Pregnant with the Immortal Venerable's Child After Divorce - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Is There Such a Good Thing?

His movements were too fast, so fast that Wen Sucheng didn’t even have time to see clearly, and he stared down for a few breaths.

“Heli (divorce)…” Wen Sucheng read the two words aloud, his voice very low and his pace slow, as if he was chewing on them. Because of this, for a moment, Yan Zhu suspected that he didn’t understand the meaning of these two words at all, but the next moment, Wen Sucheng looked up at him, “You want a heli?”

His tone was calm, as if he was discussing an official matter that was about to be handled.

Yan Zhu’s heart instantly clenched. He nodded very lightly, his lips slightly pursed. His original pleasant demeanor faded a bit, making his complexion look somewhat pale.

“Yes.” Yan Zhu’s voice was a little softer, “Is it possible?”

Wen Sucheng didn’t answer, but his actions proved everything.

He directly used the pen in his hand to sign the divorce agreement, so quickly that Yan Zhu didn’t even see clearly. The paper was folded, placed in an empty envelope, sealed, and handed to Yan Zhu: “All done. Go play now.”

His movements looked no different from how he usually processed official documents.

Perhaps, in his eyes, this marriage was no different from work.

Yan Zhu’s nose suddenly felt sore, but he didn’t cry, nor did his eyes even redden. Instead, he said in a light tone, “I’m right here. Why put it in an envelope?”

“It’s easily damaged.” Wen Sucheng stroked his finger over the envelope. A faint pattern of a protective formation could be seen through the paper, which would protect the letter from harm.

Yan Zhu didn’t expect him to take this divorce agreement so seriously, which made him even more upset. He reached out and snatched it, stuffing it into his sleeve to prevent Wen Sucheng from touching it, and said, “I’m going out to play with Ran Yin.”

If it were in the past, Wen Sucheng would definitely have asked a few more questions and ordered a few people to follow him, but perhaps because they were divorced, he no longer had that responsibility. He just nodded: “You can take anything you need from the treasury.”

Yan Zhu was stunned for a few breaths before realizing that Wen Sucheng was dividing the family property with him.

Does he want to sever ties with him so quickly?

Yan Zhu immediately suspected that Wen Sucheng had wanted to break up with him for a long time, but had been hesitant due to his father and external rumors. But if he were to say when it started, he really couldn’t think of any suspicious signs.

After hundreds of years of marriage, the relationship between the two was simply and roughly divided into two parts by their intimacy, but Wen Sucheng’s attitude towards him had always been the same.

“Aren’t you afraid that I’ll take everything, Senior Brother?” Yan Zhu asked.

Wen Sucheng shook his head: “I’ll just accumulate more.”

Yan Zhu didn’t know how to respond. For Wen Sucheng, rare treasures were indeed not hard to come by. Many things that people fought fiercely for might not even be qualified to be placed on the shelves in his warehouse.

But his completely nonchalant attitude still made Yan Zhu a little unhappy.

He was the one who proposed the divorce, so why did it feel like he was the one being dumped?!

“What about the Dao Companion contract?” Yan Zhu folded his arms and looked at him with a sullen face, “Does this also need to be broken?”

He thought Wen Sucheng would say “as you wish” again, but Wen Sucheng didn’t. Instead, he said, “Keep it.”

Yan Zhu’s expression softened slightly, and his tone also softened a bit: “But I’ll be dragging you down.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Wen Sucheng said, “I promised Shiniang (Master’s wife).”

Yan Zhu’s attitude, which had just softened, was instantly ignited again.

Sure enough, to Wen Sucheng, he was just a responsibility! A responsibility entrusted to him by his Master and Shiniang! A responsibility a husband should bear after getting married!

“No!” Yan Zhu said, “How can this count as a divorce if it’s so unclear!”

Wen Sucheng looked at him: “Be obedient.”

His tone was firmer this time. Yan Zhu knew this meant he wouldn’t budge.

“As you wish, anyway, I’m not the one losing out!” Yan Zhu threw down this sentence and left in a huff.

Wen Sucheng stared at his retreating back until that color completely disappeared from his sight before lowering his head again and transmitting a message to the disciple guarding the door: “Next.”

…

Yan Zhu’s trip took less than a quarter of an hour. Seeing him return so quickly, Qi Ranyin was stunned: “He didn’t agree?”

“No.” Yan Zhu angrily tossed the envelope from his sleeve onto the table, casually grabbed a fruit and started gnawing on it, “He signed it without even a moment of hesitation!”

Qi Ranyin was puzzled: “Isn’t that a good thing? Do you know how many couples divorce… Wait, he signed so readily, is it because he’s unwilling to give you any family property? With your temper, don’t tell me you left with nothing because he provoked you?”

Speaking of this, Yan Zhu was even more depressed: “No, he said I could take whatever I wanted.”

Qi Ranyin was shocked: “Is there such a good thing?”

Yan Zhu said unhappily, “What’s good about it? It’s not like I don’t have my own treasures!” As he spoke, he stuffed a Qiankun (Cosmic) ring into Qi Ranyin’s hand. “Help me pack my clothes. I’ll go pick some spiritual fruits and then leave with you. We’ll go today!”

He finished speaking and immediately ran off, not wanting to hear Qi Ranyin rambling on about how rich Wen Sucheng was!

Fenxue Peak is located in the northernmost part of the Mingxin Sect, connected by a suspension bridge to two large and small mountains in front: Xiangzhen Peak and Weirui Peak. These are the sect’s spiritual fields. The former grows low-level spiritual herbs, and the latter grows some relatively rare spiritual plants.

Yan Zhu’s talent is not good. Everything he learns in cultivation requires twice the effort for half the result. His current realm is also supported by dual cultivation and elixirs. Theoretically, he shouldn’t be able to become an elder under such circumstances, but Wen Sucheng procured these two mountains, cultivated spiritual fields for him to plant, and the monthly spiritual herbs for the disciples of the sect come from him. Therefore, not many people complain about him being an elder.

He stepped onto the teleportation array and arrived at Weirui Peak in the blink of an eye. The scenery in front of him changed immediately. It was also a colorful place, but the difference was that Weirui Peak had a gaping bloody mouth waiting for him. Seeing him appear, it immediately snapped at him with a mouthful of sharp teeth, but before it could bite him, he raised his hand and slapped the owner of the mouth.

The mouth immediately closed and retreated.

It was an orange-red man-eating flower, as tall as a person. When it wasn’t moving, it looked like an unopened bud. When it attacked, the whole flower would open and could bite off a person’s head in one gulp.

He had specially planted it next to the teleportation array. When it wasn’t so tall, it could only scare people, but now that it had grown up and could bite people, it had to be moved.

After thinking about it, he summoned the disciples guarding the mountain and instructed: “Dig it up and move it next to the Rafflesia.”

The two disciples were actually quite afraid of this flower, and they really wanted to cry when they heard Yan Zhu’s instructions, but knowing that crying was useless, they could only brace themselves and do it.

The more dangerous plants on Weirui Peak have restrictions (formations) and won’t be fatal, although there is a risk of injury. However, the corresponding reward is also very high, and many people want to do this work.

Yan Zhu saw them dig up the flower, then unfastened the gourd pendant from his waist and tossed it up. The gourd spun twice in the air and “bang!” turned into a person.

The person was only palm-sized, with short arms and legs, wearing the Mingxin Sect’s disciple uniform. Its round face had only a simple OvO expression, and its voice was soft and gentle: “Little Zhu, Little Zhu.”

This was the artifact spirit of Yan Zhu’s spiritual tool, named Lihua (Pear Blossom). Although it had a girl’s name, it actually had no gender.

Yan Zhu pointed to the spiritual field behind it, which was planted with various flowers and herbs: “We are going on a long trip next. Make sure to water them enough so they don’t wither when we return.”

Lihua said “Oh.” Its short hand raised up, and a white gourd much larger than its body materialized in its hand. It had green patterns on it, and it was impossible to tell what material it was made of, but it was exquisite and beautiful.

Holding the gourd, it floated towards the flowers and herbs.

Yan Zhu immediately followed, starting to pick some potentially useful spiritual plants and tossing them into his Qiankun ring.

He moved quickly. When he finished picking, Lihua was still busy, so he turned and walked to another path, preparing to see how the man-eating flower was being settled. As soon as he got close, he heard two screams coming from that direction.

Yan Zhu’s heart tightened, and he quickly ran over, only to see a man-eating flower several people tall “Ptooey, Ptooey, Ptooey” spitting wildly at the two disciples.

Yan Zhu immediately grew anxious, fumbling for something in his Qiankun ring while shouting, “If you don’t stop now, I’ll…”

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a small figure “swoosh!” rushing towards the Rafflesia. Just as it was about to spit out the next mouthful of saliva, it precisely delivered a blow, forcing the uncivilized flower to close its mouth, then flipped over and landed at Yan Zhu’s feet.

It was a cat, almost completely snow-white, with only a black tail. Its golden eyes were like two beautiful gems, and it was currently staring alertly at the Rafflesia in front of it.

The Rafflesia was not polite either. Its branches bent, and with its mouth wide open, it bit at the white cat, moving so fast that it left afterimages. Unfortunately, the white cat was even more agile. It twisted its body and dodged, leaving the Rafflesia’s sharp teeth to clack together in the air, creating a chilling sound.

Yan Zhu immediately pulled out a rolling pin and smacked the Rafflesia on the head.

Although his cultivation was not great, his realm was high enough, and he had plenty of strength. This blow immediately knocked the Rafflesia silly. It slumped on the ground, taking a long time to recover.

The two disciples were instantly dumbfounded. What kind of powerful divine artifact was this?

Yan Zhu didn’t explain, only instructed: “Hurry up and plant the flower while you have the chance, and then you can go.” After giving the instructions, he waved to the white cat, “A’Fu, come here.”

The white cat immediately ran to his feet and pawed at his clothes.

“I thought you went out to play again.” Yan Zhu bent down and stroked its head, “Perfect, I have something to tell you.”

A’Fu raised its head to look at him.

Yan Zhu continued: “Are you going to follow Senior Brother, or follow me?”

A’Fu heard this, and its pupils instantly narrowed into a vertical slit. It flipped over, leaped out of Yan Zhu’s arms, and instantly transformed into a young boy as it landed. He respectfully bowed to Yan Zhu: “Naturally, I will follow Master.”

He looked about twelve or thirteen years old, with sharp eyebrows, a straight nose bridge, phoenix eyes, and thin lips. He actually had a face that was seven or eight parts similar to Wen Sucheng’s.