Immortal Herbs? You Think You Deserve Them? Han Yu: The Engagement Is Hereby Annulled!

Facing the sudden, terrifying pressure, Han Yu felt his breathing catch.

But Han Yu gritted his teeth, stood with his back straight, and showed not the slightest sign of retreat in his eyes.

Just as that pressure was about to descend completely upon Han Yu—

"Old Scoundrel, you're courting death!"

A thunderous roar exploded without warning.

Gu Rong's eyes flew wide, his rage soaring to the heavens.

He had never imagined that Chen Xin, that old bastard, would truly stoop so low as to lay hands on his precious grandson!

Gu Rong took a fierce step forward, shielding Han Yu firmly behind him.

Boom!

The formidable Soul Power of a peak Rank 96 poured out without restraint.

It transformed into a tangible wave of dark energy and crashed head-on into Chen Xin's oppressive sword intent.

The powers of two Titled Douluos collided violently within the courtyard, producing a piercing sonic boom.

"A joke?"

Gu Rong glared at Chen Xin, his voice filled with bone-chilling coldness and fury.

"You call being cuckolded a joke?

Did a donkey kick you in the head, you old bastard?!"

"I'm telling you, Chen Xin!

My good grandson is a twelve-year-old Quasi-Soul King. Is your precious disciple even worthy of him?!

If you dare touch a single hair on my grandson's head today, I'll tear your bones apart right now!

Do you really think that just because I've broken through, I'm still afraid of that lousy sword of yours?!"

Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi were utterly stunned.

In their rage earlier, they had not examined him closely.

Now that their pressures clashed head-on, Gu Rong's genuine peak Rank 96 aura was fully exposed before them!

"Old Bones, your Soul Power..."

Chen Xin's pupils contracted sharply, disbelief written all over his face. Even the sword intent he had released began to fluctuate violently.

"You broke through directly to peak Rank 96?!

How is that possible?!"

At the level of a Titled Douluo, even advancing a single rank required years, if not decades, of arduous cultivation.

Gu Rong had merely gone into seclusion once. How could his Soul Power have risen by an entire rank?

And even reached the peak directly?!

Ning Fengzhi also drew a sharp breath, his heart suddenly racing as he asked eagerly:

"Uncle Gu, the extent of your Soul Power increase is simply too unreasonable!

Could it be that you... obtained some peerless heavenly treasure?"

Faced with Ning Fengzhi's question, Gu Rong merely let out an exceedingly disdainful sneer, with no intention of answering whatsoever.

Seeing the shocked looks on their faces, Han Yu's gaze behind Gu Rong grew increasingly cold.

Heavenly treasures?

Of course there were some.

Originally, after Gu Rong emerged from seclusion, he had privately discussed something with Han Yu.

After all, they all belonged to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

They had planned to give Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi an Immortal Herb each.

One would help Chen Xin break through the bottleneck that had trapped him for years and allow him to reach Rank 97 in one stroke.

The other, an Aromatic Silk Beauty, had been specially reserved for Ning Fengzhi.

It would allow his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul to break the shackles preventing it from ever surpassing seven rings and complete its Martial Soul Evolution.

But now?

Looking at Ning Fengzhi's shameless face as he downplayed everything to protect Ning Rongrong—

And Chen Xin's lofty manner, even going so far as to bully the young by attacking Han Yu...

Give them Immortal Herbs?

Now, it seemed entirely unnecessary!

"Fengzhi, how I broke through is none of your concern."

Gu Rong sneered, his tone openly mocking.

"Right now, we're discussing Rongrong and Yu'er!"

Ning Fengzhi choked on his words, his face alternating between green and white.

He understood Gu Rong's temper all too well. Once Gu Rong started protecting his own, he recognized no family or friends.

What was more, Gu Rong's strength now vaguely surpassed Chen Xin's.

Before Ning Fengzhi could speak again, Han Yu slowly stepped out from behind Gu Rong.

He looked at Ning Fengzhi. He did not even call him Uncle Ning anymore, and his voice was calm yet piercingly cold.

"Sect Master Ning, since you believe that Ning Rongrong fooling around with another man is merely 'children being ignorant.'

And since Sword Douluo believes that my being cuckolded is merely 'a joke'..."

"Fine.

This engagement is annulled."

The moment those words fell, Ning Fengzhi's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly stepped forward.

"Yu'er!

Marriage is no child's play!

Your parents entrusted you to me back then, and this engagement was arranged by the elders.

How can you simply call it off whenever you please?!"

"Entrusted me to you?"

A mocking curve appeared on Han Yu's lips.

"My parents sent me to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to be fostered.

They did not send me here to become a live-in son-in-law, much less to suffer such humiliation from you!"

"From today onward, Ning Rongrong and I have nothing to do with each other.

Whichever food-system Soul Master she wants to get cozy with is her own freedom. It has nothing to do with me!"

"Insolence!"

Chen Xin burned with rage, and sword energy began to hum faintly in his hand once more.

"You insolent brat!

Do you think an engagement with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can be broken off just because you say so?!"

"What?

Old Scoundrel, are you trying to force a deal down our throats?!"

Gu Rong suddenly stepped forward, and the terrifying pressure of peak Rank 96 surged once again, locking firmly onto Chen Xin.

"If my grandson says the engagement is off, then it's off!

I'd like to see who dares force him today!

If you old bastard bark one more word, I'll level this entire courtyard today!"

"Uncle Gu!

Please calm down!"

Ning Fengzhi was truly panicking now. He hurriedly stood in front of Chen Xin, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Yu'er is angry right now. He's only speaking in anger. Why are you joining in this nonsense too?!

If word gets out, where will the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's reputation go?"

"Reputation?

You aren't ashamed of yourselves, yet you're afraid of what others might say?!"

Gu Rong spat without mercy.

"Fengzhi, I'm telling you, this engagement will be annulled!

If you feel you can't save face, then announce to the world that your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect cast off my grandson. I don't care!"

Gu Rong turned to Han Yu, and his originally ferocious face instantly became incomparably gentle.

"Good grandson, let's go!

Grandpa will take you to the Star Dou Forest to hunt a soul ring!

We're not staying in this rotten place any longer!"

Han Yu nodded. Without giving Ning Fengzhi or Chen Xin another glance, he turned and left with Gu Rong.

Watching their resolute backs disappear, Ning Fengzhi felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Chen Xin watched the pair depart, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Sword energy flashed around him as he moved to forcibly stop them.

"Uncle Sword, don't chase them."

Ning Fengzhi grabbed Chen Xin's arm tightly. He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, letting out a long sigh.

"Fengzhi!

Are we really going to let them leave just like that?

That boy's talent..."

Chen Xin said urgently.

"What would stopping them accomplish?"

Ning Fengzhi gave a bitter smile, his face filled with dejection.

"Haven't you seen it yet?

As things stand, Yu'er has no sense of belonging to the sect at all.

What's more, our attitude just now has thoroughly chilled Uncle Gu's heart.

He is now a peak Rank 96. If we truly push him too far, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect may well be torn apart."

Chen Xin clenched his fists, gritting his teeth in fury, yet there was nothing he could do.