After Becoming the Hero's Ex-fiancée

Choose a Doorway (1)

Around her was a vast sea of clouds, beneath, were thousands of miles of mountains. Above, was the blazing sun, and the rising sun seemed to be close enough to touch. Zheng Wan had never seen such a magnificent sight, and could only look on with wide-open eyes.

But after a while, a voice came from the front.

“Don’t look too long.”

Only then did Zheng Wan draw her attention back. With Cui Wang in the lead, the members of the Guixu pressed forward in formation, each riding a flying sword, their clothes fluttering. However, they were all as taciturn as the next, even the young cultivators amongst them were bottled up tight, not uttering a single word.

“Zhenjun doesn’t seem to be surprised to see that I’ve come to the Heavenly Realms.”

Zheng Wan squeezed the silk sleeve in her hands.

Cui Wang was probably wearing the sect’s uniform. The corners of the robe were faintly shimmering with a silver light, and there were clouds and tiny swords embroidered around the cuffs and edges of the robe. These swords were not the same as the ones on the people behind them; they looked more beautiful and magnificent. Long, black hair cascaded down behind him. A strand fell on her fingertips; Zheng Wan twisted it. Unlike his cold and stiff temperament, Cui Wang’s hair was exceptionally soft.

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As expected, there was no reply.

But Zheng Wan could guess, “Did you know I would come, or did you know I could come?”

“What’s the difference.”

Cui Wang replied flatly.

That’s true.

It had been a year since they last parted unhappily. Cui Wang had not changed much. If anything, the aura around him had become colder, chilling everyone in his presence.

“Actually, back then, when I woke up the next day and heard that Zhenjun had taken Liu Yi and went to the Upper realms, I was incredibly sad. I felt so devastated that I wished to jump into the river and end things.” Zheng Wan lifted the corners of her lips. “Zhenjun is really heartless.”

“You wouldn’t.”

Cui Wang finally turned his head to look at her. His dark pupils reflected the light of the sky, turning into a glowing amber colour. When he lowered his eyes to look at her, his long, slanted eyes became elongated, making him appear extra cold and heartless.

“Even if the world ceased to exist, you, Zheng Wan, would never kill yourself.”

“What are you talking about so happily, Li Wei?”

Just as Zheng Wan was about to answer, Ming Yu Zhenjun1 caught up to them on her cloud, clad in robes bearing the seven stars of the Big Dipper. Behind her, stood a little cultivator whose hair was in two buns, and was currently looking here and there with wide eyes.

Zheng Wan made a funny face at her, and the little cultivator burst out laughing.

“Nothing much.”

Cui Wang withdrew his gaze from Zheng Wan’s face and replied mildly.

“Chiyou City is still about two hours away. If Li Wei is not comfortable, why not let me escort this little cultivator? How about an exchange?”

“No need.”

Cui Wang rejected. “It’s just two hours.”

“Oh, just two hours?”

Ming Yu Zhenjun nodded seriously, “Liwei, this is not like you.”

Others did not know it, but Ming Yu understood the temperament of this friend the best.

Because of his handsome looks and exceptional talent, Li Wei had been constantly troubled by female cultivators since childhood. Usually, he wouldn’t even say a word to female cultivators, let alone give them a ride. But she had seen it just now—Li Wai had actually spoken to someone, and just now, he was clearly the one who had taken the initiative to give her a ride, and even let her tug on his sleeve.

This feeling was very subtle, and only women would be able to pick up on it.

Zheng Wan kept her eyes down, not letting herself meet Ming Yu Zhenjun’s eyes. Perhaps it was because of the deduction skills she practiced, when their eyes met, Zheng Wan felt like she was being seen through and through.

However, everything that she saw in the dream automatically appeared in her mind. If she remembered correctly, this Zhenjun would cease to make an inch of advancement after entering the Formlessness stage, and in the end…

Zheng Wan still wanted to give it more thought, but a sudden chime blasted out in her sea of consciousness, causing her to have a splitting headache.

“It is futile to try to fathom Heaven’s will——”

“Agh!”

Zheng Wan suddenly let go of Cui Wang’s sleeves and held her head, only to feel that the sky was spinning, and then she fell down.

Cui Wang reached out and grabbed, but was only in time to grasp a piece of her sleeve. Without giving it much thought, he turned his sword into a beam of light and roped the person up. The green peaks suddenly rose by three feet before her. Zheng Wan supported herself on the cold, hard surface of the sword and sat down.

She held onto her head; her forehead was already covered with a fine layer of sweat. Only when a soft force was injected from her Baihui acupoint did she feel somewhat better.

By the time she recovered her senses, she only saw Cui Wang retract his sleeve.

She tilted her head. Cui Wang was standing; his posture was as upright as a towering mountain, tall and elegant. He stood in the distance, looked at her from top to bottom, his starry eyes reflecting the magnificent sun behind, shining with a faint light.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine now.” Zhen Wanwan shook her head.

“That’s good.”

Cui Wang turned around and continued to step forward on his sword.

At this moment, a scarlet red lotus came from behind. Fu Sheng Zhenjun was lying on top of the red lotus, supporting his head with one hand, and drinking from a wine gourd with the other. His smooth, chiselled chest was laid bare, exuding a raffish air.

“Why is Li Wei Zhenjun in such a poor state today? To not be able to even protect a little cultivator.” He hooked his lips into a smile. His eyes gleamed brilliantly as he beckoned to Zheng Wan, “Little cultivator, do you want to come to sit on this Zhenjun’s lotus?”

Zheng Wan bit her lip and blushed.

She was not to be tricked. In the erotic paintings of the mortal world, there was a “sitting lotus” posture. This demonic monk was truly shameless.

Footnote:

1 The author doesn’t seem to be very consistent with the salutations of her characters. In this chapter, instead of Daojun, Ming Yu is referred to as Zhenjun.