Headache, serious headache is what Jack felt when the next time he wanted to open his eyes. His head was killing him. He slowly tried to shake off that feeling, but it was peaking in a steep curve.
After serious escalation, it was coming down, and slowly he could now open his eyes. The air seemed to be very fresh, and both of his pores were working. The first thing he saw was a person seated in front of him.
If he wanted to describe her, she was extraordinarily gorgeous—perfect in every way possible. Forget about celebrity level; she looked like an AI model, that much perfect. But he could tell she was a person because her brows looked like she was annoyed.
"You are very pretty."
"Is that what you've to say, Shen Yuan? After pretending to be asleep for so long?"
If she didn't have those magical golden eyes and flowing silky silver hair, which looked like a mythical waterfall, he would have said something mean to her; her tone was disrespectful.
'Wait?!!!! Did she just call me Shen Yuan?'
'Wait a damn moment! She's the heroine, the first female lead!!'
"I think we should break our engagement. We both don't love each other; our families are not compatible. Your clan practices the Mighty Sword Dao, while we are just a simple Water Clan."
Although she might look like she was blessed in every way, her tone was so disrespectful that even Shen Yuan—or Jack—had to frown. Although he was a sucker for pretty, she was just arrogant.
"Okay, let's break our engagement."
'Even if she had honey coming out of her mouth, I had to do it. I can't involve myself with her. If what is happening here is not a dream, then damn! I need to get the fuck out of here.'
After saying that, he looked around. They were seated in a small gazebo; it was situated in a beautiful, clear green lake. A long wooden deck was built just to come here. The white mist surrounding them looked so beautiful that Jack was slowly accepting Shen Yuan.
'This is my hand? I could have been a hand model on Earth. Wait—I don't have belly fat?'
While Yan Qingcheng sat there with a surprised face, Shen Yuan was busy exploring his own body. She still couldn't believe what he just said. Shen Yuan, the prince of Sky City, had finally let her off the hook?
"Are you serious?"
Qingcheng couldn't believe what she was hearing. When both of them were just ten, Shen Yuan's eyes landed on her. She belonged to a meager Yan Clan who practiced Water Cultivation for generations; then began their sudden rise in power. Shen Clan was the absolute ruler of Sky City, but Yan Clan was now powerful enough to stand alone in the entire empire.
"I asked, are you serious?"
Yan Qingcheng had to tap on the small table to grab Shen Yuan's attention, which she herself found absurd. Was there a time when he prioritized something more than her? She was seated here, but he was behaving like an idiot.
"Ah! Yes, Lady Yan. Of course, I am very serious. Let's annul this. From now on, you don't know me, and I don't know you. What do you say?"
Shen Yuan's trance broke when he heard a light tap. His brain was skipping her words because she started off as a rude person—just like how his manager used to be one—and he would ignore him. His brain was trained that way.
Also, his jaded white hands were not bad. He even wanted to check his abs, which he felt were there, but he couldn't in front of a person, and the jade-green robe he was wearing was too long.
"Young Master…"
"And there it is—that's who I am."
As soon as Yan Qingcheng uttered "Young Master," the word itself made Shen Yuan's blue eyes glow. The sheer ecstasy he felt couldn't be described in words. Sky City—the first city under the Azure Dragon Empire—was comparable to a kingdom in sheer magnitude; even the imperial capital looked like a backward alley in front of it.
Shen Clan, the mammoth who ruled this city like an absolute god—a letter from them could even change Imperial politics. Shen Yuan was this clan's sole heir, a man so talented in cultivation that he achieved the Golden Core Realm at the mere age of seven. People called him Son of a God.
"I don't get it… what?"
Yan Qingcheng's shock turned into a small smile as she looked at Shen Yuan. His black, lustrous hair was almost falling to the ground. She hated how handsome he was—almost like he was above everyone else—but today he seemed charming.
"I said, let's break our engagement. Not only that, we are gonna take one step ahead. I don't know you, and you have never seen me."
'God damn! I am tall.'
Shen Yuan stood up, and the table in front of him—which should have been equal to his waistline—was now almost touching his knee. The new body was something so great that the smile on his face looked fake. He was annulling an engagement, which was what he always wanted; his cold-hearted persona was breaking.
Even Yan Qingcheng had to look at his smile a few times. Usually, she loathed him, but today she felt irritable. His smile was killing her joy—the joy that was supposed to be her greatest achievement—but his smile was ruining it.
"You? That easily?"
Yan Qingcheng felt something was not right. She should be laughing, dancing with joy, but all she had now was pure shock, and he wasn't giving the reaction he should be.
"Yes, it's actually very simple. I am born with a Sword Dao Heart, which means my heart should be with the sword. But I was forcing you into it, which is not right for both of us, so we part ways here, Miss Yan."
Shen Yuan smiled. He could smell freedom. Ye Feng, a lecherous monster, would have thirty-plus women in this sole empire—the Mysterious Auction Hall Milf, the Stone Cold Sect Mistress, the Empress Dowager who was a virgin, even Shen Rou, his own little stepsister.
'Let's not take bait for a monster. I'll be fine marrying a nice woman who is gentle and kind, can smile with me, and stand by my side. Even though she's beautiful, trouble with Ye Feng is not worth it. At this point of the story, that monster already has that Heavenly Rod.'
Turning around with a casual smile, Shen Yuan could feel the freedom he always craved. No more hustle for money, no more cheesy lines to pick girls up. He was now from money—handsome enough to overshadow even the main character in his own fucking book.
'Now that I think about it, Ye Feng also kills Shen Yuan because of how inferior he felt.
"Wait!!!"
As he walked on the narrow wooden deck to reach the land, he heard an almost shriek-loud voice. He calmly looked back and saw Yan Qingcheng actually standing now.
"C… Can you tell that to Patriarch Shen? My family is not…"
"I will, of course, tell Father about this. Don't worry, Miss Yan. We will also send appropriate compensation for it."
As Shen Yuan walked away from her, Yan Qingcheng didn't feel the satisfaction she wanted to feel. She felt strange; it was as if every day someone would say, 'You're very beautiful,' but suddenly he wasn't there for her. An empty feeling gripped her.
"Maybe the happiness came too suddenly for me."