Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 90 - 86 Breach of Contract [Request for First Subscription Upon Launch]

Chapter 90: Chapter 86 Breach of Contract [Request for First Subscription Upon Launch]

"You..."

A touch of imperceptible grievance flitted through her eyes, but the girl quickly averted her gaze to prevent the other party from noticing.

In a fluster, she squatted down, and amidst the gaze of many passersby, she could no longer care about maintaining the image of a lady as she picked up pieces of torn paper from the ground, some of which even bore red fingerprints.

Those were the handprints from their childhood when they were husband and wife.

"From today, you are free. Can you now let go of me, Lady Yan?"

Indifferently.

In fact, from the moment he saw Wen Juan’s memories, he had completely given up, previously deceiving himself with various reasons, unwilling to believe the reality.

Since the source of all these tragedies was this marriage contract, then tearing it apart is a liberation for both you and me; let’s consider these past decades as a mere dream.

At the moment he tore the marriage contract, a sense of relief involuntarily emerged in Jiang Feng’s heart, he realized that there really are no pies falling from the sky, and if there are,

it means the price is yet to be paid.

"Since you insist on this, come with me, this matter should be settled."

It took a while before Yan Yurou managed to pick up all the scraps from the ground, clutching them tightly in her palm and making a fist, her knuckles turning somewhat white.

Gone was her gentle tone from earlier, indifferent to the extent that the man beside her seemed like a stranger.

"So much the better."

To outsiders, the loving couple from a distance finally went their separate ways at this moment. Along the way, numerous people cast curious glances at them, which they ignored; from the moment Jiang Feng tore the marriage contract, neither of them spoke another word.

The girl in the bridal dress led the way in front, the path seemed familiar; if not mistaken, it was towards the cemetery, an area solely used for burying the local residents of Qingshui County. Passing through the complex terrain, he noticed that Yan Yurou’s pace was getting faster.

Judging by this vigor, the strength of his former fiancée was probably not to be underestimated.

But as they reached halfway up the cemetery, Jiang Feng’s pace clearly hesitated, Yan Yurou did not look back, just kept walking forward while she spoke.

"Don’t worry, I make sure someone cleans up Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jiang’s graves every year, and offer tributes."

"Though there’s nothing left in the graves, it’s still a place your heart dwells on. Since you were attacked by Wang Qi three years ago, you haven’t dared to come here."

"From now on, you can come here openly every year."

Suddenly stopping, he immediately caught on to the key point and questioned directly: "Nothing in the graves? What do you mean?"

Squinting his eyes, in his memories, the Yan Family handled the arrangements after the death of his parents, but he indeed hadn’t seen his parents for the last time, burying them hastily, merely attending the funeral.

But Yan Yurou didn’t wait for him, speaking very coldly: "How would I know."

"At the time of the burial, there were no bodies, and the accident was only unilaterally claimed by others, we were merely tasked with handling the funeral. You should understand that this was a death that had been designed long ago, and I don’t even have the privilege to know the truth."

"Or do you want to go to the Cliff of a Hundred Zhang where Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jiang fell to verify for yourself?"

Frowning, he could never have imagined that even the deaths of his own parents had been suspicious, but now Jiang Feng’s attention was fully concentrated on Yan Yurou’s words.

He completely failed to notice that, hidden deep within the Spiritual Energy Lake in his Dantian, the Serpent slowly emerged to the surface, its huge vertical pupils filled with excitement, and even a hint of greed.

The Spiritual Energy Lake began to surge, the sudden commotion caused the young man to subconsciously cover his abdomen, the burning sensation making him somewhat uncomfortable, but soon Yan Yurou pulled his attention back entirely.

"We’ve arrived."

After about a hundred steps, Lady Yan suddenly stopped. What came into view was a large but somewhat desolate tombstone.

And the name engraved on it confirmed what Jiang Feng had guessed.

"Did you bring me here just to see Mr. Yan?"

"Yes."

The girl did not deny it. The scraps of paper in her hand had vanished at some point, and she took several incense sticks from her sleeve, blew on them, and lit all of them.

Then, she handed three sticks to him.

Jiang Feng hesitated for a few seconds before accepting the three incense sticks from Yan Yurou’s hand.

Despite the fact that this woman beside him had tried more than once to take his life, he knew that his survival up to now and his seventeen years of comfort were reliant on the Yan Family, thanks to the blessings left by Mr. Yan.

Even if only to repay those seventeen years of upbringing, he should offer his respects.

"Jiang Lang, have you heard of the turmoil caused by the Demon Race?"

After paying his respects, Yan Yurou just stood in front of her grandfather’s grave, whispering softly.

Upon hearing this term, he immediately knew that from this moment on, Yan Yurou would reveal everything that had happened in the past.

He nodded silently.

"That’s good to hear. This world is not only inhabited by the Human Clan, Jiang Lang, you should understand this better than I do since the woman from the Demon Race visits the Ethereal Violet Pavilion daily."

His lips twitched, not because of the fact that frequenting brothels was the issue, but because someone actually knew Lu Luo was from the Demon Race.

It seemed Yan Yurou was far more formidable than he had imagined.

"Various powers have been waging wars for years, especially at West Mountain Pass, which serves as a boundary line. Whether it’s the influx of forces into Sunset Forest to plunder land resources, or the launching of beast tides from deep within the forest attempting to invade the eastern lands."

"And within the territory of the Demon Race, there exists such a strong individual; a half-step to Devil Immortal Demon Race powerhouse, who is respected by many as Demon Night True Monarch."

Upon hearing this name, the young man paused slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes; he felt this name sounded vaguely familiar.

"Demon Night True Monarch is only a step away from becoming a Devil Immortal. Ironically, this half-step Devil Immortal, who once commanded a top power in the eastern territories as a Great Emperor, chose to study Demon Art for unknown reasons."

"In the end, he became a sinner through the ages but what is ridiculous is that the Demon Race also did not tolerate him."

"About a hundred years ago, for reasons unknown, everyone unexpectedly united against this renegade, and thus a tremendous battle ensued."

"From planning to conclusion, it spanned nearly fifty years."

"During this period, countless elite Cultivators from eastern Cultivation World responded to the call, willingly joining the battlefield. Initially, it was only meant to be an extermination of Demon Night True Monarch himself. However, due to the chaos of battle and sabotage from others, it ultimately escalated into a massive war between the eastern territories and Sunset Forest."

"In this battle, Demon Night True Monarch unfortunately perished, and among those involved in the siege were not only the heads of the Great Sects but also many obscure young Cultivators who made their names through this war and returned triumphantly."

"One such person was named Zhang Shan."

Upon hearing this name, a look of disbelief flashed across Jiang Feng’s eyes. At that moment, Yan Yurou also turned around, and their eyes met.

"And he ultimately chose to spend his twilight years in Qingshui County."