Jun Wushang Breaks Off the Engagement!

Before that.

His primary task was to ensure Qingcheng's stability and the safety of its people.

As for the rest, he'd let him handle it himself.

Putting away the letter.

Wei Qing's gaze fell on Jun Wushang: "Spit it out. What are you really doing in Qingcheng this time?"

From his understanding of Jun Wushang.

This kid was definitely not the type to give up cultivation just to see a brother.

"Heh heh, knew I couldn't fool you." Jun Wushang's face reddened. "It's just—my mother arranged a childhood betrothal for me, right?"

"Right now, my mind's entirely on cultivation, so... I'm here to break off the engagement!"

"Since you're here too, help me figure out how to call it off without offending the other side."

Wei Qing was taken aback.

Break off an engagement?

Why did this plot feel so familiar?

Beside him, Zhang Zhidong was also staring at Jun Wushang like he was some kind of freak.

Thinking to himself, is this kid out of his mind?

You come knocking on the door to break off an engagement, and you still want to avoid offending them.

Jun Wushang scratched his head lightly. "I just don't want to hold the girl up either."

"What's the girl's name?"

"I think it's Zhang Xue."

"What?"

Before Wei Qing could speak, Zhang Zhidong beside him couldn't hold back and shouted out loud.

"You little brat—you wouldn't be Jun Wushang, would you?"

"Yeah."

Jun Wushang paused slightly, then slowly nodded, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

It's over!

Seeing this, Wei Qing instantly understood what was going on.

He began silently praying for his good brother.

"What's wrong with my daughter that you dare to break off the engagement!"

Rage blazed in Zhang Zhidong's eyes, as if he wanted to devour Jun Wushang.

Truly, trouble falls from the sky while a man sits at home.

A moment ago, he'd been mocking the kid in his heart for being brain-damaged.

The next second, he'd swallowed his own bitter pill.

"Huh?"

Jun Wushang was dumbstruck on the spot, wanting to slap himself.

Talking about breaking off an engagement right in front of his future father-in-law.

What rotten luck did he have to walk straight into the muzzle like this?

Zhang Zhidong stared hard at Jun Wushang. "Speak. Today, unless you give me a reason that convinces me, don't even think about leaving this room."

"That's right, I want to hear it too."

With a deafening bang, the door was suddenly kicked open from outside.

A woman in fiery red robes burst into the private room like a blazing flame.

Over and out—it's all over!

Wei Qing propped his forehead with one hand and shook his head helplessly.

No need to guess—the main event had arrived.

"Oh dear, Xue'er, why are you here?"

Seeing the newcomer, the anger on Zhang Zhidong's face instantly faded, replaced by a kindly father's smile as he went to greet her.

"Mother sent me to call you home, Father."

Zhang Xue stated her purpose, but her gaze was fixed angrily on Jun Wushang.

Jun Wushang was completely at a loss now.

Thinking to himself, Heaven, just strike me with lightning and knock me out already.

What kind of mess is this?

Proposing to break off an engagement right in front of one's prospective father-in-law was already awkward enough.

Now, with a fiancée he had never even met standing right before him, how was he supposed to bring it up?

Before coming, he had planned to find Wei Qing and discuss a solution that would satisfy both sides—resolve the matter without offending the woman's family.

What a load of crap!

Right, Wei Qing!

Jun Wushang shot a pleading look at Wei Qing.

But Wei Qing completely ignored his plea.

Calmly picking up his teacup, he used his fingers to gently stir the tea leaves floating on the surface.

As if there was some treasure hidden inside that cup.

"Go on, then."

Zhang Xue urged again.

"This... well..."

Jun Wushang's mouth twitched, his words coming out all tangled.

"'This' what? Weren't you talking pretty big just now?"

"Daring to break off my marriage." Zhang Xue instantly transformed into an enraged tigress, roaring, "If anyone's breaking it off, it's me breaking it off with you."

"Right here, right now. As long as you, Jun Wushang, can beat me in a fight, this marriage—I, Zhang Xue, call the shots. Consider it broken!"

"A fight?"

A light gleamed in Jun Wushang's eyes.

The moment he heard there was a fight to be had, his entire demeanor sharpened, and his gaze toward Zhang Xue no longer wavered.

Damn it.

This was going to go wrong.

Seeing this, Wei Qing moved to step in and stop them.

After all, breaking off the engagement was Jun Wushang's fault to begin with, and that kid never knew his own strength.

If he ended up injuring Zhang Xue...

Things would get serious.

Zhang Zhidong stepped forward, blocking Wei Qing, and said with great confidence, "Your Excellency, please calm down. Let my daughter teach this brat a lesson."

"Brother Zhang, this matter is indeed Wushang's fault, but if he hurts Miss Xue..."

"Your Excellency, rest assured. He cannot harm Xue'er."

"Oh."

Seeing Zhang Zhidong so confident, Wei Qing took a proper look at Zhang Xue for the first time.

If he hadn't looked, he wouldn't have known.

But looking gave him a shock.

Well, well!

Zhang Xue was not only a martial artist, but she was also at the Eighth-Rank Mid Stage—a full minor realm above Jun Wushang.

At that point.

The worry in Wei Qing's heart finally settled.

As the two were speaking, Zhang Xue accelerated her steps, charging up to Jun Wushang. Her right fist clenched tight, she raised it and drove it straight at his face.

Seeing this, Jun Wushang shifted his body, easily dodging her fierce strike, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Xue's attack missed, but her offense didn't let up. She spun her body again, her left hand forming a claw, stabbing toward Jun Wushang's eyes.

Jun Wushang raised his palm to block, while simultaneously jerking his right knee upward, slamming it hard into Zhang Xue's abdomen.

Trade a wound for a wound.

The moment they clashed, Jun Wushang realized that Zhang Xue's strength was actually a notch above his own.

To win, he would have to pay a price.

Zhang Xue saw through his intention in an instant. She turned her claw into a finger, tapping the numb nerve on his right knee, while retreating half a step.

The moment her foot landed, her left leg whipped out like a lash, driving straight at Jun Wushang's groin.

His right leg suddenly went numb, and Jun Wushang staggered, his balance instantly broken.

The corner of his eye caught Zhang Xue's attack, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He thought to himself, This girl is way too ruthless—she's trying to make sure I never have heirs.

It was just a broken engagement.

Did she have to be this vicious?

His left foot slammed into the ground, and his figure shot backward several steps.

Yet Zhang Xue was a step faster, driving a vicious kick straight at his chest.

Jun Wushang crossed his arms in front of his chest, stumbling back three full steps with a heavy "thud thud thud" before barely managing to steady himself.

Seeing this, a sharp glint flashed in Zhang Xue's eyes as she pressed forward.

The next moment, her attacks suddenly accelerated.

Palm shadows flew, fists howled, fingers crackled with electricity, and leg strikes lashed like whips—every move targeted the chin, eyes, acupoints, groin, and other vulnerable spots on the human body.

Jun Wushang was instantly forced into a defensive stance.

He parried each strike as it came.

But he couldn't mount an effective counterattack.

It's over.

Seeing this, Wei Qing knew that Jun Wushang had lost this match.

At the same time, he was surprised by Zhang Xue's rich combat experience.

He cast a questioning glance at Zhang Zhidong.

"Hehe, Xue'er's mother is the first Guardian Envoy in the history of the Heavenly Realm Division to enter martial arts through medicine."