After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

Dark Ice Flame (1)

“No!”
Before Cui Wang could answer, Zheng Wan beat him to it. She blocked him behind her and raised her chin high, “I want to use it too.”

Ming Yu couldn’t help laughing. “Little cultivator, this Zhenjun really needs it. Why must you insist on going against this Zhenjun?”

“Zhenjun is the strange one. Why must you insist on going against a little cultivator like me?”
Zheng Wan said with a face full of tears, “Half a month ago, you even forced me to… with another…. When that plan failed, you then tried to kill me when I was alone. If Li Wei hadn’t come to save me in time, I, I would have been…”

She was choked up, but those around could hear clearly what there was to be heard. In an instant, the gazes cast towards Ming Yu were reproachful, especially the few Guixu Sect cultivators, whose gazes held a hidden contempt.

Everyone knew that Ming Yu Zhenjun came diligently to the Guixu Sect because she fancied their Li Wei Zhenjun. Only Li Wei Zhenjun, who was wholeheartedly devoted to swordsmanship and ignored all else didn’t know it.

This in itself wasn’t a big deal.
After all, the number of female cultivators in the Heavenly Realms who fancied their Li Wei Zhenjun was as vast as the sea. One more Ming Yu Zhenjun didn’t make a difference. But who knew that under her seemingly broad-minded appearance, she would actually be so narrow-minded as to repeatedly target a lower-ranking female cultivator out of jealousy and hatred?

Really…
You can’t judge a book by its cover.

Look at this red-clothed cultivator— her beautiful eyes are full of tears, and her eyes are all red from remembering the past. Who knew how many grievances she had suffered? She really was pitiful.

When Zheng Wan pretended to be pitiful, she was genuinely pitiful, especially when she thought about how she couldn’t even afford to buy a piece of cultivator’s robes despite scrimping and saving all the time, she became even sadder. In the past, whenever the clothing store had anything good, they would come personally to her door to let her have her pick. But now, the only two pieces of clothing she owned that looked nice were both from Cui Wang——
On top of that, they were both too attention-grabbing, and she didn’t dare to wear them out alone.

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became. Tears fell endlessly, which made Ming Yu utterly dumbfounded. Ming Yu couldn’t help but laugh in anger, “What a sharp tongue that turns black to white! You people of the Yuqing Sect are really something else!”

“Ming Yu, you’ve gone too far.” Just then, Cui Wang suddenly interrupted her.

“Li Wei, you—”
Ming Yu looked at Cui Wang in disbelief. She knew that he had a clear heart, and was best at extracting the truth from a jumbled mess. He clearly knew that what the little cultivator was saying wasn’t true, yet he was letting her confound the truth. Sure enough, he was really bewitched…

“Do not insult another’s sect,” said Cui Wang flatly, not looking at Ming Yu. Instead, he lowered his eyes and fixed his gaze on the crying person. “Stop crying.”

With a pair of red rabbit eyes, Zheng Wan raised her head and said pitifully, “I— I can’t stop.”

Everyone seemed to hear a sigh, then saw the man who was still cold as an immortal just a moment ago wipe her tears with a snow-coloured silk sleeve.
“I won’t give it to her.”

“R-really?”
Zheng Wang choked sobbingly.

“Of course.”

She instantly smiled through her tears. Her tears were still hanging on her face, but she reached out and shook his sleeve carefully, saying sweetly, “Cui Wang, you’re the best.”

…Cui Wang, you are the best.
Cui Wang was noncommittal.

He looked at Ming Yu. The female cultivator who had always been tough to the outside world was now red in the face. He raised his hand and flicked, sending her Taoist hat that had fallen to the ground in front of her.

Ming Yu reached out to take her Taoist hat, but saw Cui Wang nod at her.
“Wanwan is playful and is still young and ignorant. I hope Zhenjun won’t quibble with her. Even if she makes any mistakes in the future, there’s no need for you to bother about it.”

After a pause, he added, “As for the black market pass, Zhenjun is capable enough. You can come and try again next month.”

Fu Sheng Zhenjun laughed and said, “Amitabha.”

On the other hand, Zheng Wan winked at Ming Yu Zhenjun secretly, and when anger surfaced on Ming Yu’s face, she hurriedly hid behind Cui Wang, grabbed his sleeve and said, “Cui Wang, she’s being fierce to me again.”

Cui Wang glanced at her flatly.
“Let’s go.”

“…Okay.”
Zheng Wan nodded smilingly. She waved at the few Guixu Sect disciples she had gotten along pretty well with just now, then followed after him.

“Cui Wang, let’s go to the black market, okay?”
“…Okay? Please…”

“Alright.”

Their voices drifted from afar and scattered into the lively and bustling lantern market.

Ming Yu stood blankly in the square.
The centre of the city had been bustling with people just moments ago, but the crowd was now gradually dispersing. Only the Boundless Ranking was still shining with a faint light. She looked up, and the two words, “Li Wei”, grinned mockingly at her from the Pure Veracity rank. The pride that used to arise every time she saw it had completely disappeared.

Fu Sheng Zhenjun was still there. He also looked up at the Boundless Ranking. As Li Wei had risen one rank, he was now the first person in the Savant rank.

“Amitabha,” Fu Sheng said. “I never thought Li Wei would fall into the secular world and become one who bears a tender heart for a maiden.”

“It’s about time for this monk to go into seclusion. Farewell.”

“Wait—” said Ming Yu suddenly. “Doesn’t Fu Sheng Zhenjun find it strange? How can the number one youth of Guixu Sect’s Xuanqing Peak’s Way of Impassiveness be so easily bewitched by the opposite sex?”

Fu Sheng looked at her with pity, seeming to see through her thoughts. He put his palms together and said, “Amitabha “.

“Zhenjun, the answer is within you.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Isn’t Zhenjun also bewitched by the opposite sex?”
Fu Sheng laughed loudly, stepped on a red lotus, and went away in style.

Ming Yu’s body, which had always been invulnerable to cold and heat, was like an ice cellar.
But in this coldness, there was clearly something hidden that made her blood surge. Yes, it was desire. She longed for Li Wei to give her the expression he had just now, as if…
She was the light that could illuminate his entire world.

Taking away all the things she used to comfort herself with and to rationalise all her actions——
She just wanted him.
She just wanted Li Wei.