Dissolving the engagement.
Upon hearing Yang Xuan’s words, a complicated look flashed across the beautiful woman’s eyes.
She had actually been mentally prepared for this long ago.
The Ye Clan was a super clan of the Profound Realm. Moreover, it was said that Miss Ye Qing’er was not only breathtakingly beautiful but also possessed terrifyingly monstrous talent. At a young age, she was already unrivalled among the younger generation and was now hailed as the number one genius of the Profound Realm.
How could the future husband of such a person be ordinary?
Although she did not know why the Ye Clan had not yet come to dissolve the engagement, she understood that if the Yang clan remained oblivious, disaster would strike them down.
With that thought, the beautiful woman sighed softly. “Very well. We cannot ruin the girl’s future. Xuan’er, Mother will go with you to dissolve this marriage.”
Yang Xuan replied, “I will go alone.”
He knew this trip to the Ye Clan would probably not be smooth. Therefore, he did not want the woman before him to accompany him and suffer humiliation.
The beautiful woman looked worried and was about to speak, but Yang Xuan smiled. “It is only to dissolve an engagement. Nothing will happen.”
She hesitated. Just as she was about to say more, an elder suddenly approached. He glanced at the beautiful woman and Yang Xuan, then bowed respectfully. “Young Patriarch, the Patriarch asks you to come over.”
Yang Xuan nodded slightly. “Alright.”
With that, he and the beautiful woman walked toward the distance.
The elder watched Yang Xuan depart and gave a quiet sigh.
After the two left, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old youth walked up to the elder. The youth glanced at the distant Yang Xuan and said, “Uncle Yuan, he is about to lose his position as Young Patriarch. Why are you still so respectful toward him?”
Uncle Yuan immediately frowned. He was about to scold the boy, but then thought better of it. When he was young, had he understood everything?
With that in mind, Uncle Yuan patted his nephew’s shoulder and spoke earnestly. “You must remember this: we are servants. Even if Young Master Yang Xuan truly becomes a waste, it is not our place as servants to trample on him. As a person, you must recognise your own position and keep it clear. Understand?”
The youth replied, “But many people now secretly call him the Waste Young Master… They say that if he had not turned out to be useless, the Ye Clan would definitely have continued supporting our Yang clan. It is precisely because he is useless now that the Ye Clan no longer supports the Yang family…”
Uncle Yuan said calmly, “Others trample on him, so you want to trample on him too?”
The youth lowered his head and dared not speak.
Uncle Yuan sighed softly. “Over these years, thanks to the YeClan’s support, the Yang family has indeed lived better than before. But have you ever considered why the Ye Clan supported the Yang clan? Was it because of all of you?”
Everyone fell silent.
The Ye Clan had supported the Yang clan, of course, because of Yang Xuan.
Uncle Yuan gave another quiet sigh. “We are all family here. Why must we push things to the extreme? It is better to leave some room for mercy.”
At that, no one said anything more.
Night fell.
Yang Xuan sat on the stone steps in his courtyard. He leaned against the steps, holding an ancient book, reading with great interest.
Over the years, his favourite activity had been reading books of all kinds.
Apart from simply enjoying reading and wanting to learn more knowledge, there was another reason: he hoped to figure out the fragmented memories in his mind.
Because among those scattered memory fragments, he vaguely remembered some names of people and places. Therefore, he wanted to see if he could find any clues in ancient texts.
It had actually been useful.
When he once read an ancient illustrated book, he felt a sense of familiarity.
The title of that ancient illustrated book was: Thirty-Six Yin-Yang Techniques.
As though something came to mind, Yang Xuan looked down at the Qingxuan Sword beside him and said, “Ancient records say that divine swords possess spirits. They can speak with human voices and even take human form. Qingxuan Sword, since you can fly away on your own from time to time, you must have a spirit, right?”
The Qingxuan Sword gave no reaction.
Yang Xuan picked it up and examined it carefully, curiosity in his eyes.
This Qingxuan Sword was truly rather strange. It would occasionally fly away on its own and then return just as mysteriously. Moreover, it was extraordinarily sharp.
He had once used it to cut profound iron, and that extremely hard profound iron was as soft as tofu before this sword. Therefore, he was certain that the Qingxuan Sword was definitely a divine sword. It simply had not truly acknowledged him as its master yet.
With that thought, Yang Xuan suddenly bit his finger and dripped a drop of essence blood onto the Qingxuan Sword. He stared at it intently, barely daring to breathe.
Blood recognition of a master. This was an ancient method he had read about in books.
The Qingxuan Sword: “…”
After staring for a long while, Yang Xuan discovered that nothing happened at all.
Seeing this, he frowned. Could the method be wrong?
On the stone steps, Yang Xuan stared at the Qingxuan Sword, deep in thought.
But at that moment, the Qingxuan Sword suddenly trembled slightly.
Seeing this, Yang Xuan’s heart leapt. He quickly stood up.
Yet right then, the Qingxuan Sword turned into a streak of sword light and vanished into the deep sky.
Yang Xuan’s expression instantly froze.
The sword had run off again.
He shook his head with a smile. Who knew where the sword had gone this time.
Without thinking further, he lay back on the stone steps and continued reading.
The next day.
When Yang Xuan awoke, the Qingxuan Sword had already returned to his side.
Looking at the sword before him, Yang Xuan smiled, then got up, washed, and left the Yang clan.
Along the way, many members of the Yang clan saw him and whispered amongst themselves.
Yang Xuan paid them no mind.
When a person leaves, the tea cools. It was perfectly normal. There was nothing he could not accept.
Yang Xuan left the Yang clan alone and headed for the Ye Clan.
The Profound Realm consisted of three great provinces: Southern Province, Northern Province, and Central Province.
The Ye Clan was located in Central Province, the most prosperous province of the Profound Realm.
Travelling from Southern Province to Central Province required taking a cloud ship.
Soon, Yang Xuan arrived at the Cloudrise Merchant Association in the city. After paying three hundred spirit stones, he boarded a cloud ship bound for Central Province.
Standing at the bow of the cloud ship, Yang Xuan watched Tianqing City grow smaller and smaller beneath him. He could not help feeling a touch of emotion.
For more than ten years, because of those fragmented memories in his mind, he had lived in a daze. He had been too desperate to figure out who he really was.
Was who he had been before truly important?
Yang Xuan shook his head with a faint smile. Living the present well was what mattered most.
“Huh?”
At that moment, a surprised exclamation suddenly came from behind him. “Yang Xuan, it really is you.”
Yang Xuan turned around. Not far away stood a man and a woman. The man wore white robes and had an elegant bearing. The woman wore a cyan long dress and was stunningly beautiful.
Seeing the pair, a trace of puzzlement appeared in Yang Xuan’s eyes. He did not recognise them.
Seeing the confusion in his gaze, the white-robed man laughed. “Youyou, he doesn’t recognise us.”
The woman glanced indifferently at Yang Xuan and said nothing.
Yang Xuan asked, “Who might you two be?”
The white-robed man smiled. “Yang Xuan, I am from the Mo family. The lady beside me is Miss Li Youyou of the Li family.”
The Mo family!
The Li family!
Yang Xuan naturally knew of them. Tianqing City had five great families, and the Li and Mo families were two of them.
The white-robed man looked at Yang Xuan with a half-smile. “Youyou, who would have thought we would run into the legendary Child of Destiny here.”
Child of Destiny!
At those words, the other passengers on the cloud ship immediately turned their attention this way.
Yang Xuan glanced at the white-robed man, feeling puzzled. The Yang clan had always had good relations with the Mo family. Why was this man deliberately targeting him?
At that moment, the white-robed man laughed again. “Yang Xuan, back then Youyou’s father went to your Yang family hoping to form a marriage alliance, but unfortunately your Yang clan looked down on the Li family and firmly rejected them. Thankfully you did not accept at the time, otherwise Youyou would have been ruined by you.”
Hearing this, Yang Xuan instantly understood.
Clearly, this white-robed man was standing up for Li Youyou.
Yang Xuan looked at Li Youyou beside him. A faint smile played on the woman’s face.
After a moment’s thought, Yang Xuan said, “Miss Youyou, back then we were both infants. Neither of us had any say in the marriage arrangement. If I caused you any trouble because of this, I am willing to apologise.”
Li Youyou looked at Yang Xuan, curiosity in her eyes. Rumour had it that this Son of the Great Dao, Young Master Yang, was ineloquent and dull, yet what she saw now suggested the rumours were false.
Yang Xuan then turned to the white-robed man. “Young Master Mo, a fair lady is sought by a gentleman. It is clear that Young Master Mo likes Miss Youyou. However, the matter between Miss Youyou and me was only a small affair. There is really no need to make a mountain out of a molehill and deepen the conflict. Shall we let this matter rest here?”
Hearing Yang Xuan’s words, the white-robed man gave a cold laugh. “Young Master Yang, are you blaming me now?”
Yang Xuan replied calmly, “Young Master Mo misunderstands. I simply feel there is no need to make everyone unhappy over such a small thing.”
The white-robed man stared at Yang Xuan. “Young Master Yang, you are the one making me unhappy right now. I think you should apologise to me. Otherwise, do not blame me for…”
Yang Xuan’s left thumb suddenly pressed against the sword hilt.
Shik!
The Qingxuan Sword shot out. In a flash of sword light, before the white-robed man could react, his head had already flown several zhang away.
Everyone on the ship froze in shock.
Yang Xuan glanced indifferently at the rolling head in the distance, his gaze calm.
To him, the most direct way to resolve interpersonal conflict was to flip the table. If you cannot learn to flip the table, you must tolerate others being shameless without limit. Kindness must carry sharp edges; otherwise, it is merely weakness that invites bullying.
