Chapter 126: To Be Honest, Actually

Looking at the rice paper spread out on the ground, the ink slab, and the brush resting on it, Lin Xun’s heart was filled with extreme conflict for a moment.

Letter of Divorce

That’s right, Sikong Wangxing had spread out the rice paper, and the brush was placed right by Lin Xun’s hand.

In other words, Lin Xun was expected to write a Letter of Divorce.

Not only that, there was an envelope to Lin Xun’s left.

Inside the envelope was the marriage contract, containing the birth dates and horoscopes of both Lin Xun and Sikong Wangxing.

Typically, both the man and woman would have a copy of such a contract; there should have been another one in Lin Xun’s possession, but—

Lin Xun realized he had never even seen it.

Could it be with the Old Man? Had the Old Man not had the chance to give it to him yet?

“Forget it, I’ll worry about my copy of the marriage contract later. The critical thing is right now.”

Lin Xun picked up the brush and gently dipped it into the thick, black ink on the slab.

Just as Lin Xun was about to start writing, he looked up at the young girl sitting by the cave entrance, hugging her knees.

The girl’s face remained Pale. Her star-like eyes gazed out of the cave, where a drizzling rain was falling. The light rain merged with the night, rendering an incredibly sorrowful atmosphere.

“Divorce”

Having only written the first stroke of the word “Divorce,” Lin Xun found himself too consumed by guilt to continue.

A Letter of Divorce.

What was he divorcing?

According to the process of tearing up a marriage contract in the Mortal World, it was essentially no different from divorcing a wife.

First, a Letter of Divorce had to be written.

Then, the marriage contract would be burned together, turning all of the past into drifting smoke.

Although the content of the letter was different, it similarly divorced not just the marriage, but the wife herself.

Furthermore, even for a divorce of marriage, one had to list various faults of the woman to establish the grounds for the divorce.

But the problem was, Miss Sikong hadn’t done anything wrong; he was the one at fault.

Wait, this marriage contract had already been set by the time he found out about it, so he couldn’t take all the blame, right?

Should the blame lie with the Old Man and Miss Sikong’s grandfather for playing matchmaker so haphazardly?

Regardless, looking at the single stroke left on the white paper, Lin Xun remained unable to write further.

Sikong Wangxing had no faults, he had no reason to divorce the marriage, and he had no right to divorce her!

“Miss Sikong,” Lin Xun called out.

“Has Young Master Lin finished writing?” The girl turned her head.

With just one glance, Lin Xun felt as if he saw a thread that was about to snap.

Lin Xun even had an illusion that this thread was the girl’s entire life, everything she had been holding onto. If he truly wrote this Letter of Divorce, that thread would snap completely.

“I have no right to divorce you,” Lin Xun sighed, dropping the brush. “You should be the one to divorce me instead.”

“?” Sikong Wangxing tilted her head, blinking as she looked at Lin Xun.

Her gentle and pure appearance was like that of a girl next door; one would fear her suffering even the slightest grievance, as if the only motivation for going to school every morning was to see her the moment the door opened.

“What I mean is…” Lin Xun placed the brush and ink before her, “You have done nothing wrong. The fault is mine. It’s better if you divorce me.”

“Young Master Lin is truly strange.”

Sikong Wangxing’s brilliant eyes blinked as she looked at Lin Xun. Her frail, sickly appearance made one want to protect her.

This definitely wasn’t because Lin Xun was a pervert, but rather because any man who saw Sikong Wangxing would subconsciously feel a protective instinct.

“Since ancient times, only a husband divorces a wife. How could a wife divorce her husband?”

“Er… we are both Cultivators, let’s not worry about such things,” Lin Xun explained.

“But even so, what reason would I have to divorce the Young Master?” the girl asked.

“I’ve fallen for someone else!” Lin Xun confessed. “Miss Sikong, to be honest, I actually already have a girl I like.”

Hearing Lin Xun’s words, the girl, who thought her heart was already dead, felt a faint ache in that unhealthy heart within her chest, like being bitten by ants.

Sikong Wangxing bit her red lips and lifted her head, her eyes already misting over. “Is it that woman who came to ask me to break off the engagement on Young Master Lin’s behalf last time?”

“Ah? Last time? Oh.” Lin Xun remembered. Last time, he had indeed disguised himself as a woman to ask her to break off the engagement during the Night of the Demon Sword.

“Yes, it’s her,” Lin Xun nodded. He couldn’t expose Qinger, so he might as well let her misunderstand. “When I was injured, she saved me and stayed by my side. Without her, I would be dead already.”

“I see…”

The girl clutched her chest tightly, her breathing becoming hurried and her face turning even paler. But even so, she continued to smile.

“Then Young Master Lin can divorce Wang Xing. As a wife, Wang Xing failed to make Young Master Lin like her. Failing to accompany the Young Master during his time of greatest peril is already a failure of duty as a wife. The Young Master has a reason to divorce Wang Xing now. Wang Xing wishes the Young Ma—”

“Miss Sikong?”

Before she could finish the word ‘Master’, Lin Xun saw Wang Xing’s eyes gradually close as she collapsed forward.

Lin Xun quickly caught her, channeling his spiritual power into her to sustain her.

The emotional shock had caused her already unstable spiritual power to become chaotic again, causing her internal injuries to flare up and worsen significantly.

What was most fatal was that when Lin Xun had treated her before, he clearly felt a powerful will to survive within the spiritual power circulating in Sikong Wangxing’s body.

That will to live had allowed the girl to cling to her last breath; otherwise, with such heavy injuries, she would have been in danger long ago.

But now, she seemed to have given up all will to live, even feeling as if it didn’t matter if she just died like this. The breath of life in her heart seemed ready to be extinguished completely.

After an incense stick time, Lin Xun was covered in sweat, and Sikong Wangxing’s condition remained dire.

“This won’t do, I must find a Medical Cultivator.”

Lin Xun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

When Wang Xing was injured before, Lin Xun could still force a recovery using his own spiritual power to regulate her breath. After all, having traveled the Jianghu for so many years, Lin Xun was something of a makeshift Medical Cultivator himself.

But now her injuries were even heavier, exceeding Lin Xun’s capabilities. She required the most meticulous treatment, which only a Medical Cultivator could provide!

“Medical Cultivator… Medicine King Valley.”

Without another word, Lin Xun packed up the brush, ink, paper, and the marriage contract, then picked up Wang Xing and began to run wildly.

The problem was that the Heiwu Secret Realm was so large; how was he supposed to find a Disciple of Medicine King Valley?!

“Miss Sikong… Miss Sikong…” Lin Xun called out to the girl in his arms as he flew, hoping that calling her name would stimulate her consciousness.

“Brother Lin…” Just then, the girl with closed eyes murmured indistinctly, like she was talking in her sleep.

“Miss Sikong, I’m here,” Lin Xun replied. Even if it was just sleep-talking, it was something. But why was she calling him Brother Lin?

“Brother Lin…”

In Lin Xun’s arms, the girl called out repeatedly.

“Brother Lin… Wang Xing learned embroidery… learned the Ladys Gait… learned the Star Eyes… learned… so many things…”

“Yes, Miss Sikong can learn even more things in the future,” Lin Xun replied while continuing to sprint.

“Brother Lin…”

“Hmm?”

“Wang Xing… is Sixteen this year.”