None of them looked even slightly ashamed after Hun Yu brought up those matters. Instead, their expressions turned even more twisted upon hearing his words.
Mu Qingwan curled her lips and said, “Tch~ You always bring up those old accounts. Can’t you say something new? Back then, did I force you to do those things? Weren’t they all done of your own accord? Did I ever ask you to help me with anything? You were just being self-important. How could anyone else be blamed?”
She continued coldly, “Besides, Xiao Han might not have been here as long as you, but in what way can you compare to him? Character, cultivation, talent—do you have anything that matches him? Maybe just one thing. You do have a good-looking face, but so what? In a world like this, appearance doesn’t make you powerful.”
Hua Wucuo sneered as well and said, “Exactly. No one forced you to do any of it. If you ended up miserable, you deserved it. Other than a handsome face, what else do you have? What do you have to compare with Xiao Han? Do you even qualify? We like Xiao Han and dislike you—what are you going to do about it?”
Zhou Yashi, their Master, was already growing annoyed. She looked at Hun Yu with increasing impatience, waved her hand, and said, “Shut your mouth. If you disturb Xiao Han and it causes any complications or lasting effects in his condition, just watch how I deal with you! I don’t want to hear another word. Either get out now, or I’ll slap you out!”
Hun Yu let out a low chuckle and said, “Heh… Haha… Don’t worry. Once I’ve said what I came to say, I’ll leave.”
Zhou Yashi held back her temper, her brows furrowed, coldly glaring at him.
Seeing this, Hun Yu said, “Back then, when you found me and brought me up the mountain for cultivation, you never actually guided me. You claimed it was to temper me, but in truth, you just couldn’t be bothered.”
“At the time, you and the sect master of Spirit Coffin Peak were neck and neck in terms of qualifications to become sect master. The previous sect master favored the other one. But when I unexpectedly awakened a divine-level talent during the talent test, even the Grand Elder was startled. It was only after he witnessed my talent that he decided to support you, and that’s how the position of sect master fell into your hands. Am I wrong?”
“Among my awakened talents, there was a powerful sealing ability. Because of that, I, a ten-year-old child, cultivated in the Demon Burial Ravine and channeled spiritual Qi into several seals daily to prevent demonic Qi from leaking. It’s thanks to me reinforcing those seals that the sect has remained untouched by demonic Qi for all these years. And all of this merit… was taken credit for by you, Master. It was also one of the major factors that helped you ascend to sect master so quickly.”
“Yet now, all of you choose to turn a blind eye to everything I’ve done, pretending you didn’t hear or see a thing. Instead, all your care and affection goes to this new Junior Brother, as if he were everything to you. This kind of behavior… truly chills the heart.”
Zhou Yashi’s expression grew darker by the moment, the anger in her eyes on the verge of exploding. In the past, Hun Yu would’ve already been intimidated by now, trembling and unable to meet her gaze.
But today, there was no fear in him. He met Zhou Yashi’s eyes calmly and unwaveringly, not yielding an inch.
This made Zhou Yashi a little startled. She couldn’t understand—why had Hun Yu suddenly changed? Where did this newfound confidence and strength come from?
She narrowed her eyes and said, “Today’s performance has surprised me. What? Someone backing you now? Or have you suddenly grown bold enough to ignore me?”
Hun Yu lightly shook his head and said, “I’m not here today to ask Mu Qingwan to marry me, nor to ask for any change in your attitudes, and certainly not to beg you to speak on my behalf. I’m only here for two things. I believe Master can easily fulfill both.”
Zhou Yashi coldly looked at him and said, “If it’s about status, spiritual pills, or spirit stones, I might barely consider it. But anything beyond that, don’t even open your mouth.”
Hun Yu shook his head again, took out two contracts from his robe, both still freshly written, the ink not yet dry.
“Here are two agreements. One is a written contract nullifying my engagement with Mu Qingwan. The other severs all ties with the Heavenly Profound Sect, removing any association with it. I only ask that you sign them. Nothing more.”
Mu Qingwan suspiciously took the contract. She didn’t believe Hun Yu would be so decisive. Could this be some kind of trap?
The others also didn’t believe it and leaned in to look. The document read:
[Today, Hun Yu and Mu Qingwan, having once entered into a marriage agreement, now find themselves emotionally incompatible and unwilling to maintain the relationship through this contract. It is hereby decided to dissolve the marriage agreement on the spot, severing all ties henceforth, with Heaven and Earth as witness.]
Mu Qingwan was stunned. Seeing Hun Yu’s name already signed and marked with a blood fingerprint, she found herself momentarily dazed, her mind inexplicably uneasy.
She asked herself—wasn’t this exactly what she’d wanted? She had dreamed countless times of this very scene. Yet now that Hun Yu was truly severing their bond, why did her heart feel so unsettled, so inexplicably heavy?
Zhou Yashi picked up the sect-severing contract and quickly read through it.
[Today, Hun Yu, disciple under Sect Master Zhou Yashi of the Heavenly Profound Sect, being unable to cultivate, has brought shame upon the sect. Unwilling to remain a burden and waste sect resources, Hun Yu voluntarily terminates all ties with the sect and severs the master-disciple relationship with Zhou Yashi. From this moment on, they owe each other nothing and shall go their separate ways. Heaven and Earth as witness.]
This one, too, was signed and sealed with a blood print. Now, as long as Mu Qingwan and Zhou Yashi added their signatures and fingerprints, the contracts would immediately take effect. These types of agreements were bound by a special contract seal—once signed, they came under the supervision of the Heavenly Dao and could not be changed without severe punishment.
“Sign it, Senior Sister. Isn’t this perfect? Hun Yu isn’t so hopeless after all. At least this time, he did something right!” Hua Wucuo urged.
But Xiao Han struggled to sit up, clutching his chest and said with deep emotion, “Don’t sign it, Senior Sister Qingwan! This is all my fault. Please don’t fight anymore. If you sign this, you’ll truly have no ties left. I’d rather leave than let you lose someone who treated you so well. I beg you, don’t sign it!”
Mu Qingwan, whose heart had been wavering, suddenly made up her mind upon hearing this. She quickly signed the contract and stamped it with her blood.
At that moment, the contract let out a flash of golden light, then faded—it meant Heaven and Earth had acknowledged it.
She let out a cold snort, handed the contract to Hun Yu, and no longer looked at him.
Zhou Yashi glanced at him and said, “What? You thought this would scare me? You should know, what I hate most is being forced. Especially by someone like you—a useless, trash disciple.”
“In that case, I’ll give you no chance to regret it. Take it and leave. You’re on your own now.”