"Disciple! Kill them!"
A bone-chilling female voice pierced Jiang Ruoxu's ears.
"Master?"
Jiang Ruoxu was stunned. He couldn’t believe his master was actually ordering him to kill.
"There’s no time to explain. Just know that the Fateweavers’ Association is no good."
"Right now, I’m barely surviving as a spectral entity, my memories half-lost... but I’ve never forgotten those damned ‘Fateweavers’."
Jiang Ruoxu wasn’t stupid. He knew there had to be some deep-seated conflict between his master and the Fateweavers’ Association.
For all he knew, his master’s current state was their doing.
Filled with righteous fury, the young man acted without hesitation, channeling his inner energy.
The full might of a Grandmaster at the peak of his cultivation erupted forth!
No flashy techniques—just two fingers transformed into a blade, aimed straight for one of the black-robed men’s throats.
"Holy shit!" The lead black-robed man instantly panicked.
But Jiang Ruoxu’s fully materialized sword energy passed right through the man as if he were a ghost, dealing no damage whatsoever.
"What the—?" Jiang Ruoxu’s scalp prickled. He had never encountered anything like this.
"Damn, a peak Grandmaster... and he’s not suppressed by the Balance of Mortals? How is that possible?"
"Disciple, run. You’re no match for them."
Jiang Ruoxu’s blood ran cold. He turned and bolted, retreating straight back into the police station.
The two black-robed men exchanged glances as they watched him flee.
"Let’s return to headquarters first. The Balance of Mortals was developed by Jiang Che—he definitely has a high-tier system. Jiang Ruoxu probably has one too, something that exposes and shocks others..."
"Mm." In an instant, the two vanished without a trace.
......
Jiang Ruoxu was badly shaken. This was the first time he’d encountered such an absurd situation.
His attacks couldn’t even land?
Were they ghosts or something?
"Master, what’s going on? What exactly is this Fateweavers’ Association?"
Inside the ring’s spatial realm, Mo Lianxing had fully awakened. Just moments ago, she had nearly exhausted her soul force to strike down those two black-robed men.
But doing so would have scattered her soul completely, erasing her from existence.
This alone showed the depth of her hatred for the Fateweavers’ Association.
"The Fateweavers’ Association is a group composed of individuals blessed with immense fortune. They call themselves the Arbiters of Fate, wielding overwhelming luck. Their influence runs deep, with countless powerful figures among them. At your current level, you’re no match for them."
Jiang Ruoxu scratched his head. "Huh??? They’re that strong? Then why did you tell me to kill them earlier? I almost threw my life away for nothing!"
Mo Lianxing coughed awkwardly. "Ahem... After the Severance of Heaven and Earth, only the ‘Human Pavilion’ remains on Earth, and their strength is... lacking."
She wouldn’t admit that seeing her enemies again had clouded her judgment in the heat of the moment.
"Master, don’t worry. Once I grow stronger, I’ll avenge you. I’ll wipe out that damned Fateweavers’ Association!"
Mo Lianxing fell silent as she watched Jiang Ruoxu brimming with confidence and determination.
Destroy the Human Pavilion, and the Earth Pavilion remains. Destroy the Earth Pavilion, and the Heaven Pavilion remains. Beyond even them lay even more secretive organizations. Just glimpsing the tip of the iceberg was enough to suffocate anyone.
The Fateweavers’ Association’s power was vast and intricate. Sometimes, even recalling it sent involuntary shivers down her spine.
......
Three days later, Xiao Chen was released.
"Tch. A measly local police station actually dared to detain me, Xiao Chen, the Dragon King, for three days?"
Once again, Xiao Chen activated his secret technique: Endure!
Glancing at the time, he frowned. "It’s getting late. I should go home and cook for Ningning."
He scanned a QR code to rent a shared bike, only to freeze in embarrassment.
He had been blacklisted by the bike-sharing company.
"Damn it! All I did was speed a little! Was blacklisting me really necessary?"
Patting the two lonely coins in his pocket, he sighed. No choice—public transport it was.
After a winding journey of over an hour, Xiao Chen finally rushed back to the Ji family home.
"Ningning? You’re off work early today? Let me cook for you."
Ji Ningxue sat on the sofa, legs crossed, lost in thought, while Zhao Li idly munched on sunflower seeds beside her.
The moment Xiao Chen saw Ji Ningxue, his heart swelled with excitement, all his recent frustrations vanishing instantly.
He remained oblivious to the strange tension in the air.
Ji Ningxue lifted her gaze, eyeing him coldly.
Cook?
No matter how good his cooking was... could it compare to Jiang Che’s?
Unconsciously, she compared Xiao Chen to Jiang Che again—and the result was the same: Jiang Che crushed him effortlessly.
"No need to cook." Her voice was icy.
Xiao Chen blinked, then brightened with hope.
Had Ningning finally noticed his efforts? Was she letting him eat at the table today?
"Ningning, my cooking is pretty good. Let me handle it!"
"Did you not hear my daughter, or are you just deaf?" Zhao Li, knowing her daughter’s hesitation, stepped in as the villainous mother-in-law once more.
The moment the "wicked mother-in-law" struck, Xiao Chen instantly deflated.
"Mom, whatever you say." He forced a smile.
"Who’s your mom? Starting today, you’re no longer the Ji family’s son-in-law. Ningning, show him!" Zhao Li nudged Ji Ningxue’s arm.
Ji Ningxue’s eyes flickered slightly as she pulled out a document from behind her.
Written in bold black and white was: Divorce Agreement.
That’s right. Ji Ningxue had planned to wait longer, but her mother’s constant prodding had worn her down.
In the end, she decided to present the divorce papers the moment Xiao Chen returned.
The sight of the document struck Xiao Chen like a thunderbolt.
It took him a long moment to process.
"N-Ningning, you’re joking, right?" The Dragon King’s voice trembled.
Ji Ningxue rubbed her temples irritably. "Xiao Chen, let’s get a divorce. This farce has gone on long enough. Our marriage was just my grandfather’s dying wish. I’ll give you 20 million as compensation."
Xiao Chen’s entire body went numb, his blood turning to ice. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined... Ningning would divorce him?
"Ningning, did I do something wrong? Tell me, and I’ll change. Just don’t leave me..."
Seeing Xiao Chen on the verge of kneeling, his pitiful groveling only deepened Ji Ningxue’s disgust.
"Xiao Chen, this divorce is non-negotiable. Three years, and I feel nothing for you. I won’t waste my life on a useless man."
"And look at you—so quick to kneel, without a shred of dignity. Do you know how much ridicule I’ve endured because of you these past three years? You’re nothing but a stain on my life!"
Ji Ningxue had completely torn off the facade—after all, she had lost all patience with Xiao Chen!
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