3: The fairy is anxious, don't even think about it

This palm, imbued with Nangong Mingyue's Seventh Realm Nascent Soul Middle Stage Spiritual Qi without reservation, stirred up a fierce gust of wind in the Holy Lord Hall, causing Jiang Chen's robes to flutter and rustle.

However, facing this angry strike, Jiang Chen didn't even move.

He merely raised his other hand.

“Slap.” A soft sound.

Nangong Mingyue’s palm, which was capable of splitting stone tablets, was firmly grasped by Jiang Chen at the wrist.

She couldn't move.

All her power, the moment it touched Jiang Chen's palm, sank into the sea like a stone, disappearing without a trace.

Nangong Mingyue was completely stunned.

How could this be?

Her full-strength strike, even if Jiang Chen was at the Sixth Realm Peak, it was impossible for him to take it so casually!

He didn't even retreat half a step!

Jiang Chen squeezed her slender wrist, applying a little force.

Nangong Mingyue winced in pain, and her palm involuntarily relaxed.

“Mingyue, have you been slacking off in your Cultivation?”

Jiang Chen’s teasing instantly turned Nangong Mingyue’s flushed face pale.

This was humiliation.

Naked humiliation!

“You!”

She wanted to say something more, but found that under Jiang Chen's restraint, she couldn't even mobilize a trace of Spiritual Qi.

Above the Holy Lord Hall, Jiang Shengtian and Nangong Zhuo were also completely bewildered.

Jiang Shengtian’s angry shout, which was about to come out, was stuck in his throat.

He watched his son casually subdue Nangong Mingyue, and the expression on his face gradually changed to one of surprise.

This brat...when did he become so strong?

Nangong Zhuo stumbled, almost losing his footing.

He knew his daughter’s strength very well; among her peers, she had few rivals.

But now, she was subdued by Jiang Chen, this prodigal Saint, with just one hand?

Didn't everyone say that Jiang Chen’s Cultivation was accumulated through Medicinal Pills?

Has this world gone mad?

Just as the atmosphere in the Holy Lord Hall became extremely strange, the System’s cheeky electronic voice echoed in Jiang Chen's mind.

【Ding! Congratulations, host! Villain mission overfulfilled!】

【Suppressed fiancée Nangong Mingyue, Villain Points +2000! Luck Index +100!】

【Newbie Gift Pack has been automatically opened!】

【Congratulations, host, you have received Cultivation empowerment and are Breaking Through to the Seventh Realm, Soul Transformation Realm!】

【Congratulations, host, you have obtained the supreme Cultivation Technique, “Dao Yan Heavenly Demon Scripture”!】

The moment the System prompt sounded.

Boom!

A colossal, indescribable aura, centered on Jiang Chen, suddenly erupted!

That was not Spiritual Qi, but a higher-level, profound Dao-infused pressure!

The entire Holy Lord Hall violently shook under this aura, and the space within the Holy Lord Hall showed distorted ripples.

Jiang Shengtian and Nangong Zhuo’s expressions changed dramatically.

“This is...a Breakthrough?”

“Seventh Realm! He has Broken Through to the Seventh Realm Soul Transformation!”

Nangong Zhuo exclaimed, his elegant face filled with disbelief.

A month ago, this brat failed to Breakthrough his Realm and almost killed himself.

A month later, not only did he not die, but in front of everyone, he directly stepped from the Sixth Realm Nascent Soul Peak into the Seventh Realm, which countless Cultivators dreamed of?

What a joke!

Jiang Shengtian was also full of shock.

He could feel that the aura Jiang Chen was currently erupting was pure and profound, with an incredibly stable Foundation, completely unlike someone who had just Broken Through.

Is this...is this still his good-for-nothing son?

Nangong Mingyue, at the center of the storm, felt it most acutely.

The immense pressure almost suffocated her.

She could feel that the power within Jiang Chen's body was undergoing an earth-shattering qualitative change.

If the previous Jiang Chen was a stream, then the current he was a bottomless ocean!

She stared blankly at the man in front of her.

One month.

Just one month.

What on earth had he experienced?

Jiang Chen released her wrist, allowing that power to surge through his body, washing over his limbs and bones.

“Awesome!”

“So awesome!”

“Is this the feeling of the Seventh Realm?”

Jiang Chen could feel that his perception of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was a hundred times more acute than before.

With every move, he seemed to be able to stir the power of a region of Heaven and Earth.

“Jiang Chen...”

Nangong Mingyue finally regained her composure. She looked at Jiang Chen, and for the first time, confusion and bewilderment appeared in her clear eyes.

“You...want to break off the engagement?”

She asked this question.

Jiang Chen's actions did not at all seem like he wanted to maintain this engagement.

Jiang Chen turned his head upon hearing this.

He moved his wrist and slowly tidied his disheveled sleeve.

“That’s right.”

He admitted it straightforwardly.

“Since you don’t want to marry, why should I insist on marrying you?”

“This engagement, from the start, had no meaning in its existence.”

“It’s better to just call it off; it’s good for you and me, and for both families.”

His words were calm, yet they shocked the three people present.

Jiang Shengtian opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to start.

His son suddenly became so “sensible,” and he was genuinely a little unaccustomed to it for a moment.

Nangong Zhuo’s expression, however, kept changing.

Breaking off the engagement?

This was no small matter; the alliance between the two families involved extensive connections.

If Jiang Chen were still the unmotivated wastrel he used to be, he might have gone along with it.

But now...a Seventh Realm powerhouse under twenty years old!

Looking across the entire Eastern Region, there wasn't a second one!

Such a son-in-law was hard to find even with a lantern!

And Nangong Mingyue, upon hearing Jiang Chen personally confirm his desire to break off the engagement, felt a “buzz” in her head.

A sense of humiliation, even stronger than when she was just slighted, surged into her heart.

Why?

Why was she the one being broken up with?

All along, it was she who was reluctant about this marriage, she who looked down on Jiang Chen.

Now, this man whom she looked down upon, actually wanted to actively break off his engagement with her?

How could she accept this!

“You wish!” Nangong Mingyue almost blurted out.

These three words made Jiang Chen pause for a moment; he looked at Nangong Mingyue with interest.

“Oh? Mingyue, are you...reluctant to part with me?”

“You!” Nangong Mingyue felt a tightness in her chest, choked by his words.

Of course, she wasn’t reluctant; she just couldn’t swallow this insult!

She forced herself to calm down, her mind racing.

Suddenly, she thought of something.

“Uncle Jiang.”

She turned to Jiang Shengtian, who was in the main seat.

“The Hongtian Holy Land Grand Competition, is it about to begin?”

Jiang Shengtian was startled, then nodded, “Indeed, there are still three months.”

The Holy Land Grand Competition was a centennial grand event of the Hongtian Holy Land, and also a test for the Saint.

Only by achieving first place in the Grand Competition could the Saint's position be secured.

Otherwise, he would be deposed.

Given the original host's previous character, this Saint position was already precarious.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Nangong Mingyue looked at Jiang Chen again.

Her face regained its usual coldness, even carrying a hint of provocation.

“Jiang Chen.”

“If you want to break off the engagement, you can.”

“Wait until you win first place in this Grand Competition and secure your Saint status.”

“Only then can you come and talk to me about breaking off the engagement!”

After speaking, she no longer looked at Jiang Chen, but bowed slightly to Jiang Shengtian and Nangong Zhuo.

“Father, Uncle Jiang, Mingyue is not feeling well today and will take her leave first.”

Before her words finished, she turned and walked out of the Holy Lord Hall without looking back.

Her retreating figure carried a hint of determination, and also a hint of embarrassment.

Inside the Holy Lord Hall, only Jiang Chen, his father, and the grim-faced Nangong Zhuo remained.

Jiang Chen looked in the direction Nangong Mingyue had left, a smile appearing on his face.

“Interesting, this Nangong Mingyue is quite tsundere.”