Chapter 7: I Divorce You (2)

Fifteen years old, and he had successfully built his foundation, reaching the Earth Immortal Realm!

Ye Yun was stunned. He felt ashamed and mocked himself. He was only at the Flesh Immortal Fourth Layer at fifteen, which was already considered a genius in Red Cloud City. Yet, the other party had stepped into the Earth Immortal Realm at fifteen. That was a true Cultivator’s realm.

Ye Yuan wanted to say something more but seemed to lack the energy. Ye Yun fixed the blanket. “Father, your child will go see what the Elders are doing. Rest well.”

Ye Yun closed the door. Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. The man who had once been his goal, the father he had been so proud of, had become like this.

Just then, a servant hurried to Ye Yun’s side. “Young Master, it might be best if you avoid things for now. People from the Yan Family have also come. I heard Yan Linlang is here too. They say she came with Qin Ming.”

“Qin Ming? Yan Linlang?” Ye Yun rubbed the corners of his eyes, wiping the tear stains from his face. He spoke to the servant. “Go fetch me some paper and a brush.”

The servant turned and left, returning a moment later with a sheet of white paper and a writing brush. Ye Yun walked to the stone railing. He spread the white paper flat. He picked up the brush, ready to write. But his eyes hardened. He put down the brush. Instead, he directly bit his index finger until it bled. Using his blood, he began to write bold, crimson characters on the white paper, one by one.

The main courtyard of the reception hall.

“It’s Young Master Ye.”

“Brother Ye, good to see you. Has your health improved?”

The hall was full of people, no fewer than a hundred, and more were still arriving. When Ye Yun arrived, expressionless, some people came forward to greet him. Most, however, did not even glance his way.

After all, Ye Yun was still Ye Yuan’s son, the potential successor to the Ye Family.

“Trash. He’s an eyesore.”

“He has no sense of shame. Does he want to be humiliated by Qin Ming again?”

A few young masters from prominent families showed Ye Yun no face at all. Fanning themselves, they whispered, though it was more like speaking loudly for everyone to hear.

Ye Yun showed no emotion. He did not forget his manners, offering polite nods to the crowd. Suddenly, his whole body froze. His gaze fixed on a graceful figure in the corridor to the side.

It was a young girl in a blue dress. She looked about fifteen or sixteen. She was tall and slender, with long hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyebrows were like crescent moons, her eyes like stars. Her every movement was like a fairy, an angel who had fallen to the mortal world.

“She is still so high above!” Ye Yun couldn’t help but sigh in his heart. An image from his childhood suddenly surfaced in his mind. The girl from that image had haunted his thoughts for years.

Ten years ago, Ye Yuan had taken Ye Yun to the Yan Family manor. He was only six then, naive and playful. He ran around the manor mischievously. By chance, he barged into a quiet little courtyard with a pond. A floating bridge arched over the pond, which was full of blooming lotus flowers. A little girl was dancing gracefully on the bridge, scattering lotus petals from her hands. She was like the Flower Fairy Spirit.

In that instant, even though he had only glimpsed her from afar, Ye Yun was deeply imprinted. He hadn’t even seen the Flower Fairy Spirit’s face clearly. From then on, even in his dreams, he recalled her graceful, captivating figure.

Unconsciously, Ye Yun’s eyes grew moist, glistening with tears.

“Really, a toad lusting after swan meat. He should look in a mirror, see what he is.”

“If I were him, I’d have found a crack to crawl into long ago. He’s disgraced the Ye Family’s honor. Is he even a man? Even his own woman went off with someone else. Haha!”

Everyone present witnessed this moment. Some found it amusing, some sneered inwardly, others shouted out loud. In their eyes, Ye Yun was no longer the once-unrivaled genius. He was just trash who couldn’t even keep his own woman.

Suddenly, everyone looked in the direction Ye Yun was staring. A lithe figure danced in their minds. And beside her stood a youth dressed in white.

Memory is the most tormenting thing, especially the most precious memories of one’s first love.

Ye Yun snapped back to reality. Only when he realized tears were blurring his vision did he know he had been dreaming again. Taking out the white paper from his robe, Ye Yun strode toward the youth in white and the girl in blue.

“This will be good. Qin Ming won’t let him off!”

Many people secretly snickered.

The youth in white reached out, placing Yan Linlang behind him. He swept a glance at Ye Yun, domineering like a King. He gave a contemptuous laugh for all to hear. “Ye Yun. You recovered quite quickly. What do you want?”

Ye Yun ignored him, but rage roared in his heart. This person was Qin Ming, the enemy who had made him what he was now. Ye Yun stopped walking. His gaze fell upon that lovely figure. “Linlang. This is the first time I’ve called you that. And the last.”

Qin Ming suddenly erupted with killing intent. “Is ‘Linlang’ for you to call?”

“Qin Ming, if you have the guts, kill me right now. If I even blink, I’m not a man. If you don’t kill me, I will surely kill you in the future. If you don’t dare to act, then shut up!” Facing Qin Ming’s imposing manner, Ye Yun spoke loudly, unhurried and firm. His forceful momentum suddenly overshadowed Qin Ming’s.

He’s gone mad!

As Ye Yun’s words landed, everyone present held their breath, watching the two.

“It seems you are both crazy and foolish. I don’t argue with fools.” Qin Ming waved his hand with an air of magnanimity.

Ye Yun slowly raised his hand. The white paper in it was particularly eye-catching. Everyone looked at him curiously, wondering what foolish thing he would do next.

Ye Yun unfolded the white paper. Bold crimson characters appeared before their eyes. Ye Yun read them out softly, word by word. “By the heavens above, witnessed by heaven and earth. Today, I, Ye Yun, write this letter of divorce in my blood. I sever all ties with my betrothed, Yan Linlang. From now on, we owe each other nothing and are unrelated. If I, Ye Yun, ever go back on this, may I end like this knife.”

After saying this, Ye Yun took out a small knife. He slashed it across his left palm. Instantly, the knife pierced through his palm, and blood flowed freely. Then he pulled out the knife and snapped it in half directly. He threw both the broken knife and the letter of divorce to the ground. He turned and walked away.

Silence!

Absolute silence!

“Yan Linlang, it is I, Ye Yun, who divorces you now. From this moment, you and I are unrelated…!” Indifferently flinging these harsh words behind him, Ye Yun turned and walked past the crowd with heavy steps.

At this moment, everyone present had witnessed Ye Yun’s insane act. He had dared to write a letter of divorce. This was clearly a challenge to the Yan Family’s dignity.

The person involved, Yan Linlang, trembled slightly. She bit her pink lips, stamping her foot in anger. “Ye Yun… I won’t let you off!”

“I will kill you!” Then, Qin Ming spoke chillingly to Ye Yun’s retreating back.

Ye Yun snorted with disdain. Without even looking back, he resolutely disappeared from everyone’s sight, leaving behind only a crowd of shocked, speechless, and disbelieving onlookers.