This fiancée is no ordinary woman.

"Innate Dao Patterns descended on the day of her birth. She showed talent for cultivation as soon as she gained intelligence. She officially began cultivating at five, and stepped into the Transcendent Realm at eight..."

"Besides cultivation, she also had deep research into the Dao of Alchemy. At eleven, she could independently refine most Transcendent Realm Medicinal Pills."

"In that same year, Luo Ningshuang was established as the Saintess of the Jixia Academy."

Based on these details alone, Luo Ningshuang's talent was clearly demonstrated.

She was far more terrifying than Chu Fan!

If she could enter the Transcendent Realm at eight, then at her current age, she should be at the Longevity Realm at the very least, or perhaps even the Nirvana Realm.

However, the information showed that for some unknown reason, Luo Ningshuang's Realm began to drop when she was twelve, and even her Innate Dao Patterns had completely dimmed.

The Academy Head of Jixia Academy personally investigated and even consulted the Three Saints Sect and Medicine Spirit Valley for a cure, but all efforts were in vain.

This event was indeed in the Heaven-Devouring Demon Lord's memories, but during that time, he was so infatuated with his Junior Sister Chu Yiyi that he couldn't tell north from south. How could he remember he had a fiancée?

Seeing that Luo Ningshuang had no future, and with the Heaven-Devouring Demon Lord's own ambiguous attitude, the Academy Head could only announce the revocation of Luo Ningshuang's status as Saintess.

Now thirteen, she had already fallen to the third level of the Mortal Realm. If not for her some remaining skill in alchemy, she likely would have been kicked out of Jixia Academy long ago.

"In the original novel, Luo Ningshuang was sixteen when she appeared, with a Longevity Realm cultivation. As a heroine, her Realm couldn't possibly be this low."

"I didn't expect that the setting the author failed to reconcile back then would actually be resolved now that this has become a real world."

Thinking of this, Su Ming looked toward Uncle Meng.

Since a moment ago, the other man had seemed to be hesitating to speak.

"Uncle Meng, if you have something to say, just say it."

"But Young Lord, didn't you say that if something shouldn't be said, then don't say it..."

"It's fine. I'm giving you permission to speak now."

Even as he said this, Su Ming had already guessed what Uncle Meng wanted to say.

"Young Lord, your fiancée has now lost all her talent and her future path is uncertain. Such a person is truly unworthy of you. This old servant suggests you write a Letter of Divorce to save yourself from being criticized in the future."

Uncle Meng's thinking was simple: his Young Lord's talent was rare throughout the ages, and he would inevitably leave this world in the future.

Even if a woman with no talent married Su Ming, she would only become a burden to him in the future.

Currently, the two only had an engagement and hadn't developed any feelings. Cutting ties now was the best choice.

Hearing Uncle Meng's words, Su Ming immediately wore a 'just as I thought' expression.

"This plot is too familiar..." Su Ming grumbled in his heart.

Isn't this clearly a gender-swapped version of that guy from the Xiao Family?

If I go to break the engagement now, will I hear 'Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, do not bully a young girl for being poor'?

With so many examples before him, if he broke the engagement, there was a high probability that three years later, Luo Ningshuang would storm into the Three Saints Sect to hand him a Letter of Divorce.

However, Su Ming was still very curious. Just what kind of massive Opportunity had his fiancée encountered to actually suppress even her Innate Dao Patterns?

"System, if I want to plunder my fiancée's Opportunity, how many destiny points will it cost?"

[The destiny points currently held by the Host are insufficient for plundering. Consuming 100,000 destiny points can interfere with Luo Ningshuang's Opportunity.]

100,000 destiny points could only cause interference; this was enough to show how terrifying Luo Ningshuang's Opportunity was.

But for Su Ming, how was this not a good thing?

No matter what, isn't you, Luo Ningshuang, still my fiancée? Could you really stir up some trouble?

Moreover, this current period was the easiest time to win over Luo Ningshuang.

Sending charcoal in a snowstorm is always better than Adding flowers to a brocade.

"Uncle Meng, what kind of talk is that? No matter what, she is my fiancée. How could I just abandon her? My reputation is important, but isn't her reputation important too?"

"Put yourself in her shoes. If she were abandoned by me under these circumstances, how would outsiders gossip about her?"

"I didn't expect my fiancée to be suffering such a tribulation... If the Sect Grand Competition weren't so close, I would definitely go see her personally!"

Hearing Su Ming's words, a hint of shame appeared on Uncle Meng's face.

He put himself in Luo Ningshuang's position and instantly understood what a cruel reality that was.

"Uncle Meng, I will write a letter now. Help me deliver it to my fiancée. Additionally, we can give her some of the resources we have on hand."

"Young Lord... the resources left to me by the Master and Madam have... have been used up..."

When he said this, Uncle Meng's face showed a bit of embarrassment.

Over the years, the Three Saints Sect had used various methods to pin crimes on Su Ming in order to wring resources from Uncle Meng, his Guardian.

No matter how many resources Su Wu had left behind, they couldn't withstand being fleeced like this.

"None? If there are none, go ask Li Jianping for some! While you're at it, get two three saints golden lotuses for my fiancée!"

Uncle Meng's eyes flickered upon hearing this, and then he turned to leave the room.

A moment later, Li Jianping's roar and the fluctuations of spiritual energy clashes came from the Three Saints Sect.

As for Su Ming, he was thinking about how to write the letter to Luo Ningshuang.

With the experience of two lifetimes, this was actually the first time he was writing a letter to a woman.

"Luo Ningshuang and I have each only heard the other's name. It would seem inappropriate to express affection right away..."

Su Ming pondered as he slowly began to write. By the time he tucked the letter into an envelope, the spiritual energy fluctuations within the Three Saints Sect had ended.

Uncle Meng returned with a look of slight satisfaction on his face.

"Young Lord, that Li Jianping didn't intend to give them at first, so I gave him a beating. After that, he obediently gave me the three saints golden lotuses."

"Uncle Meng, be careful with your words. You two merely engaged in a sparring match."

"The Young Lord is right. I sparred with Li Jianping and pointed out the flaws in his sword dao. To repay me, he gifted me five three saints golden lotuses."

Looking at the five three saints golden lotuses in Uncle Meng's hand, Su Ming for a moment couldn't imagine what kind of brutal beating Li Jianping had suffered.

To this, Su Ming only wanted to say one thing: Well hit.

"Young Lord, take these three to Cultivate with. I will take the remaining two to the future Young Mistress."

Looking at the three saints golden lotuses held out to him, Su Ming shook his head.

"You keep those three for yourself to refine. Just give the remaining ones to my fiancée."

Uncle Meng was about to refuse, but seeing Su Ming's firm gaze, he obediently put the three saints golden lotuses away.

"This letter, I'll trouble Uncle Meng to deliver it to my fiancée."

"This old servant will certainly not fail the Young Lord's trust."

Taking the letter, Uncle Meng turned and left the Three Saints Sect.

The Elder guarding the mountain gate saw Uncle Meng and hurried to pretend he hadn't.

The higher-ups of the Three Saints Sect had all witnessed the battle between him and Li Jianping just now.

Even their Sect Master's natal flying sword had been broken on the spot. How would they dare to stop him?

Even though the Three Saints Sect was currently under martial law.

Li Jianping sensed Uncle Meng's departure and looked at the broken sword in his hand with gritted teeth.

Originally, he thought Su Ming's Guardian was only slightly stronger than him, but it turned out to be completely different when they actually fought.

The weapon Uncle Meng used was at the Half-step Void Realm. Forget about snapping his natal flying sword, it would have been no problem at all to take his life.

So Li Jianping had decisively admitted defeat and then offered up the three saints golden lotuses with both hands.

"Su Ming! I'll see how long you can stay smug! Tomorrow, I want you to be defeated by Chu Fan in front of everyone!"

Clearly, Li Jianping had pinned this debt on Su Ming's head.

After all, if not for Su Ming's command, this Guardian wouldn't have actively sought trouble with him.

With a darkened face, he flew toward Qingyang Peak.