1: I may not marry the cold fairy!

Realms: Body Tempering, Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Spirit Sea, Core Condensation, Nascent Soul, Soul Transformation, Mahayana, Saint, Dao Integration, Quasi-Emperor, Great Emperor. (Corresponding to the first to twelfth Realms in the text.)

Brain storage.

Gentlemen, please!

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Eastern Domain.

Hongtian Holy Land.

Holy Son Peak.

The hall door, which had been closed for a month, slowly opened, and Jiang Chen walked out from inside.

He bathed in the sunlight, still somewhat dazed.

"A month... a whole month! Heaven knows how I've survived this month!"

It had been exactly one month since Jiang Chen transmigrated to this world.

Using the excuse that his original body had failed to break through and needed to heal in seclusion, he had locked himself away for thirty days.

During those thirty days, he had finally digested most of the memories of this body's original owner.

The original owner was also named Jiang Chen.

He was the Holy Son of the Hongtian Holy Land, a pure top-tier second-generation Xuanhuan figure.

As for his personality... it could be described as stopping at nothing.

Yet he was quite intelligent, treating others warmly, but in reality, he was cold and ruthless.

After digesting these memories, Jiang Chen's head hurt.

Wasn't the original owner of this body just a textbook villain script!

If his father wasn't Jiang Shengtian, the Holy Lord of Hongtian Holy Land, he'd probably have been ground to dust long ago.

"The difficulty at the start is this high."

Jiang Chen muttered to himself.

Just then, a sound transmission Jade Talisman hanging at his waist lit up.

A majestic and powerful thought directly rang in his mind.

"Chen'er, come to the Holy Lord Hall immediately."

It was Jiang Shengtian.

Jiang Chen curled his lips, restrained all unnecessary expressions on his face, and headed toward the Holy Lord Hall.

Since he was here, he might as well take it easy.

Let's first see what this cheap father wants with him.

The Holy Lord Hall was magnificent and imposing.

As Jiang Chen stepped through the door, he immediately saw the man seated high on the main throne.

He was burly and exuded authority without anger.

This was Jiang Shengtian, the Holy Lord of Hongtian Holy Land, his cheap father.

And seated below Jiang Shengtian were two other people.

One was a middle-aged man with a refined face and a gentle demeanor, smiling at him.

According to his memories, this was Nangong Zhuo, the current Clan Chief of the Nangong Family.

Beside Nangong Zhuo stood a woman.

She was tall and slender, a light blue gauze dress outlining her graceful curves.

A thin veil covered her face, obscuring her exact features, but her exposed eyes alone were enough to stir one's heart.

A name instantly popped into Jiang Chen's mind.

Nangong Mingyue, his fiancée.

The woman who, in his memories, was somewhat distant from the original owner.

"Chen'er, why don't you greet your Uncle Nangong and Cousin Mingyue."

From the main seat, Jiang Shengtian spoke with an undeniable command.

Jiang Chen stepped forward.

He first bowed respectfully to Nangong Zhuo.

"Jiang Chen pays respects to Uncle Nangong."

Nangong Zhuo nodded gently.

"nephew, no need for formalities. You've just recovered from a serious illness; take care of yourself."

Then, Jiang Chen turned to Nangong Mingyue and bowed again.

"Mingyue."

His movements were standard and impeccable.

After doing all this, he straightened up and openly sized up Nangong Mingyue before him, sighing inwardly, "The women in this cultivation world really are different."

Nangong Mingyue was also looking at him.

Her expression under the veil remained unchanged.

She didn't have much impression of Jiang Chen; it was only the long-standing engagement between their families that bound her to him.

A few days ago, she heard that he had failed to break through and nearly died.

Upon hearing the news, Nangong Zhuo immediately brought her here, but Jiang Chen had just transmigrated then and didn't see them, using seclusion as an excuse.

This time, they happened to meet.

Jiang Shengtian was somewhat pleased with his son's proper behavior today.

It seemed that this Qi Deviation wasn't all bad; at least his temper had become more composed.

"Chen'er, you've been in seclusion for a month. How do you feel?" Jiang Shengtian asked.

Jiang Chen lowered his head and replied respectfully, "Thanks to Father's blessing, I didn't die."

"My state of mind has become quite a bit clearer."

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the hall instantly became strange.

Jiang Shengtian's face twitched.

This brat still didn't know how to talk. What did he mean by 'didn't die'?

Nangong Zhuo still wore a gentle smile, but it was thought-provoking.

"nephew jokes. Surviving a disaster brings good fortune," Nangong Zhuo said, trying to smooth things over.

"Yes, good fortune."

Jiang Chen repeated, then turned his face toward Nangong Mingyue.

Jiang Chen had already reviewed all the past interactions between the original owner and Nangong Mingyue, summing them up in two words:

Slightly clingy.

For a cold and proud woman like this, following the original owner's approach would probably never work.

So, he immediately made a decision.

"Mingyue."

"I imagine the engagement between us must make you feel wronged."

His question was too direct, so direct that Nangong Zhuo's smile froze on his face.

Jiang Shengtian's expression also darkened.

This bastard! He just praised him for being more composed, and now he's going crazy?

Nangong Mingyue raised her head, her clear eyes meeting Jiang Chen's.

She hadn't expected Jiang Chen to ask that.

Shouldn't he, as before, come up seriously and say something disgusting?

"Holy Son Jiang, you exaggerate."

Nangong Mingyue spoke, her tone flat.

"The engagement is a command from our elders and a pact between families. There's no such thing as feeling wronged."

This answer was watertight, stating her position without openly rejecting the engagement.

Meaning: I accept this marriage, but only because of the Family. It has nothing to do with you, Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen understood. He took a step forward.

This movement made Nangong Mingyue subconsciously tense up.

"Oh?"

Jiang Chen let out a soft laugh.

"So, Mingyue is actually satisfied with me, her future husband?"

"You!"

Nangong Mingyue was choked by his words. Wasn't this rogue logic?

If she said she was satisfied, wouldn't she be slapping her own face?

But if she said she wasn't satisfied, that would be publicly breaking off the engagement, slapping the faces of both elders.

She could only remain silent.

But her tightly pressed lips under the veil and slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed her current emotions.

She was angry.

"Jiang Chen!"

Jiang Shengtian finally couldn't hold back and bellowed, "Is that any way to talk?"

"Apologize to Mingyue immediately!"

Jiang Chen shrugged, looking indifferent.

"Father, I just wanted to confirm Mingyue's opinion of me. Is that wrong?"

Jiang Chen spread his hands, "After all, you can't force a melon to be sweet."

"I have to consider the next few hundred or thousand years of married life."

"What if she gives me a sour face every day? How would I live?"

"Insolent!"

Jiang Shengtian was furious, slapping the armrest of his throne.

The entire hall trembled. "Shut up!"

Nangong Zhuo quickly stood up to mediate, "Shengtian, calm down, calm down!"

"Young people have their own thoughts, it's normal. Let them talk more, talk more."

He said this to soothe, but inwardly he cursed Jiang Chen thoroughly.

This little bastard was still as reckless as ever, embarrassing his daughter as soon as he arrived.

And Nangong Mingyue, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

"Jiang Chen."

Nangong Mingyue called his name. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Jiang Chen turned his head and met her gaze again.

"What am I trying to say? Don't you know, Mingyue?"

He stepped forward, moving closer.

Close enough to smell the faint fragrance emanating from her.

"You don't want to marry me."

"And I might not want to marry you either."

Jiang Chen's words grew more outrageous with each sentence.

Each one was more surprising than the last.

Nangong Mingyue furrowed her brows, her eyes fixed on Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen felt this wasn't enough. Just as he was about to continue, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind:

[Ding! host detected! The Strongest Villain System has been activated!]