Ever since transmigrating into this book, Fang Xuan hadn't really gotten to know this cultivation world properly.
Previously, he was either sunbathing at the Qingyun Sect, fighting in secret realms, or figuring out how to be trained by his senior sister.
Wandering aimlessly through the bustling capital of a mortal kingdom like this felt quite comfortable.
However, time was a bit tight.
He planned to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm before returning to the Qingyun Sect.
This shouldn't be much of a problem.
Mainly, it was because he had found a shortcut.
Other cultivation methods, such as meditating to absorb spiritual energy, refining spirit stones, taking pills, or gaining insights through life-and-death combat, were all too slow.
But his shortcut was simple and enjoyable.
He just had to use his charms a bit and charm his senior sister.
After all, they say a man can sell his dignity, but his cultivation must remain high.
So, Senior Sister, please help me break through!
...
Ning Xian simply pulled him along, continuing to walk unhurriedly through the bustling streets.
Her pace was steady, and her target seemed clear, yet it also felt like a casual stroll.
However, her cold and transcendent face was far too eye-catching on a street filled with the aura of common mortals.
Still, no one dared to stare at the two of them.
"Senior Sister," Fang Xuan stopped.
Ning Xian was pulled to a stop by him and looked up at him slightly.
Just as she was about to ask what was wrong, another thought flashed through her mind.
Junior Brother seems... to have grown a bit taller again?
Previously, he was only half a head taller than her, but now it felt like more than that.
Why was he growing so tall?
"What is it?" she asked.
Fang Xuan didn't answer her question directly but looked toward the end of the street.
The festive sound of instruments echoed from there as a procession draped in red and decorations slowly approached.
"Senior Sister, someone is getting married."
Ning Xian glanced in the direction he was looking.
A luxurious red carriage and a joyous wedding party—it was indeed a lively scene of a mortal wedding.
Her face remained expressionless; she didn't seem to feel much about such human celebrations.
Cultivators had long lives and were accustomed to life and death; mortal weddings were, perhaps, nothing more than a fleeting ritual in her eyes.
Fang Xuan found it quite interesting and pulled Ning Xian to stand by the side, intending to watch the wedding procession pass.
However, just as the flower sedan reached the intersection not far in front of them.
"Neigh—!"
A horse whinnied.
A magnificent black horse charged from a side street, and the rider was a man in black martial attire with an arrogant air between his brows.
Faint ripples of spiritual energy emanated from him; he was actually a great cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage.
The black horse blocked the wedding procession directly, causing a panic among the porters and musicians.
"Stop the carriage!" The man pulled the reins and stared directly at the large red sedan chair.
The crowd that had been watching the excitement instantly erupted into a buzz of discussion.
"Oh! Isn't that Young Master Li Zhen of the Li family?"
"Li Zhen? The genius who was accepted as an inner disciple of the Xuanhuo Sect?"
"Yes, yes! I heard he reached Foundation Establishment at a young age. Incredible!"
"What is he doing? Blocking the wedding carriage? This... this is the Third Prince's wedding!"
"The Third Prince? Hmph, that trash prince with no spirit roots? Aside from being born well, what ability does he have? Miss Zhaoqing is said to have spirit roots and was even scouted by the Lingxi Sect. Marrying a mortal is truly..."
Fang Xuan pricked up his ears and instantly pieced together the general plot from the surrounding discussions.
Bride: Wang Zhaoqing, daughter of the Prime Minister, has spirit roots, chosen by a sect called the Lingxi Sect.
Original Groom: Third Prince of the Tianlan Kingdom, Chen Fan. Key information—no spirit roots, a mere mortal.
Wedding Crasher: Li Zhen, the bride's cousin, Foundation Establishment cultivator, inner disciple of the Xuanhuo Sect, a genius figure.
Summary: A genius Foundation Establishment cousin is blocking the carriage on the street to snatch his cousin from a trash mortal prince.
Fang Xuan blinked, ready to watch the show.
This Tianlan Kingdom was indeed worthy of being a nation established in the Southern Wilderness; the plot was quite dramatic.
At this moment, Li Zhen released his full Foundation Establishment aura.
Although it was nothing to cultivators, it was like a mountain pressing down on the surrounding mortals, making it difficult for them to breathe. They lowered their heads, not daring to look directly.
Li Zhen was very satisfied with this effect. His gaze swept over the silenced crowd and finally fixed on the flower sedan.
"Today, I, Li Zhen, shall announce to the world! Qing'er is mine! She and I are in love. How can she marry a mediocre fool who cannot cultivate and waste her entire life?"
Before his voice had even faded, a window on the second floor of the Drunken Immortal Restaurant, where an argument had been heard earlier, suddenly slammed open with a bang.
A figure tumbled out, rolled down, and fell onto the street, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The man was wearing ordinary clothes. He struggled to climb up and shook his head, appearing to be quite drunk.
The crowd stirred once again.
"Eh? Isn't that... the Third Prince?"
"Prince Chen Fan? Why is he... this drunk at the Drunken Immortal Restaurant?"
"And he was kicked out? This..."
Li Zhen was also stunned for a moment, and then a look of unconcealed mockery appeared on his face as he looked down at the pathetic prince who had climbed up.
"Oh, look who it is. Isn't this our groom, the Third Prince? Why aren't you preparing at your manor? Why are you getting drunk at a restaurant and getting kicked out? Tsk tsk, how... unseemly."
Prince Chen Fan seemed to have finally sobered up a bit. He wiped the dust from his face and took in the scene before him.
The cousin blocking the way, the stopped carriage, the onlookers, and the pointing whispers.
A bitter and helpless smile appeared on his face. He said nothing but silently brushed the dirt off his clothes.
He lowered his head and stepped aside, seemingly wanting to hide himself in the crowd.
This submissive and incredibly cowardly appearance drew even more sighs and whispers of contempt from the surroundings.
"The Third Prince is just too... Sigh!"
"He's a prince at least, how can he have no backbone at all?"
"No spirit roots, no talent. What else can he do? What other choice does he have?"
Just then, the curtain of the flower sedan was lifted by a fair hand.
The bride, Wang Zhaoqing, stepped out on her own.
She wore a phoenix crown and ceremonial robes, with exquisite makeup; she was indeed a beauty.
However, there was no bridal shyness or joy on her face, only a cold indifference.
Her gaze toward Chen Fan was filled with unconcealed contempt.
She spoke to Chen Fan, her voice carrying across the street: "Prince Chen Fan."
Chen Fan's body stiffened slightly as he looked up at her.
Wang Zhaoqing continued, "My Prime Minister's Manor has served Tianlan for generations. In terms of power, we are not necessarily inferior to the royal family. Now, I have been scouted by a senior of the Lingxi Sect and will soon enter the immortal gate to pursue the Great Dao of longevity."
Her gaze swept over the crowd and finally landed back on Chen Fan's dull face. "As for you, you don't even have the most basic spirit roots. You are destined for a mortal life, turning to dust in a hundred years."
"Between you and me, there is already a difference between clouds and mud. This marriage should never have existed. Today, I shall speak clearly in public: from now on, the engagement is void, and we have no further connection."
...
Fang Xuan's eyes widened as he listened. It was actually the legendary annulment of an engagement.
In the world of novels, you really shouldn't annul engagements like this.
The daughter of the Prime Minister publicly annulling a prince's engagement and saying the Prime Minister's Manor is no worse than the royal family...
This kind of plot could only exist in a novel.
As expected, the power system of the novel world is the only real logic.
He suddenly remembered the wealthy prince his senior sister had mentioned. Looking at the drama unfolding before him, he leaned toward Ning Xian's ear.
"Senior Sister, you said that prince was very rich... Could it be this one?"
Ning Xian's gaze swept over Chen Fan, then at the arrogant Li Zhen and the cold Wang Zhaoqing, and she gave a soft "Mm."
"Then, should we go in now?"
After saying that, Fang Xuan was about to step forward.
Ning Xian's hand, which was holding his, tightened slightly as she pulled him closer to her side. "It's not the right time."
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