I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

Since transmigrating into this book, Fang Xuan has never really gotten to know this cultivation world properly.

Before, he was either sunbathing in the Qingyun Sect, fighting in the secret realm, or thinking about how to be disciplined by his senior sister.

Wandering aimlessly through the bustling capital of the mortal realm like this feels really comfortable.

The only problem is that time is a bit tight.

He planned to break through to the Nascent Soul stage before returning to the Qingyun Sect.

This shouldn't be a big problem.

The main thing is that he found a shortcut.

Other cultivation methods, such as meditation to absorb spiritual energy, refining spirit stones, consuming pills, or sudden enlightenment through life-or-death battles, are all too slow.

But his shortcut was so simple and so enjoyable.

I need to use my looks to seduce my senior sister.

After all, it's said that a man's cultivation level can't be too low, no matter how much he sells himself.

So, senior sister, please help me break through!

......

Ning Qian simply held his hand and continued walking slowly and leisurely through the bustling street.

Her steps were steady, her goal seemed clear, yet it also seemed like she was just taking a casual stroll.

But that aloof and ethereal face was far too eye-catching on the streets where everyone was surrounded by mundane life.

However, no one dared to look at the two of them.

"Senior sister," Fang Xuan stopped in his tracks.

Ning Qian stopped as he led her, and looked up at him slightly.

Just as I was about to ask, another thought flashed through my mind.

My junior brother seems to have grown a little taller?

He used to be only half a head taller than me, but now he seems taller.

It's still growing. What's the point of growing so tall?

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Fang Xuan didn't answer her question directly, but instead looked at the street corner in the distance.

The sound of festive music drifted from there, and a procession adorned with red ribbons and colorful decorations was slowly approaching.

"Senior sister, someone's getting married."

Ning Qian glanced in the direction he was looking.

The magnificent red sedan chair and the lively wedding procession truly presented a bustling scene of a wedding in the mortal world.

Her face was expressionless, as if she didn't feel much about this human celebration.

Cultivators have long lifespans and are accustomed to life and death. In their eyes, a mundane marriage is perhaps nothing more than a brief ceremony.

Fang Xuan found it quite interesting and pulled Ning Qian to stand aside, ready to watch the wedding procession pass by.

However, just as the bridal sedan chair reached the intersection not far in front of them...

"Whoa—!"

A horse neighed.

A magnificent black horse suddenly appeared from the side street, its rider dressed in a sharp outfit, with an air of arrogance between his brows.

He exuded faint spiritual energy fluctuations, revealing himself to be a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator.

The black horse blocked the way for the wedding procession, causing a commotion among the sedan chair bearers and musicians.

"Stop the sedan chair!" The rider reined in the horse and stared intently at the large red sedan chair.

The crowds who had been watching the spectacle on both sides of the street suddenly erupted into a frenzy, with buzzing discussions filling the air.

"Oh my! Isn't this young master Li Zhen from the Li family?"

"Li Zhen? That genius who was accepted as an inner disciple by the Xuanhuo Sect?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I heard he succeeded in Foundation Establishment at such a young age, that's amazing!"

"What is he trying to do? Stop the wedding sedan chair? This...this is the Third Prince's wedding!"

"The Third Prince? Hmph, that useless prince without any spiritual roots? Besides being born into a good family, what abilities does he have? Miss Qing is said to have spiritual roots and has even been chosen by the Lingxi Sect. To marry a mortal, really..."

Fang Xuan listened intently and quickly pieced together the general plot from the surrounding chatter.

Bride: Wang Zhaoqing, daughter of the Prime Minister, possesses spiritual roots, and was chosen by a sect called Lingxi Sect.

Original groom: Chen Fan, the third prince of Tianlan Kingdom. Key information: He has no spiritual root and is just a mortal.

The bride-kidnapper: Li Zhen, the bride's cousin, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, an inner disciple of the Xuanhuo Sect, and a genius.

Summary: A genius Foundation Establishment cultivator's cousin intercepts a bridal sedan chair in the street, intending to steal his cousin who is to marry a useless mortal prince.

Fang Xuan blinked, getting ready for a big show.

Tianlan Kingdom truly lives up to its reputation as a nation capable of establishing itself in the southern borderlands; even its storyline is incredibly compelling.

At this moment, Li Zhen's Foundation Establishment stage aura was fully released.

Although it was nothing to cultivators, it felt like a mountain pressing down on the mortals around them, making it hard to breathe and causing them to lower their heads, not daring to look directly at each other.

Li Zhen was very satisfied with the effect. His gaze swept over the silent crowd and finally settled on the bridal sedan chair:

"Today, I, Li Zhen, declare to the world! Qing'er is mine! We love each other deeply, how could she marry a mediocre man incapable of cultivation and waste her life?"

Before he finished speaking, the second-floor window of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion next door, where the argument had been taking place, was suddenly smashed open with a "bang".

A figure tumbled down and landed on the side of the street, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The man was dressed in ordinary casual clothes. He struggled to get up, shook his head, and seemed quite drunk.

The crowd stirred again.

"Huh? Isn't that... the Third Prince?"

"Your Highness Chenfan? How come... he's drunk like this at Zuixianlou?"

"He got kicked out? This..."

Li Zhen was also taken aback for a moment, then a mocking smile appeared on his face as he looked down at the drunken prince who was scrambling to his feet in a disheveled state:

"Oh, who do we have here? Isn't this our groom, the Third Prince? Why aren't you at home preparing? Why are you out here drinking at this restaurant and getting kicked out? Tsk tsk, really... how unbecoming."

The Third Prince Chen Fan seemed to have finally come to his senses. He wiped the dust off his face and took in the situation before him.

The cousin who blocked the road to abduct the bride, the sedan chair that stopped, the crowd of onlookers, and the pointing and whispering.

A bitter, helpless smile appeared on his face. He said nothing, simply patting the dirt off his clothes.

He lowered his head and moved aside, seemingly trying to hide himself in the crowd.

His submissive and utterly pathetic demeanor drew sighs and disdainful whispers from those around him.

"The Third Prince is too...sigh!"

"He's supposed to be a prince, how come he has no backbone at all?"

"No spiritual roots, no skills, isn't that just how it is? What else can you do?"

Just then, the curtain of the bridal sedan chair was lifted by a fair hand.

The bride, Wang Zhaoqing, came out on her own.

She was dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robes, with exquisite makeup; she was indeed a beauty.

But now, her face lacked the shy joy of a new bride; instead, it was filled with cold indifference.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Chen Fan was one of undisguised contempt.

She addressed Chen Fan, her voice carrying throughout the street: "Your Highness Chen Fan."

Chen Fan's body stiffened slightly, and he raised his head to look at her.

Wang Zhaoqing continued, "My Prime Minister's Mansion has served Tianlan for generations. In terms of power, it may not be much less than your royal family. Now, I have been chosen by the seniors of Lingxi Sect and will soon step into the immortal realm to pursue the path of immortality."

Her gaze swept over the surrounding crowd, finally settling on Chen Fan's pale face: "And you, without even the most basic spiritual root, are destined to spend your life in the mortal realm, a hundred years of withered bones."

"Between you and me, we are worlds apart. This marriage should never have existed in the first place. Today, I will make it clear in public that this marriage is null and void, and we shall have no further connection."

......

Fang Xuan, who was listening nearby, widened his eyes in surprise. It was actually the legendary annulment of the engagement.

In the world of novels, it's not acceptable to break off a marriage.

The Prime Minister's daughter publicly broke off her engagement with the prince, even stating that the Prime Minister's residence was no less prestigious than the imperial family's...

This kind of plot only exists in novels.

Indeed, the power system in the novel world is the real truth.

He suddenly remembered the wealthy prince his senior sister had mentioned earlier, and looking at the grand spectacle before him, he tilted his head and leaned close to Ning Qian's ear.

"Senior sister, you just said that prince was very rich... were you referring to this one?"

Ning Qian's gaze swept lightly over Chen Fan, then looked at the imposing Li Zhen and the cold-faced Wang Zhaoqing, and gave a soft "hmm".

"Shall we go now?"

After saying that, Fang Xuan was about to step forward.

Ning Qian tightened her grip on his hand, pulling him closer to her: "It's not an opportunity."