The Whole World Wants Me To Get Divorced chapter 73
Reunion of Old Acquaintances
The spiritual energy of the earth’s veins was recovering, a significant event for both the cultivation world and the demon realm. However, these matters were left for the Demon Control bureau and human sects to report. Wen Yan and his group stayed for only one day, surveying the surroundings for any abnormalities before heading back.
Su Meng and Qin You had no plans to leave the country in the short term. After a century of absence, they finally had the intention to manage their own residence. Feeling that the decorations in the house were somewhat outdated, they, being monsters, changed the interior design almost every day.
Recently, Wen Yan had a bit of trouble.
Whether it was good or bad was hard to say.
His identity had leaked out, and once the news of the return of the Supreme Immortal Wuyan spread, it almost went viral at lightning speed.
There were too many people and demons in the vicinity of the Not Day Peak, and with curious eyes everywhere, many saw him being accepted by the earth’s veins. Later, when the spiritual energy revived, he came out with Rong Xiao, and when talking to Su Meng and Qin You, many others saw him too.
Although Supreme Immortal Wuyan had fallen for many years and wasn’t as famous in the demon realm as Rong Xiao, he had a considerable fan base among human cultivators. So, as soon as this news spread, the remaining sects in the human realm were all in an uproar, the excitement comparable to seeing an ancestral ancestor waking up.
They no longer held back their reserved demeanor and immortal demeanor; they didn’t care whether the residents of the demon realm welcomed them or not. They flocked to Green Mountain and the Demon Control Bureau, strongly requesting to visit Supreme Immortal Wuyan.
Initially, Wen Yan tried to avoid them.
Joking, he had worked hard enough in his past life. He diligently performed his duties without any negligence, yet he didn’t even get the basic benefits, let alone enjoy the five insurances and one fund. He even had to subsidize his disciples out of his pocket and ultimately sacrificed his life.
This time, he had no intention of working for the sect again.
Now, he just wanted to be a simple rich second-generation, relying on his parents and husband for a living.
However, he still browsed through forums for monsters and cultivators to see what was going on.
Mainly, he wanted to see how others praised him.
Humans were like that, soft-eared and fond of hearing compliments.
He lay on the bed, swinging his legs, eagerly anticipating a bunch of rainbow farts.
However, when he clicked into the forum, the scene was somewhat different from his imagination.
There were indeed many compliments, with cultivators forgetting about calmness and self-control, seemingly at a large star-chasing event. They praised him to the heavens, describing him as unparalleled and perfect, a rare and perfect person in the world.
It made him feel a bit embarrassed.
But he soon couldn’t laugh.
Because he saw a post with a very familiar style name. It was trending on the homepage, as if afraid that others wouldn’t see it.
The title of the post was—”When will Supreme Immortal Wuyan divorce Rong Xiao? Waiting online, very urgent!!!”
Inside were wishes from infatuated men and resentful women, hoping Supreme Immortal Wuyan would divorce soon. They each had their reasons, claiming not to dare to think about Supreme Immortal Wuyan, asserting that they, as ordinary people, weren’t worthy of him. But Supreme Immortal Wuyan, a treasure of our cultivation world, how could he be deceived by the demon realm? Unfair!
As long as Supreme Immortal Wuyan liked it, the handsome men and beautiful women of our cultivation world would line up for him to choose. It was guaranteed that they would be well-informed and interesting, never competing or being jealous!
Wen Yan watched with a cold sweat. This was too bold. If Rong Xiao, the petty-minded demon, saw this, the person who posted it might end up being thrown on the wall and have their head shaved as a public demonstration.
But that wasn’t all. Even though this was the territory of human cultivators, residents from the demon realm also often visited. Upon discovering this post, they couldn’t accept it and began arguing with the cultivators. They hoped for Rong Xiao to divorce, too; weren’t there few beauties in the demon realm? Why did Mr. Rong choose a human in the end?!
Our demon realm has also suffered greatly! The flower at the top of the mountain has been desecrated by humans!
The two sides argued fiercely, and the use of emojis was dreamlike, with typing speed leaving afterimages.
It seemed like there might be an escalation from online verbal sparring to offline physical fights.
Wen Yan felt exhausted watching it all and decided to close the forum page. It seemed that both the residents of the demon realm and the human cultivators were equally troublesome, hoping for him to divorce quickly to seize an opportunity.
Wen Yan wiped his face, thinking, “You guys have such beautiful imaginations, but I won’t divorce in this lifetime.”
Nevertheless, he still welcomed most of the sect leaders, mainly because they came so diligently to report to him, and some were even white-bearded old gentlemen. He couldn’t be too rude.
He made it clear to these sect leaders that he was now at most a mascot of the cultivation world, similar to Rong Xiao retiring from the Demon Control Bureau. He had also retired from the position of Peak Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
As a retired salted fish, he wouldn’t shine brightly anymore.
Moreover, with the gradual recovery of spiritual energy, it was their turn to shine in their home court and promote the cultivation world.
The representatives of these sects nodded repeatedly.
They didn’t have too many expectations for Wen Yan from their sects; they mostly wanted to visit their idol. After all, Ten Thousand Swords Sect was still there, and even if Wen Yan chose a sect to settle in, he would definitely prioritize his own sect.
Wen Yan did take a closer look at the current Sect Master of Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
This Sect Master was the youngest among all the sect leaders, just in his thirties. He couldn’t be described as handsome, but he was very gentle and polite, making people feel comfortable.
However, Wen Yan glanced at him and felt a bit bitter and emotional.
Their human sects had declined due to the depletion of spiritual energy. In his former era, the Sect Master of Ten Thousand Swords Sect wouldn’t even have been well-known, but now, he had to assume the responsibility of being the Sect Master.
Wen Yan thought for a moment, feeling a bit sympathetic. He waved at the Sect Master, specifically asking him, “Is Ten Thousand Swords Sect doing okay? Although I’m dozens of generations ahead of you, I can be considered your senior.”
Other sect leaders looked at Ten Thousand Swords Sect, all quite envious.
Although Wen Yan spoke with tact, it was obvious that he intended to support the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
However, the master of Ten Thousand Swords Sect just stared blankly, as if not understanding.
He looked at Wen Yan’s fair face for a while before regaining his senses. Instead of expressing any grievances to Wen Yan, he said, “The sect is doing well. Although it can’t compare to the scale when Senior was in charge, we haven’t suffered any hardships. Our three junior disciples also just got accepted into university this year.”
Wen Yan twitched his mouth. It seemed that times had changed. Even cultivators had to go to college.
“Are you here just to see me this time?” Wen Yan asked with a slightly amused expression.
Other sect leaders came with requests, but his own was unexpectedly reserved and honest.
The master of Ten Thousand Swords Sect subconsciously nodded at first but soon shook his head.
He looked a bit embarrassed as he smiled at Wen Yan and took out a wooden box from behind, handing it to Wen Yan.
“I came to give this to you, Senior,” said the master of Ten Thousand Swords Sect. “This is a treasure passed down through generations in our sect. Before Master Taisheng passed away, he once divined that you and our sect still have a connection, so he wanted to leave this to you.”
Wen Yan looked at the wooden box, momentarily lost in thought.
The Master Taisheng they mentioned was his master, Han Weijiang, who had accepted him as a disciple. Although their relationship wasn’t particularly close, his master was a stern person, and Wen Yan, being too lively, was often punished to reflect on himself in seclusion.
He had always thought that his master didn’t particularly like him, only taking him as a disciple because of his outstanding talent.
It wasn’t until later, when he discussed with Han Weijiang about using himself to exchange for peace in the world, that Han Weijiang vehemently disagreed. He even wanted to imprison him and prevent him from going.
At that moment, Wen Yan vaguely felt that his master might not be as cold-hearted as he appeared.
Wen Yan paused and took the wooden box.
In that instant, he knew what was inside because it was too familiar. He had been patted on the shoulder and struck on the palm with this thing.
As he opened it, unsurprisingly, inside was the lifebound sword of his master—the Wangran.
Han Weijiang, in his era, was also a respected figure, and Wangran traveled the world with him. One could say that he was full of vigor, upright, and righteous. However, he fell behind after Wen Yan later surpassed him, making even his brilliance seem dim.
Wen Yan took out the snow-white long sword from the box, and a clear radiance emanated from the sword. The sword did not resist Wen Yan at all; it even showed a submissive posture.
Wen Yan vaguely sensed something and stopped smiling. He gently touched the sword’s blade.
In his past life, he rarely carried a sword when he went out, as his spiritual power was sufficient to resist any weapon. However, he was somewhat envious of others’ cool-looking swords, thinking about making a particularly good-looking one for himself to flaunt.
But until he passed away, that sword was never made.
In this life, he was no longer Yan Gu, but now he had a beautiful white sword presented to him.
The master of Ten Thousand Swords Sect spoke softly, “Master Taisheng spoke before his death, saying that he lived a bright and upright life but felt guilty only towards his disciple Yan Gu. Passing Wangran to you now, he hoped that you would continue to be carefree, joyful, and not re-enter the sect. Just be a carefree ordinary person.”
Wen Yan held the Wangran in his hand for a long time, unable to speak.
In his past life, he only lived for twenty-four years, and during those entire twenty-four years, he spent his time in Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
He lived happily in the sect, yet not quite happily because from the moment he became Master Han’s disciple, he was destined to bear the gaze and expectations of too many people.
He was different from his fellow senior brothers and sisters.
He had everything bestowed upon him by his talent, and he didn’t need to cultivate to make progress that others couldn’t achieve in a hundred years.
The cultivators in the sect were jealous, envious, and even had affection for him.
But he didn’t have a true friend he could confide in.
Until he met Rong Xiao.
But now, holding the Wangran in his hand, a sword that had crossed three thousand years and had been perfectly preserved, Wen Yan’s eyes reddened.
He thought he was carefree enough to let go of the past.
But it turned out he wasn’t.
Those twenty-four years in the sect were still an inseparable part of him.
Wen Yan put away the Wangran, asking the master of Ten Thousand Swords Sect, “Is our sect still in its original location?”
He didn’t hold much hope, as the power of the cultivation world had weakened, and it was unlikely that the sect still had a city or a mountain as it did before.
Unexpectedly, the master of Ten Thousand Swords Sect said, “Senior, forgive my uselessness. Ten Thousand Swords Sect has shrunk significantly compared to when you were in charge. Only the main peak is left. We are all on the main peak now.”
This was beyond what Wen Yan had expected.
The next sentence from the master of Ten Thousand Swords Sect surprised him even more.
“Senior, your residence from back then is still there. It’s just that your book pavilion, the courtyard on the back mountain, and the training ground are gone…”
The master of Ten Thousand Swords spoke with a touch of guilt.
Wen Yan, however, was stunned.
His residence was still there?
Didn’t that mean… the courtyard where he and Rong Xiao had lived together was still there?
Wen Yan’s heart thumped.
He said to the master of Ten Thousand Swords Sect, “I might come back in a while. Is it convenient for you?”
The master of Ten Thousand Swords Sect was both surprised and delighted. “Of course, it’s convenient. You can come anytime.”
Wen Yan wasted no time. The next day, he took Rong Xiao and returned to Ten Thousand Swords Sect, revisiting the place where they had once lived, after a gap of three thousand years.