Chapter 10: The Astonished Ji Jiu'er-O cancelamento do noivado que você propôs, eu despertei o sangue do deus demônio, por que você chora?(Deus Fantasma)

Bai Zhentian’s expression shifted, and he jumped up hurriedly, downing three full bowls of wine in succession. "Brother Kun, sigh, life is full of unpredictability. I cannot blame you; it’s just that this happened so abruptly. I didn’t expect it either! We were completely unprepared for this mentally!"

"Everything I have today, Brother Zhentian, I owe to you. My cultivation, my current position as the City Lord of Liuyue, everything in this house—it is all because of you. And yet, I... sigh, what a sin I have committed! To let the relationship between our two children sour like this—it is all my fault..." Ji Kun spoke with intense agitation, pointing at the luxurious ornaments in the room, beating his chest, and roaring toward the heavens.

"Brother Zhentian, you and nephew Ling must move in here tomorrow. For these past few years, I have personally brought a sedan chair to invite you both to stay here, but you two—stubborn as mules—refused to come. My heart... it hasn't felt at ease for a single moment!" Ji Kun sighed, his face filled with guilt.

Bai Zhentian looked at the iron-willed man and the genuine, heartfelt emotions he was displaying. A gentle smile appeared on his face.

Just then, Ji Jiu'er pushed the door open. She stood obediently before Ji Kun and poured tea for the two men. Bai Zhentian remained expressionless.

Ji Kun looked at Ji Jiu'er with a mixture of frustration and disappointment. "Jiu'er, your Uncle Zhentian and I share a bond forged in life-and-death. We have faced enemies together and entrusted our backs to one another. Bai Ling is steady and handsome; you could search through thousands of men in Liuyue City with a lantern and never find someone more suitable. Have you forgotten the marriage engagement made three years ago just because you joined the Sacred Origin Immortal Palace? Marriage is a grave matter—it is no child's play! Don't tell me about your status in the Sacred Origin Immortal Palace; even if you were to ascend to the heavens, you must listen to your father! Tomorrow, you will do as I say! Go to your Uncle's house and apologize to Bai Ling!"

*Creak!*

At that moment, Mother Ji pushed the door open. Her expression was tense, her face ugly, and she gritted her teeth, roaring every word: "Hmph, I disagree! My daughter is a genius disciple of the Sacred Origin Immortal Palace, and she has even been taken in as a personal student by the Palace Master. Her future is limitless! How can she be matched with a mortal of flesh and blood? Do you want your own daughter to spend her entire life with a cripple? Are you not afraid of being the laughingstock of the world? And that is not all—let us talk about longevity. As Jiu'er’s cultivation improves, she will live for hundreds, perhaps even thousands of years. Do you want your daughter to walk out in public with an old man leaning on a cane, his teeth all fallen out?" Mother Ji concluded with a look of fury.

With that, she slammed the door shut. Family scandals should not be aired in public!

Bai Zhentian remained expressionless and simply closed his eyes, not wanting to listen anymore. This was a family matter for the Ji household. Even though he shared a deep brotherhood with Ji Kun, it was not his place to interfere. Moreover, Mother Ji’s words seemed to carry some logic.

Ji Jiu'er looked at the tense atmosphere in the room, her gaze firm. "My mind is made up. Father, Mother, please respect my decision. Besides, I will never regret what I have done today!"

Ji Kun pointed a finger at her. "Jiu'er, you..." He then let out a sharp, heavy sigh.

"Uncle Zhentian, this matter is indeed my breach of the agreement. Please, help comfort Brother Ling," Ji Jiu'er said sincerely.

Bai Zhentian remained silent. Mother Ji wore a smug look of triumph.

Suddenly!

*Bang!*

The tightly closed door was violently smashed open by a tremendous force, emitting a thunderous boom!

Following that, a red sheet of paper flew through the air at high speed. It unfolded rapidly in mid-air, and a glaring character, "Divorce," caught everyone's eyes. A palm print of fresh, crimson blood was smeared across the character.

It seemed to grow larger in everyone’s sight, hovering above the table for a moment before crashing down. The wine in the bowls on the table instantly splashed out.

The three members of the Ji family stared at the line of text beneath the "Divorce" character on the marriage document:

*Bai Ling! No need for a hundred years, not even three years—in three days, I shall battle you!*

Ji Kun’s eyes widened, his mouth agape, and he stood frozen in place. Ji Jiu'er’s gaze shook, and her previous sincerity vanished in an instant. Mother Ji’s smug expression vanished entirely as she stared blankly at the blood-stained divorce letter.

Bai Zhentian closed his eyes and the corner of his mouth twitched. *Xuan Ningyue's entrance is a bit too...* He then shook his head with a smile.

Just then, a cold female voice exploded in everyone’s ears. Only Bai Zhentian remained calm.

"Comfort? I think your heart is quite spacious, wide enough to contain all things in the world!"

A female figure appeared in the night, a hundred meters away from the house. Three breaths later, she appeared instantly just a meter outside the door.

The night breeze lifted the long hair by Xuan Ningyue’s ears. Her gaze was ice-cold, her exquisite face devoid of any expression. At this moment, she resembled a noble goddess, radiating an aura of imperial majesty.

She stepped onto the threshold and walked into the room step by step, her aura steadily climbing... Once she stepped inside, an imperial authority and dominance filled the entire room.

Xuan Ningyue flicked a jade finger, and the space ring that Ji Kun had put down earlier flew to the center of the table with a *whoosh*, snapping everyone out of their stupor. She looked coldly at everyone, her beautiful eyes radiating a noble temperament as she swept her gaze over the three members of the Ji family, excluding Bai Zhentian.

Xuan Ningyue’s lips parted slightly, her gaze icy and filled with monstrous killing intent. She stared intensely at Ji Jiu'er: "Ji Jiu'er, I introduced you to the Sacred Origin Immortal Palace because you were Bai Ling’s fiancée, hoping that once you possessed great power, you would use it to protect him. And you... how could you be so impatient?"

Ji Jiu'er felt the incoming wave of killing intent and instantly released the peak tenth-level aura of the Spirit Origin Realm.

*Boom!*

Ji Jiu'er’s energy was instantly shattered. She let out a muffled groan, retreated three steps, and spat out a mouthful of blood. Her gaze slowly turned icy. She stared fixedly at Xuan Ningyue, sensing the aura radiating from her body—an aura that far surpassed the Spirit Origin Realm.

At this moment, Ji Jiu'er’s mind was in chaos. Why did the woman in front of her look so familiar, yet so strange? After a moment of thought, her lips parted, her gaze trembled, and she looked quietly at this suddenly appearing woman...

Was she not the girl who had grown up with Bai Ling three years ago? She recognized her—the other girl was called Yueyue!

Ji Jiu'er’s thoughts returned to three years ago, when the girl named Yueyue had mysteriously disappeared from Liuyue City without a trace. In her memory, that girl had never awakened her bloodline, yet the woman before her now emitted an energy pressure a full realm higher than her own, making her chest feel incredibly heavy.

The only difference was that Xuan Ningyue was much taller than before. Her attire was not much different, but their expressions and personalities were worlds apart. They were clearly not the same person, yet they looked so similar!

Ji Jiu'er cast a probing look once more and asked softly, "Are you... Yueyue?"

Ji Kun’s mind was also in complete chaos. This aura and this face... why were they so familiar? Ever since he had been summoned by imperial decree to be the City Lord of Liuyue... he had vaguely felt he had seen her somewhere, and he had seen her many times over the past three years!

The cold, noble aura of a superior, the same gaze and expression... The only difference was that the one he knew wore a five-clawed dragon robe, while the one in front of him wore a white dress, devoid of cosmetics, yet possessing the beauty of a fairy descended to earth.