Wang Shao, and asking: “What did you say?”

Wang Shao was about to speak, but when he met Yang Zanxing’s gaze, he momentarily felt somewhat guilty. If this were the Miss Yang of the past, she would surely start the routine of crying, making a fuss, and threatening suicide. However, today she appeared unusually calm, those bright eyes looking directly at him with only indifference in them, and perhaps even a bit of curiosity.

Curiosity?

Voices of cultivators watching the excitement arose around them: “Hit him! Hit this heartless man, give him a hard slap!”

“This girl is too pitiful, just abandoned like that.”

“…If you can believe men’s words, pigs can climb trees.”

Duan Xiangrao timely pinched Wang Shao’s arm: “Young Master Wang…”

Wang Shao came back to his senses, coughed lightly twice, and in a moment made his decision, loudly declaring: “I said, I want to break our engagement!”

Four words, spoken with resounding force, leaving no room for compromise.

The surroundings fell quiet.

“You want to break the engagement?” Zanxing asked.

“That’s right,” Wang Shao said: “Considering our past affection, I can give you some spirit stones as compensation…”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard laughter from the young lady in front of him.

The green-clothed young lady stood before him, the corners of her eyes curved, the smile overflowing from her pupils not feigned. But at a time like this, how could she still laugh?

“You… what are you laughing at?” Wang Shao was somewhat annoyed.

“I just feel,” Zanxing sighed, “this dialogue sounds a bit familiar.”

This engagement-breaking trope that had been overused in old-school male-oriented novels didn’t happen to the male protagonist Mu Cengxiao, but instead happened to her, a female cannon fodder? Was it because she had stolen the male protagonist’s golden finger, the Xiaoyuan Pearl, and taken away the male protagonist’s opportunities, that even the male protagonist’s exclusive face-slapping plot had fallen to her?

“Miss Yang, everyone knows you’re feeling bad right now, too,” Duan Xiangrao spoke gently. “It’s just that between men and women, excessive entanglement isn’t good either. It’s better to part on good terms.”

Zanxing’s gaze fell on Duan Xiangrao. This young lady’s ability to fan the flames from beginning to end was exactly like the standard configuration of a malicious female supporting character tool designed for face-slapping scenes.

However, since the plot had already progressed to this point, everyone was familiar with the next sequence of events.

Zanxing stepped forward, and Wang Shao watched her warily.

“Fine,” she said: “I agree to break the engagement.”