The starting point is auspicious; the fiancée will not call off the engagement.

Fang Zhou stood outside the guest courtyard where the Ye family was staying for a moment.

The courtyard gate was ajar, and the lamps under the eaves cast a warm yellow light. The night breeze swept through the courtyard, rustling the bamboo grove in the backyard.

Fang Zhou raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." Ye Ninghan's voice came from inside the house, still as cold as ever, revealing no emotion.

Fang Zhou pushed open the door and entered.

Ye Ninghan was sitting at the table wiping a long sword. She had changed out of the blue dress she wore during the day and was now wearing a plain white outfit. Her black hair was casually tied back, making her look less sharp and more relaxed. The sword gleamed coldly in the candlelight.

Upon seeing that it was Fang Zhou who had entered, she was slightly taken aback, and then put down the sword in her hand.

"It's so late, is something wrong?"

Fang Zhou sat down opposite her and didn't beat around the bush: "I just asked my father. He told me everything about the Taiyin Holy Body, the Hengyang Holy Body, and the separation of the origin."

Ye Ninghan's expression didn't change much, only her fingers gripping the sword sheath tightened slightly. She was silent for a moment, then lowered her eyes: "You know."

"I understand." Fang Zhou nodded. "So this marriage is the Ye family's way of repaying a debt of gratitude?"

Ye Ninghan did not deny it. She raised her head and met Fang Zhou's gaze calmly: "I cannot forget to repay the life-saving grace."

"That's easy."

Fang Zhou spread his hands, his tone relaxed.

"I'll make this clear to you today: this engagement can be called off. We only spent some time together as children; you don't need to spend your whole life repaying any debt, and I don't need an unwilling wife. Tomorrow I'll go talk to my father and then go to the Ye family..."

"no."

Ye Ninghan interrupted him, her voice not loud, but firm and resolute.

Fang Zhou was taken aback: "Why?"

"How can I not repay a life-saving debt?"

Ye Ninghan repeated it, her brows furrowing slightly, as if she were stating something perfectly natural.

"Your physical essence was stripped away, which is why you've only reached the Spirit Aperture Realm in your cultivation so far. If it weren't for that essence transformation, you should have had much better aptitude. This is something the Ye family owes you, and it's also something I owe you."

Fang Zhou opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

He can't exactly say, "Actually, my spiritual practice wasn't affected, and I've already achieved the Dharma form," can he?

"Moreover,"

Ye Ninghan's tone softened slightly.

"The news of the engagement has already spread throughout Tianyang City. If you break off the engagement now, it will damage your reputation. I, Ye Ninghan, act with integrity and will not do anything that is untrustworthy."

"But don't you think so?"

Fang Zhou carefully chose his words, "Is marrying someone you don't love more painful than betrayal?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ninghan's face flashed with a hint of unease. She looked away, picked up the longsword on the table again, and gently stroked the spine with her fingertips. After a long while, she said, "Feelings can be cultivated slowly in the future."

Fang Zhou was completely speechless.

This girl's thought process was even more straightforward than he had imagined. He had said everything he needed to say and given her plenty of opportunities to back down, but she simply didn't respond.

"Are you really sure?" Fang Zhou asked, unwilling to give up. "This is no small matter; it's a matter of a lifetime."

Ye Ninghan raised her eyes to look at him, and for the first time, a stubborn emotion appeared in her clear, cold eyes: "I, Ye Ninghan, keep my word."

Fang Zhou took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

Fine.

He stood up, intending to say a few polite words and then take his leave. He had said everything he needed to say, and if she felt wronged later, she couldn't blame him. But then Ye Ninghan suddenly said, "There's one more thing."

Fang Zhou paused in his steps.

"The wedding day is set for three months from now."

Ye Ninghan sheathed her sword, looked up at him,

"But for the next three months, I hope you can come with me to the Ten Thousand Saints Sect."

"What?"

"Since we are going to be husband and wife, you will be spending a lot of time at the Ten Thousand Saints Sect in the future. Instead of scrambling to adapt after the wedding, why not go and visit beforehand?"

Ye Ninghan paused here, then added,

"I am unwilling to neglect my responsibilities as a partner, but sect affairs are numerous, and I fear I will find it difficult to return to Tianyang City before the wedding. If you come with me, it will save us the trouble of traveling between the two places."

Fang Zhou was stunned for a long time, his mind racing.

Go to the Ten Thousand Saints Sect? That's the number one cultivation sect in the world, a place teeming with extraordinary people and hidden talents.

He can hide his Dharma Aspect Realm cultivation in his own backyard, but that might not be the case when he goes to the Myriad Saints Sect.

If he were to encounter an elder with a higher level of cultivation, the elder would be able to see through his true nature at a glance.

However, above the Dharma Aspect Realm lies the Saint Realm. Based on his cramming on the common knowledge of the cultivation world over the years, the number of Saint Realm experts on the entire continent could be counted on two hands, while Emperors and Sovereigns were legendary figures.

Even if the Myriad Saints Sect is strong, surely it can't just send any elder to be a Saint Realm expert?

As long as he is careful, there shouldn't be any major problems.

No, why should I hide? The "pretending to be weak to eat the tiger" approach is no longer viable. What's on the scene now is the "unrivaled cultivation and sweeping all before you" approach.

And to be honest, he had been living in the Fang family for eighteen years and had long wanted to go out and see the world.

Joining a sect, venturing into cultivation realms, and beating up all sorts of geniuses in adversity... these are all scenes he has imagined countless times in his spare time.

"Okay, when do we set off?" Fang Zhou asked.

A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Ninghan's eyes, as if she hadn't expected him to agree so readily.

She quickly regained her composure and replied, "Master needs to stay at the Fang family for a few more days to discuss the wedding details with Uncle. We will depart in five days."

"OK."

Fang Zhou gave a crisp reply and then turned to walk out.

As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Ye Ninghan.

In the candlelight, the girl was bowing her head and placing the long sword on the table, her long black hair falling down and obscuring half of her face.

For some reason, Fang Zhou suddenly felt that the girl in front of him was not as difficult to get along with as he had imagined.

"Ye Ninghan".

She looked up.

Fang Zhou thought for a moment and said, "I don't think you owe me anything. But if you insist on repaying, then please take good care of me during my time at the Myriad Saints Sect."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out, disappearing into the night.

The door to the guest courtyard closed gently behind him. Fang Zhou walked along the corridor, the night breeze brushing against his face, dispelling the chaotic thoughts that had plagued him all day.

He suddenly remembered a question: Could it be that what he just said made Ye Ninghan think that he was actually looking forward to this marriage?

Forget it.

unimportant.

The most important thing right now is that we're leaving for the Ten Thousand Saints Sect in five days.

He needs to hurry back to pack his things and do some more cultivation.

After all, that's the number one sect in the world. If something unexpected happens, it might be a bit difficult to break through in the heat of battle. However, we will win.

As for how this marriage will ultimately turn out? Well, there are still three months left, so let's just take it one step at a time.

Fang Zhou was walking back to the courtyard when he saw a few hawks strolling along the road. They weren't afraid of Fang Zhou and approached him affectionately, asking to be petted.

These khakimi were brought to Fang Zhou's father at his request. He made the request that day, and the next day a group of khakimi appeared in the yard.

It seems that Fang Chongshan also feels guilty towards his son, otherwise he wouldn't have specially recruited a group of people to take care of these Hakimi. It seems that he really cares about them.

When Fang Zhou returned to the yard carrying a khakimi, an unexpected person appeared in the yard.