Both My Parents Are Supremes—Why Should I Fear a Child of Destiny? - Chapter 15:

Chapter 15: Luo Ningshuang

Heaven Primordial Continent, Jixia Academy, Pill Room.

Due to the pill furnaces burning year-round, the temperature here was several hundred degrees higher than the outside world. In this sweltering environment, Luo Ningshuang stared intently at the furnace in front of her. The firelight reflected off her young, still-developing face, covered in sweat.

Though still slightly immature, anyone with discerning eyes could tell that in two more years, she would certainly grow into a peerless immortal beauty. Her silver-white hair draped past her temples, revealing the strange Dao pattern on her forehead. It didn’t look out of place—on the contrary, it only enhanced her unique temperament.

“Well, isn’t this our former Saintess? Still refining pills at this hour?”

“Isn’t alchemy all she has left? Without it, she would’ve been kicked out of the academy already.”

“Refining pills until old age, what good is progressing fast? A steady path is the true way forward!”

Luo Ningshuang was unmoved by these voices. Since her realm began declining, she had heard such remarks too many times to count. The ironic part was, the ones mocking her now used to grovel around her. Back then, she had kindly advised them not to waste their efforts on such things and focus on proper cultivation instead. But they had likely misinterpreted her words as condescending mockery. Since then, they would often come to the Pill Room to mock her current state—and sometimes even deliberately give her a hard time.

It was at moments like these that Luo Ningshuang felt fortunate that her cultivation had declined. Only through it had she seen the true nature of those flattering her. She grabbed more fuel and added it to the furnace.

A voice filled with guilt suddenly rang in her mind, “I’m truly sorry. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have fallen to this state…”

Every time Luo Ningshuang was mocked due to her declining cultivation, this voice would appear. She looked down at the pendant on her chest—the source of the voice. According to it, she was the Empress Yao Chi, the master of the Jade Pool Holy Land from beyond this world. Betrayed by a traitor, she died, and her remnant soul became attached to her life-bound treasure, the Jade Pool Heavenly Lock, which eventually drifted into the Heaven Primordial Continent.

At age twelve, while out on a trial, Luo Ningshuang happened to pick up the Jade Pool Heavenly Lock. The moment it sensed her innate Dao pattern, it actively initiated a recognition process. Once the bond was established, the Heavenly Lock began absorbing Luo Ningshuang’s cultivation to restore the Empress Yao Chi’s remnant soul—causing her innate Dao pattern to dim.

Now a year had passed, and Luo Ningshuang’s realm had dropped to the 3rd stage Mortal Dust Realm. The Empress’s soul had recovered enough to communicate with her, but full restoration would still take another three years.

“If you really want to apologize, then once your remnant soul is restored and your memories return, teach me the techniques of the Jade Pool Holy Land you always mention.”

Having fallen from glory to ruin, Luo Ningshuang had developed a maturity far beyond her age. Verbal apologies could never compare to real action. She had already received part of the Empress’s alchemy inheritance and knew it far surpassed anything in this world.

“I, the Empress Yao Chi, swear upon my name and fate itself! Once my soul is restored and memories recovered, I will pass down the full Jade Pool Holy Land techniques to Luo Ningshuang!”

Listening to that oath, Luo Ningshuang silently counted the time. Three years, two months, and twelve days remained.

Just then, the two who had mocked her earlier walked up beside her.

“You’re just a menial disciple now. When we talk to you, you don’t even respond?”

“Still dreaming about your past glory? Let me show you what reality looks like!”

As they prepared to make a move, a black-robed Uncle Meng suddenly appeared, slapping both of them away with a single palm.

“Insolent fools. You think you can touch her?”

Luo Ningshuang was stunned by Uncle Meng’s sudden appearance—she had no memory of knowing this man. Before she could ask, Jixia Academy’s Headmaster, Liu Yueru, appeared in the Pill Room and stared directly at Uncle Meng.

“Who are you?”

The moment Uncle Meng struck, she had sensed peak Star Realm spiritual Qi fluctuations. Yet she had no memory of such a person.

“I am the Dao Guardian of my young master. Luo Ningshuang is betrothed to him. Is this how Jixia Academy treats its guests?”

Liu Yueru immediately understood. She also recalled something odd: back when Luo Ningshuang’s realm began falling, she had visited the Trinity Saint Sect, and at the time, Su Ming’s attitude was completely indifferent. Why was he suddenly showing concern for his fiancée now?

No—something was off.

She suddenly realized that this man hadn’t come here out of concern for his fiancée. It had to be for something else.

With a look of realization, she said, “So, the young master Su has finally made the decision.”

After all, everyone—including Luo Ningshuang herself—had already accepted it. With her realm fallen to the Mortal Dust Realm, it was only a matter of time before the engagement was annulled. The letter severing their engagement would inevitably arrive.

“So this day has finally come?” Luo Ningshuang thought silently as she looked at Uncle Meng.

She knew full well that the only reason she remained in Jixia Academy was due to the alchemy inheritance from the Empress Yao Chi—and her status as Su Ming’s fiancée. Jixia Academy didn’t want to offend the Trinity Saint Sect, nor did they dare provoke Su Ming’s parents, who stood at the Heavenly Dao Realm.

Before Uncle Meng could even speak, Liu Yueru continued, “Since the letter of annulment is here, starting today, Luo Ningshuang is no longer a disciple of Jixia Academy!”

“In recognition of your recent alchemy work, here are 100 lower-grade spirit stones. From now on, you have no further connection with Jixia Academy!”

But before she finished, Uncle Meng’s voice turned cold.

“What do you mean by that?”

Assuming Uncle Meng was unhappy with the arrangement, Liu Yueru added, “Since you’re no longer part of the academy, all techniques you’ve learned here must be returned.”

The implication was clear—she wanted to cripple Luo Ningshuang’s cultivation.

Hearing this, Uncle Meng roared, “You dare?! Luo Ningshuang is the recognized fiancée of the young master. And you would dare cripple her in front of me?! Liu Yueru, your courage truly knows no bounds!”

Liu Yueru and Luo Ningshuang were both stunned.

“Impossible… Her cultivation is gone, her Dao pattern is dim… there’s no reason for the engagement to continue…”

“You’d better start thinking about how you’ll explain this to the young master!”

Ignoring Liu Yueru, Uncle Meng walked over to Luo Ningshuang and took out a letter personally written by Su Ming.

“Young Madam, this is a letter from the young master. Since you’ve been expelled from Jixia Academy, would you be willing to return with me to the Trinity Saint Sect?”

Luo Ningshuang opened the letter and immediately felt a sting in her heart. The letter bluntly laid out her current reality and what her future might hold. Su Ming expressed his understanding and respect for her struggles—and offered her a choice.

If she didn’t wish to continue the engagement, he would not force it. But if she still had the heart to walk the cultivation path, then this letter was an invitation to walk that road together.

After reading it, Luo Ningshuang was confused. She was already a cripple—why would he still choose to honor the engagement? Why would he offer her cultivation resources?

Her experiences this past year had shown her the ugliness of most people. She no longer believed in kindness without reason.

But regardless of Su Ming’s true intentions, anything would be better than remaining at Jixia Academy.

“I’ll go with you…”