C7 It Was Not an Annulment but I Dont Want Her Anymore!

At that moment, the middle-aged man seated beside him spoke up, "What marriage are we talking about? We're here to call off the engagement. I believe that concludes today's business. We'll be taking our leave now."

"Exactly. A man who isn't even a Martial Cultivator doesn't deserve my sister," the young girl chimed in.

"Ji Lu, what is the meaning of this? Are you really taking this stance? Your Ji Family was once quite pleased with this marriage arrangement," Wang Tianlong said with displeasure.

"Sigh, that was many years ago. Times have changed. Besides, your Wang Family's young master isn't a Martial Cultivator, and my family's Ji Shui is so gifted that she's caught the eye of a young master from the Aetherwind Dynasty's royal family. Are you seriously considering competing with the royal family?" Ji Lu retorted.

"But we had an agreement. Aren't you going to offer any compensation? Going back on your word could tarnish the Ji Family's reputation," Wang Tianlong countered, realizing they couldn't afford to cross the royal family and hoping to negotiate for a better settlement.

"That's not an issue. You should be aware that the Eastern Family's young master has graciously granted our Ji Family three spots at Aetherwind Academy. We've decided to give one of those spots to your son. What do you say?" Ji Lu offered calmly.

"I didn't expect you'd be willing to part with such a coveted spot. In that case, the Wang Family will agree to dissolve the engagement. What about the marriage?" Wang Tianlong pondered before responding.

Just then, a voice interjected, "Hold on, I disagree. I was unaware of this marriage arrangement before, but now that I am, may I have a word?"

"Enough, Fan'er, don't be foolish. We're talking about an admission spot to Aetherwind Academy. You do realize that graduates are among the elite within the Martial Master realm," Wang Pingfan's mother admonished.

"An admission to Aetherwind Academy is trivial. I will secure my place there on my own merits, without the need for handouts," Wang Pingfan stated coolly.

"Hmph, not much to look at, yet quite bold in speech. How about we have a little competition right now?" the young girl standing beside him challenged.

"Enough with the competition. Why don't you step aside and just send over the acceptance letter?" Wang Tianlong told Ji Lu.

"Ah, kids need to learn the hard way. My daughter may only be seventeen, but she's already a three-star Martial Cultivator. I'm curious about what level Young Master Wang has reached," Ji Lu mocked.

"Indeed, anyone can talk big. Looks like I need to show you how to behave properly," the girl said before aiming a palm strike at Wang Pingfan.

Wang Tianlong's expression shifted, but Ji Lu reassured him, "Relax, the Wang family's young lady is measured in her actions. At worst, he'll be bedridden for a few days. It's best he stays grounded and doesn't entertain lofty delusions."

Wang Pingfan remained motionless, his composure unshaken by the girl's attack. She was momentarily startled, then realized he was just a weakling, too scared to even flinch. She decided to pull her punches, fearing she might accidentally kill him.

Wang Pingfan's parents were visibly anxious, but they were soon astonished. The girl's palm connected with Wang Pingfan's chest, yet he stood there unfazed, commenting, "It seems your strength isn't all that great. I didn't feel a thing."

The girl withdrew her hand, her shock evident. "I only used a fraction of my power, but how could you, a mere nobody who isn't even a Martial Cultivator, withstand that?"

"Who said I wasn't a Martial Cultivator?" Wang Pingfan's energy surged, sending the girl stumbling backward.

Impossible, his level is higher than mine. She couldn't believe it, refusing to accept that he was more than a non-cultivator. It must be a lie. She launched another attack, "Witness my Floating Cloud Hand."

"No," Ji Lu thought to intervene, but it was too late. The Floating Cloud Hand was the Ji family's signature martial skill, a low-grade yellow martial skill. If this palm landed, it would cause severe injury if not death, leading to endless trouble.

Then, another astonishing event unfolded. Someone was sent flying, blood spewing from their mouth, and to everyone's disbelief, it was the Ji family's young lady. How could she be repelled without him moving an inch? Could he be concealing some powerful amulet within his clothing?

Ji Lu cradled his daughter and confronted Wang Tianlong with fury. "The Wang family certainly doesn't shy away from flaunting its wealth, equipping your son with a treasure of at least two stars. I concede this round. But remember, your son just refused the summons. Don't claim the Ji family hasn't offered you compensation." With that, he prepared to depart.

"Just like that, you're leaving?" Wang Pingfan's voice rang out.

"Do you intend to strike me, thinking you're invincible with that amulet?" Ji Lu retorted with rage.

"Of course not. I merely wanted to clarify that the marriage proposal was withdrawn by my family, as I find the lady unsuitable," Wang Pingfan replied coolly.

"Fine, fine. This incident will not be forgotten by the Ji family. We'll settle this another day, and I hope you won't live to regret it," Ji Lu spat out angrily before turning to leave.

"What happened? Fan'er, did you secretly take a treasure from our home and wear it?" Wang Pingfan's mother inquired, having regained her composure.

"Absolutely not, Mother. This strength is all my own," Wang Tianlong interjected, "Come on, you rascal, out with it. What's really going on?"

Unable to reveal his secret as a transmigrator, Wang Pingfan fabricated a tale. "Here's what happened: I stumbled upon a map in our family's library that led to a miraculous fruit known to enhance one's physique. I ventured to the back mountain this past month and, after a considerable struggle, found and consumed the fruit. It allowed me to break through to my current level of power. Moreover, I sense my talents have improved. Rest assured, Father, Mother, no one will ridicule you any longer."

Wang Pingfan's mother expressed both joy and concern, "Is there truly such a miraculous fruit? Tianlong, please check for any side effects. We wouldn't want anything serious to happen." Wang Tianlong placed his palm on Wang Pingfan's back and, channeling his spiritual energy, began a thorough examination.

Shortly after, he removed his hand, astounded, "This is truly unbelievable! Fan'er, you've actually reached the level of a four-star Martial Cultivator, and both your Qi Sea and physical body far surpass those at the same level. Such an extraordinary fruit! What does it look like? Are there any more? Typically, the more remarkable the fruit, the likelier it is guarded by demonic beasts. Did you encounter none? Your luck is quite extraordinary."

Reflecting on the experience, Wang Pingfan said, "Now that you mention it, I did hear a beast roar after I ate the fruit, but I quickly ran away. Thinking back, it must have been the guardian medicinal beast. Sadly, that fruit tree bore only that single fruit, and it withered after I picked it. What a shame."

"Alright, alright, Fan'er, the important thing is you returned safely and with such an incredible fortune," his mother soothed.

"You've been blessed with this fortune, but remember not to become arrogant," Wang Tianlong advised. "Given your current level of cultivation, attending Aetherwind Academy is still fraught with danger. Why refuse the enrollment offer?"

"Rest assured, Father. I sense that the fruit's medicinal power hasn't fully dispersed yet. I believe I can advance another two realms. By then, taking the academy's examination should pose no issue," Wang Pingfan assured him confidently.

"Well, if that's the case, I'll say no more. Oh, and in half a month, the Three Great Clans will host the Autumn Hunt. You've yet to learn any martial skills. Visit the Scripture Library to study, but remember not to let pride cloud your judgment. Use this time to diligently cultivate in secret and aim to make a remarkable impression. Show them that Wang Tianlong's son is no weakling."

"I understand, Father. I'll make you proud," Pingfan promised with confidence.

"Here, hold on to these spirit stones," Wang Tianlong said as he gestured with a wave of his hand, sending a bag tumbling into Wang Pingfan's grasp.

"Thanks, Dad. I'm off to the Scripture Library then," Wang Pingfan replied, turning to make his departure.