Lower Realm, Heaven Mending Sect
"What? You're my fiancé?!" A young girl's shocked voice echoed, causing the grand hall to tremble slightly.
She was a youthful figure, clad in robes whiter than snow, her dark hair flowing freely. An otherworldly aura radiated from her, as if she were untouched by mortal concerns.
A veil covered her delicate face, but her large, misty eyes sparkled with life, like those of a sprite, inviting curiosity and exploration.
This was Yue Chan's secondary body, nearly identical to her primary form. Even as a child, she had been a beauty, adored by many.
Yet now, this poised and sacred maiden was utterly flustered, all because of the small boy before her and the words he'd just spoken.
"That's right. Our marriage was arranged by the sect elders when we were born. I'm your fiancé," Lin Fan declared with utmost seriousness.
Yue Chan's secondary body froze, her mind blanking out. A fiancé? Out of nowhere?
This was too sudden…
Just this morning, the Sect Master had summoned her to the hall, saying an esteemed guest from the Upper Realm had arrived, specifically requesting to see her. She hadn't expected a boy younger than herself.
And the moment he arrived, he claimed they were betrothed—bound since birth.
"Do you have any proof? Words alone aren't convincing," Yue Chan said skeptically, unwilling to take him at face value.
She glanced at the Sect Master, who shook his head, indicating he knew nothing of this.
Not only the Lower Realm's Heaven Mending Sect Master but also the other elders were stunned.
They knew the saintess had an extraordinary background, sent down from the Upper Realm as a child, but a betrothal? That was news to them.
Of course, this was all Lin Fan's fabrication. Knowing that Yue Chan in the Lower Realm was unaware she was a secondary body, he decided to have some fun teasing her.
"I have proof. Each of us holds an identical divine sword, gifted by the elders when our engagement was sealed," Lin Fan said.
In a flash, a jade sword appeared in his hand, radiating auspicious light and five-colored divine glow, illuminating the entire hall with dazzling brilliance.
Yue Chan gasped. In her jade-like hand, an identical divine sword materialized, its flowing radiance indistinguishable from Lin Fan's.
"This…" She hesitated, doubting herself. Could I really have a fiancé?
This is too cruel. My life arranged from birth, even my partner chosen? That's not the future I want.
Desperate for a flaw, she countered, "No, this sword, though remarkable, could be replicated. It's not enough to convince me."
Lin Fan smirked. Whether it's the primary or secondary body, Xiao Yueyue isn't easy to fool.
But he had one final trump card.
"I have a marriage decree from the sect elders, stamped with their seal!" Lin Fan produced a golden scroll from his robes and tossed it into the air, unfurling it.
Whoosh!
The decree blazed with light, its aura overwhelming, runes flooding the void. The hall shook violently, unsteady under the pressure.
The sect's protective array activated instinctively, a light barrier enveloping the area.
Visions erupted—heavenly chants, dragons and phoenixes soaring, golden lotuses blooming across the ground—a breathtaking spectacle!
In an instant, a terrifying wave surged from the scroll, radiating immense pressure that shook the entire sacred mountain of the Heaven Mending Sect.
Boom!
Every disciple and elder in the Lower Realm's Heaven Mending Sect fell to their knees under this divine might, trembling, unable to lift their heads, their souls quaking.
"What… what's happening? Such… immense pressure," disciples and elders stammered, drenched in cold sweat, fearing the end of days.
Lin Fan, the instigator, grinned slyly, his eyes glinting with mischief. He nodded in satisfaction, watching Yue Chan's secondary body kneel, her forehead beaded with sweat.
As for the decree's origin? It was a gift from Qing Yao. Though it held no offensive power, it was perfect for intimidation.
And it was a blank decree, bearing only a seal imbued with mysterious laws.
This feels like something that black dog would do, Lin Fan thought, stroking his chin, thoroughly amused.
But the sect's members below suffered. As long as Lin Fan didn't retract the decree, they remained pinned, forced to kneel.
"Please… young master… retract… the decree!" the Lower Realm Sect Master gasped, expending all his strength to speak, his robes soaked with sweat.
"Oh, my apologies. I zoned out—didn't realize you were still kneeling," Lin Fan said, retrieving the decree with zero remorse.
The pressure vanished, and the crowd slowly rose, wiping their brows, their respect for Lin Fan deepening.
Carrying an Upper Realm ancestor's decree? His status in the sect must be extraordinary; his background terrifying!
"So, do you believe me now?" Lin Fan asked with a chuckle, eyeing the disheveled Xiao Yueyue.
Her sweat-soaked veil clung to her fair face, her expressive eyes adding a touch of charm.
Yue Chan stared at him, dazed. Though she believed him seven or eight parts, she still resisted accepting it, her heart rejecting the idea of a fiancé.
She was proud and pure—how could someone just appear to share her life? It was unbearable.
"What did the decree say? I didn't see it clearly. Who knows if it's real?" she retorted stubbornly, refusing to yield.
"Then let's take another look," Lin Fan said with a smile, preparing to unfurl the decree again.
Instantly, the Sect Master and elders lunged forward, hands outstretched, pleading, "No, no, no, young master! We believe you. You and the saintess are betrothed…"
"And you?" Lin Fan asked, holding the rolled decree, turning to Yue Chan.
Yue Chan let out a cold "hmph," turning her head away, tacitly accepting the outcome. She wasn't about to kneel again—that was too humiliating.
But even if they were engaged, if Lin Fan turned out to be a spoiled heir who didn't meet her standards, she'd find a way to dissolve the engagement or delay it indefinitely.
Heh, this Xiao Yueyue is so gullible. If it were her primary body, she'd have slashed me with a sword and denied it outright, Lin Fan thought, barely suppressing a laugh. But the act had to go on.
He hadn't forgotten his purpose in the Lower Realm. "Prepare the teleportation array. I'm heading to Stone Country in the Desolate Domain immediately…"
He paused, glancing at Yue Chan. "And the saintess will accompany me."
"I…" Yue Chan blinked, her mind a whirl of questions. When did I agree to go anywhere?
But Lin Fan gave her no chance to protest, grabbing her arm and pulling her along, all while complaining her cultivation was too low—only eight Heavenly Passages at her age. "You need some serious training."
Yue Chan was floored. Someone's mocking my cultivation speed?
She was already exceptional. No disciple in the sect had opened eight Heavenly Passages at her age. Even the elders praised her as a peerless talent, rare in the world.
Lin Fan scoffed, "Tch, that just means you're a frog in a well."
"What?!" Yue Chan bristled, her temper flaring. No one had ever dared belittle her like this—she nearly drew her sword.
But then Lin Fan revealed his own cultivation, silencing her instantly, her expression one of sheer shock.
"Nine years old… Spirit Transformation Realm!"
Unbeknownst to them, in a secluded corner of the Heaven Mending Sect, a red-haired boy of twelve or thirteen watched the scene, seething with anger.
"Why does that brat get to be Xianzi Shijie's fiancé?!" The boy slammed his fist into a cliff face, reducing the stone to dust.
At that moment, a voice called out. A man, bearing a striking resemblance to the boy, appeared. "Zhen-di, let go of your unrealistic fantasies. Some people are beyond our reach."
"Gege, but…"
"No buts. Compared to the Upper Realm, I'm just a guardian of this sect—nothing more."
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