"Han Yan, don't be in such a hurry to leave!"
"You and I still have unfinished business."
Accompanied by Sun Tianba, the head of the Sun family, Sun Shuer called out to Han Yan just as he was about to leave.
Sun Shuer was the daughter of Sun Tianba. Years ago, before the former patriarch of the Sun family passed away, he arranged a marriage between Han Yan and Sun Shuer after seeing Han Yan's extraordinary talent. At that time, Han Yulong had happily agreed.
But who would have thought that Han Yan would later become the laughingstock of Flying Sword City, the so-called "useless trash"?
Now, Sun Shuer had risen to prominence, awakening a rare physique—the Spirit King Body.
Her cultivation had surpassed all the younger generation in Flying Sword City, reaching the early stage of the Heavenly Profound Realm!
On the Yuanling Continent, cultivation was ranked as: Entry Might Realm, Foundation Profound Realm, Heavenly Profound Realm, Profound Master Realm, Profound Lord Realm, Marquis Realm, Profound King Realm, Profound Emperor Realm...
Each realm was further divided into early, middle, late, and peak stages.
At just eighteen years old, Sun Shuer had reached the Heavenly Profound Realm, a once-in-a-century genius even in the vast Southern Wilderness.
Rumor had it that when she awakened her Spirit King Body, a passing elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect had taken her in as his personal disciple.
The Heavenly Sword Sect was the only Grade Seven force in the Southern Wilderness and the undisputed number one power. For anyone in Flying Sword City, joining the Heavenly Sword Sect was a once-in-a-lifetime honor. With this backing, the Sun family was destined to rise.
Not only that, Sun Shuer was breathtakingly beautiful, known as the number one beauty of Flying Sword City, her aura icy and arrogant.
Yet such a talented beauty had been engaged to a so-called waste—the entire city saw this as a joke. Many pitied Sun Shuer, while countless men envied Han Yan.
Now, it was finally time to annul the engagement.
"Sun Tianba, I would have given you an explanation soon, but for you to come here like this… isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
Han Yulong's expression darkened upon seeing them.
Only a fool wouldn't understand—the Sun family had come to publicly humiliate the Han family by breaking the engagement.
If word got out, the Han family's reputation would be utterly ruined.
The engagement's annulment was inevitable, but Han Yulong had planned for the Han family to be the one to propose it—that way, they could preserve their dignity in Flying Sword City.
"Hahaha, why talk about etiquette?"
"Han Yan is just a waste—how could he be worthy of my daughter?"
"This engagement must be dissolved immediately. Sign this contract!"
Sun Tianba laughed and pointed at Han Yan.
Sun Shuer unfolded a marriage dissolution contract and placed it before Han Yan.
"Sign it."
Her tone was cold, her gaze filled with undisguised disdain.
"Sigh."
Han Yulong let out a long sigh and shook his head.
"Sign it. There's no future for the two of you."
"Once you sign, leave the Han family at once—we won't keep you here."
"I have spared you out of respect for past ties—you should be grateful."
The Sun family's intention was clear. Now that they had the Heavenly Sword Sect as backing, the Han family dared not offend them.
To protect their dignity, Han Yan had to be cast out.
An engagement?
Hah.
Han Yan felt like laughing. He, a reincarnated Sword Sovereign, was supposed to care about Sun Shuer?
But this was a matter of pride—not just for himself, but for the real Han Yan who had perished.
He wouldn't just let it go.
Han Yan stepped forward, his gaze locking onto Sun Shuer's as he suddenly smiled.
A battered, yet fearsome black sword suddenly appeared in his hand, its tip pressing against Sun Shuer's throat.
Sun Shuer's arrogance vanished in an instant. Her face turned pale, her heart pounding—she couldn't move!
Her spiritual power had been sealed, and even her body refused to obey her.
At this moment, Sun Shuer, the supposed genius of Flying Sword City, was nothing but a helpless prey beneath Han Yan's sword.
Her once haughty demeanor shattered, fear crept into her eyes as she looked toward Sun Tianba for help.
"How dare you!"
Sun Tianba roared in anger, preparing to strike.
"Try me."
Han Yan's black sword pressed closer, and spiritual energy gathered toward it.
A storm of sword intent filled the air.
A Profound Weapon!
The entire hall fell into stunned silence.
Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief as they stared at the jagged, broken sword in Han Yan's hand.
On the Yuanling Continent, weapons were classified into: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Mortal Ranks.
Mortal weapons, also called Common Artifacts, were the lowest grade.
Even in Flying Sword City, a mid-tier Common Artifact was a priceless treasure. The Sun family owned the only high-tier Common Artifact in the city.
But only a Profound Weapon could actively absorb spiritual energy.
And now, Han Yan had revealed one.
Even Han Yulong's eyes flickered with greed.
If he could take control of this Profound Weapon, he would be invincible in Flying Sword City, and the Han family would no longer fear the Sun family.
"Han Yan! Release my daughter."
"If you have conditions, we can talk."
Sun Tianba feared Han Yan might actually harm Sun Shuer, so he tried to negotiate.
"Sun Shuer, three years ago, I had no interest in you."
"Three years later, in my eyes, you're nothing but a pile of garbage."
"You wish to break off our engagement and humiliate me?"
"Then I refuse to grant your wish."
"But—I will give you a chance."
"Half a month from now, at the Heavenly Sword Sect's recruitment tournament, though you have already been pre-selected as an inner disciple, I will challenge you."
"No external help. Just cultivation. If you defeat me, I'll sign the contract."
"But if you lose… You will become my lifelong slave."
Han Yan's eyes burned with unyielding confidence as he looked at Sun Shuer.
"Do you dare accept?"
Sun Shuer clenched her teeth, fear still lingering, but her anger erupted.
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
"In terms of cultivation, I could crush you with one hand!"
She agreed without hesitation. With her Spirit King Body, she had absolute confidence.
"Hahaha, excellent."
Han Yan laughed, then turned to Sun Tianba.
"Swear on the Heavenly Dao that no one in the Sun family will touch me in the next half-month."
Sun Tianba's expression turned sour, but he had no choice.
"I swear on the Heavenly Dao that no one in my family will harm you before the Heavenly Sword Sect tournament. If I go against this vow, may divine lightning strike me down!"
The deal was sealed.
Han Yan withdrew his black sword and swept his cold gaze over everyone.
Then, he turned and walked away—alone.
No one dared to stop him.
Even the Han family was left speechless.
Sun Shuer seethed with rage, but she swallowed her fury.
Half a month later, she vowed—Han Yan would die.