Chapter Nine: Not Worth the Trouble, Not Worth the Trouble-Eu só aceitei discípulos por acaso, como eles se tornaram Grandes Imperadores?(Espalhadas como estrelas sobre o rio inteiro.)

Meanwhile, Ximen Feixue, the second disciple of Ye Xinghe, was enduring a humiliating breakup at the hands of his fiancée.

The once peaceful courtyard of the Ximen family now seemed shrouded in a chilling frost, suffocating the air with oppressive tension.

Lu Qianqiu was like a delicate rose adorned with thorns, radiating a bone-chilling coldness. She wore a dazzling gown embroidered with golden thread that twisted and writhed like a living serpent with every movement.

Her graceful steps fell with such dominance that faint footprints seemed to be stamped upon the ground.

Stopping before Ximen Feixue, her crimson lips parted, her voice sharp as a blade: “Look at you, a complete failure. The Ximen family is in decline, and you’re utterly worthless—yet you still dare dream of marrying me? Stop living in a fantasy!”

With that, she brandished a golden-edged jade marriage annulment letter infused with spiritual power, which shot forward like a hidden weapon, striking Ximen Feixue’s cheek and leaving a faint trail of blood.

A burning pain flared across his face—not just flesh and blood, but a piercing agony inflicted by the one he loved.

Clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white, his spiritual energy surged uncontrollably, but his weak strength and his family’s decline forced him to suppress the urge to retaliate. He bit down hard on his steel teeth to endure the humiliation.

To him, this was a profound disgrace.

Ximen Zhenyue, his father, stood nearby, his posture slightly stooped. Once a commanding figure who had ruled the martial world with pride, he was now powerless to resist Lu Qianqiu’s arrogance.

To offend the only daughter of the Empress City was to doom the Ximen family.

A heavy stone seemed lodged in his throat, choking off any words.

Lu Qianqiu noticed and curled her lips into a contemptuous smile, mocking the father and son’s forbearance.

“Hmph, Ximen Zhenyue, where is your former glory? When your family was at its peak, you suppressed the Empress City often enough. Now that the tides have turned, it’s your turn to beg.”

She casually brushed her temple, idly playing with the priceless spirit crystal hairpin nestled in her hair.

“You!” Ximen Feixue finally snapped, glaring fiercely.

Behind her, a line of guards stepped forward in unison, each towering and clad in gleaming armor that radiated a powerful aura.

These were no ordinary soldiers; each had been handpicked by Lu Qianqiu from Empress City’s elite, trained with rare elixirs and superior martial arts, capable of making a name for themselves in the martial world with a single move.

Now, they glared menacingly, their spiritual energy swirling in their palms, ready to strike at the slightest provocation.

“You’re nothing but a complete waste!” Lu Qianqiu’s eyes blazed with disdain. “I’ve soared ahead while training with you since childhood, yet you’ve remained stagnant—barely grasping the family’s techniques. Keeping you around will only be a burden. Don’t slow down my future!”

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