Both My Parents Are Supremes—Why Should I Fear a Child of Destiny? - Chapter 13:

Chapter 13: This Fiancée Is Not Ordinary

“On the day she was born, Dao patterns descended from the heavens. As soon as she gained awareness, she showed talent for cultivation. She officially started cultivating at five, and by eight, she had already stepped into the Transcendent Realm…”

“Besides cultivation, she had a strong grasp of alchemy. By the age of eleven, she could independently refine most pills required for the Transcendent Realm.”

“That same year, Luo Ningshuang was appointed as the Saintess of the Academy.”

Just this information alone was enough to showcase Luo Ningshuang’s talent. She was far more terrifying than Chu Fan! To enter the Transcendent Realm at the age of eight meant that by now, she should at least be in the Longevity Realm—possibly even the Nirvana Realm.

However, the information also showed that at the age of twelve, Luo Ningshuang’s cultivation suddenly began to decline for unknown reasons, and even her innate Dao patterns completely dimmed. The Headmaster of Jixia Academy personally investigated the matter and even consulted with the Three Saints Sect and Medicine Spirit Valley for a solution, but to no avail.

In the memories of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Lord, this incident did exist. However, back then, he had been completely enchanted by his junior sister Chu Yiyi and had long forgotten he even had a fiancée.

With Luo Ningshuang’s future in doubt and the Heaven-Devouring Demon Lord’s own attitude remaining vague, the Headmaster of the Academy had no choice but to revoke Luo Ningshuang’s status as Saintess. Now at thirteen, she had fallen to the 3rd stage Mortal Dust Realm. If not for her skill in alchemy, she probably would have been expelled from Jixia Academy long ago.

“In the original plot, Luo Ningshuang appears at sixteen, already in the Longevity Realm. As a female lead, there’s no way her realm would be that low.”

“I didn’t expect the author’s failed setup to actually work in a real-world scenario instead.”

Thinking this through, Su Ming looked at Uncle Meng, who had clearly been hesitating to speak since earlier.

“Uncle Meng, if there’s something you want to say, just say it.”

“But didn’t you say that if it’s something inappropriate, I shouldn’t speak?”

“It’s fine. I’m allowing you to speak now.”

Even as he said this, Su Ming had already guessed what Uncle Meng wanted to say.

“Young Master, your fiancée has now lost all talent, and her future is uncertain. Such a person really isn’t worthy of you. This old servant advises that you write a letter of annulment now, to avoid public criticism in the future.”

Uncle Meng’s reasoning was simple—his Young Master’s talent was unprecedented and, in the future, would definitely surpass this world. A woman with no talent would only become a burden, even if she were to marry Su Ming. Since there was no emotional connection yet and only an engagement, it would be best to end it now.

Hearing this, Su Ming immediately revealed an expression of expected confirmation. “This plot feels way too familiar…” he complained inwardly.

Wasn’t this just a gender-swapped version of that famous Xiao family storyline? If he ran over now to break off the engagement, wouldn’t he get hit with something like, ‘For thirty years the river flows east, for thirty years it flows west—never look down on a poor young girl’?

With so many examples in front of him, if he broke off the engagement now, three years later it’d probably be Luo Ningshuang storming the Three Saints Sect to hand him a divorce letter.

Still, Su Ming was truly curious—just what kind of terrifying opportunity did his fiancée encounter that could even suppress her innate Dao patterns?

“System, how many Destiny Points would it take to seize my fiancée’s opportunity?”

[Host’s current Destiny Points are insufficient for seizing. Consuming 100,000 Destiny Points can interfere with Luo Ningshuang’s opportunity.]

Even 100,000 Destiny Points could only interfere, not fully seize. That alone showed how terrifying her opportunity was.

But for Su Ming, this was also a good thing. No matter what, Luo Ningshuang was still his fiancée. Could she really escape his grasp?

Besides, now was the best time to win her over. Offering help in times of hardship was always better than adding flowers to a brocade.

“Uncle Meng, what are you saying? No matter what, she’s still my fiancée. How could I just abandon her? My reputation is important, but isn’t hers important too?”

“Put yourself in her shoes. If I abandoned her now, what would others say about her?”

“I didn’t expect my fiancée to be going through such hardships… If it weren’t for the upcoming sect competition, I would’ve gone to see her personally!”

Hearing this, a look of guilt appeared on Uncle Meng’s face. He imagined himself in Luo Ningshuang’s place and immediately realized how cruel that situation must be.

“Uncle Meng, I’ll write a letter now. Please deliver it to my fiancée. Also, let’s send her some of our cultivation resources.”

“Young Master… the resources Master and Madam left me… have already been used up…” Uncle Meng’s expression grew slightly awkward.

Over the years, the Three Saints Sect had used various pretexts to accuse Su Ming, squeezing resources from Uncle Meng as his protector. No matter how much Su Wu had left behind, it couldn’t withstand that kind of drain.

“Nothing left? Then go get some from Li Jianping! While you’re at it, get two Three Saints Golden Lotuses for my fiancée!”

Upon hearing this, Uncle Meng’s eyes flickered, then he turned and left the room. Moments later, the Three Saints Sect rang with Li Jianping’s furious roars and waves of clashing spiritual power.

As for Su Ming, he sat pondering how to write the letter to Luo Ningshuang. With two lifetimes of experience, this would be his first time writing to a woman.

“Luo Ningshuang and I have only heard of each other. Expressing affection right away seems inappropriate…” Su Ming thought carefully as he began writing slowly. By the time he sealed the letter, the spiritual fluctuations in the sect had already calmed.

Uncle Meng returned, a hint of satisfaction on his face. “Young Master, at first Li Jianping refused to hand them over, so I gave him a beating. After that, he obediently gave me the Three Saints Golden Lotuses.”

“Uncle Meng, be careful with your words. You two were just having a spar.”

“Young Master is right. I had a friendly exchange with Li Jianping and pointed out some flaws in his sword technique. As thanks, he gifted me five Three Saints Golden Lotuses.”

Looking at the five glowing lotuses in Uncle Meng’s hand, Su Ming couldn’t help but wonder how badly Li Jianping had been beaten.

To this, Su Ming only had one thing to say: well done.

“Young Master, here are three for your cultivation. I’ll take the remaining two to your future wife.”

Looking at the three lotus flowers offered to him, Su Ming shook his head. “You keep those three for your own refinement. Just deliver the remaining two to my fiancée.”

Uncle Meng was about to refuse but obediently accepted after seeing Su Ming’s firm gaze.

“Please deliver this letter to my fiancée.”

“I will not fail you, Young Master.”

Taking the letter, Uncle Meng left the Three Saints Sect. When the elder guarding the mountain gate saw him, he quickly pretended not to notice. The high-level members of the Three Saints Sect had all seen what happened earlier. Their sect master’s life-bound flying sword had been shattered on the spot—they wouldn’t dare stop him, even during a period of martial lockdown.

Sensing that Uncle Meng had left, Li Jianping clenched his jaw as he looked at his broken sword. Originally, he thought Su Ming’s guardian was only slightly stronger than him, but the actual fight showed it was a complete mismatch.

Uncle Meng’s weapon was at the half-step Void Realm level. Forget breaking his life-bound sword—killing him outright wouldn’t have been an issue. So, Li Jianping admitted defeat on the spot and handed over the Three Saints Golden Lotuses with both hands.

“Su Ming! Let’s see how long you can stay smug! Tomorrow, I’ll make sure you lose to Chu Fan in front of everyone!”

Clearly, Li Jianping had blamed everything on Su Ming. If it weren’t for Su Ming’s orders, that protector wouldn’t have come looking for trouble. With a dark expression, he flew toward Qingyang Peak.