Chapter 83: Xiao Yan, You Don't Have Thirty Years Only Three
Nalan Yanran's delicate lips trembled slightly, her face turning an ugly shade of blue from rage.
But she couldn't refute Xiao Yan's words.
Because what he said… was the truth.
No matter how much of a waste he was now, back then, he had truly been a genius.
At twelve years old, he had already become a Dou Practitioner one of the best talents in the entire Jia Ma Empire.
At that time, she had indeed been stuck at Dou Qi stage eight, just as Xiao Yan had claimed. Compared to the old Xiao Yan, she wasn't even close.
Back then, their engagement had been a perfect match a talented young man paired with a beautiful young lady.
But things were different now.
People were realistic.
She was now the Young Sect Master of the Yun Lan Sect, standing far above him in status and strength.
How could she possibly marry a crippled husband?
Not only would outsiders laugh at her, but the entire Jia Ma Empire would become a joke in the neighboring empires.
Xiao Yan had simply stated a fact.
And because it was the truth, Nalan Yanran had no way to argue back.
Seeing her silence, Xiao Yan struck while the iron was hot.
With a voice full of righteousness, he firmly declared,
"Nalan Yanran! For the sake of your grandfather, I will warn you…"
"Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west never look down on a poor young man!"
His words shook the hall.
Nalan Yanran's body trembled slightly.
Xiao Zhan's eyes lit up, and he slammed his hands on the table, tea splashing everywhere.
"Good! Well said! My son is extraordinary!"
Xiao Yan had perfectly executed his dramatic moment, stunning everyone.
But unfortunately for him…
There was one person in the room who wasn't impressed.
Wu Tian.
With his limitless knowledge and godlike wisdom, how could he just sit and let this slide?
Because while Wu Tian didn't care for Nalan Yanran, she liked him.
And letting a woman who admired him get humiliated by another man?
That would be disgraceful.
So, Wu Tian cleared his throat.
"Cough, cough."
The already silent hall became even quieter, filled with an eerie sense of awkwardness.
Everyone turned to look at him, waiting to hear what he had to say.
But then…
Wu Tian calmly picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and said with complete indifference,
"My throat was dry from eating too many sunflower seeds. You guys carry on."
"…"
Everyone was speechless.
Gu Xun'er, Xiao Mei, and even Nalan Yanran herself had all subconsciously hoped Wu Tian would speak up for her.
But…
…he was just thirsty?!
Just when everyone thought he was being serious, Wu Tian lightly put down his cup, his expression turning cold.
"Xiao Yan, let me remind you of something."
"You don't have thirty years."
"You only have three."
"Don't forget that."
The hall fell into dead silence.
Everyone: …Damn, he's right.
Xiao Yan just casually added an extra twenty seven years!
Some of them even mimicked his words in their minds:
"Three years to the east of the river, three years to the west never look down on a poor young man!"
…
Wait.
Three years?!
Even if you switch rivers, you'll still be a broke loser!
Xiao Yan's face twitched violently.
He had worked so hard to sound cool.
And now… this guy had completely ruined it.
His whole dramatic speech had turned into a joke.
It was like he had painstakingly borrowed some eloquent words from his old world…
…Only for Wu Tian to immediately remind him he got the math wrong.
Three years? What the hell is going to change in three years?
Does Wu Tian think this is a real estate project? Will a brand new mansion just magically appear on the riverbank?!
Xiao Yan wanted to rage, but he had no way to argue back.
And meanwhile…
The girls in the hall Gu Xun'er, Xiao Mei, and especially Nalan Yanran all smiled softly.
The disappointment they had felt earlier? Gone.
Nalan Yanran, in particular, felt her heart melt.
If possible, she would open herself up completely for Wu Tian.
Her tender gaze rested on him, filled with affection and admiration.
Xiao Yan's face darkened further.
Wu Tian's words had been gentle.
And yet, they had stabbed him deeper than anything else.
How was he supposed to refute something so true?
Seeing Nalan Yanran's softened expression, she finally spoke again.
"Xiao Yan, you were once unrivaled in talent, but now, you are just a failure."
"I will wait for you for three years."
"In three years, if you can surpass me, then come to the Yun Lan Sect and challenge me."
She then paused, as if struggling to continue.
She had originally wanted to say, "If you defeat me, I will become your servant."
But then, she glanced at Wu Tian.
If she said something like that, wouldn't Wu Tian find her even more unappealing?
She bit her lip, changed her words, and coldly declared,
"If you defeat me, I will give you all my cultivation resources."
"But if you remain as useless as you are now, then our engagement will be automatically annulled."
Her voice carried a mocking tone, her delicate face now ice cold.
Xiao Yan laughed bitterly.
"I don't need three years."
"I have zero interest in you."
With that, he turned around and walked to a table, grabbing a brush and furiously writing something down.
Once he finished, he grabbed a short sword, slashed his own palm, and pressed his bloody handprint onto the paper.
Holding up the contract, he sneered coldly,
"This is not a contract to annul the engagement."
"This is a declaration that I, Xiao Yan, am expelling you from the Xiao Clan!"
Before he could finish flexing, he suddenly froze.
Because…
The paper in his hand had caught fire.
The tiny flame wasn't red, but blue green.
Despite being small, it instantly caused the temperature of the entire hall to skyrocket.
"…"
Everyone's expressions changed.
…
(Chapter End)
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