Chapter 1915 Shan Xiaotian

"Forget it!"

After a moment, the lame young man shook his head, a deep sense of loss in his expression: "I really am not worthy of her. Breaking off the engagement is only a matter of time..."

The so-called engagement was arranged by their grandparents when they were still in the womb. Later, his family declined, and due to an injury, his internal energy was disrupted, preventing him from continuing to cultivate. His left leg was crippled and incurable, and he became despondent.

Moreover, his appearance... he was indeed not a good match for her.

Breaking off the engagement was only a matter of time.

With a sigh, he turned and walked into the room. After a moment, he came out with a jade box and handed it over.

"This is the engagement contract from back then. Give it to her and tell her that from today onward, we have no further connection. I also hope she can find someone suitable for herself..."

"Third Young Master..."

His face flushed red, Old Yi bit his lip until it turned bright red. He wanted to say something but finally stopped and nodded: "Yes!"

"Giving up so easily..."

Zhang Xuan blinked.

He had thought the young man would fly into a rage and stage some kind of dramatic rise from adversity, but instead, this Third Young Master directly returned the marriage contract... letting the other party trample on his face. Even as a bystander, he found it hard to watch.

However, he was always low-key, and besides, he had just arrived in the Upper Firmament and didn't understand the situation. He wanted to say something but finally held back.

Holding the marriage contract, Old Yi turned and left.

Raising his longsword, the Third Young Master was filled with anger. He slashed down fiercely, causing the rock not far away to shake and split with a crack.

Seeing him exert his strength, Zhang Xuan also discerned his cultivation level: Saint Realm Sixth Layer!

A sixteen- or seventeen-year-old at Saint Realm Sixth Layer would be a genius among geniuses in the Master Teacher Continent, but judging by this Third Young Master's demeanor, he considered himself a waste.

After the slash, the lame young man vented his frustration and seemed in a slightly better mood. Only then did he remember the young man he had saved standing nearby. His face reddened: "I'm really sorry for troubling you with my personal affairs... By the way, I still don't know your name, brother..."

"I am Yao... no, my name is Zhang Xuan!"

Zhang Xuan nodded.

"So it's Brother Zhang..." the lame young man said. "I am Shan Xiaotian, the third young master of the Shan family in Xuanjiang City..."

"Brother Shan!" Zhang Xuan nodded, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Just now I heard Brother Shan mention the Lingyun Sword Sect... Is that a sect?"

"Brother Zhang doesn't know the Lingyun Sword Sect?"

Hearing this question, Shan Xiaotian was startled. After receiving a definite answer, he smiled bitterly: "Brother Zhang is not a cultivator, so it's normal not to know. This place is called the Abandoned Continent, said to be a world abandoned by the gods. There are six major sects, and the Lingyun Sword Sect is one of them. Every year, countless people want to enter it. Even becoming a menial disciple can elevate one's family to prominence and make them a local power."

When this 'Brother Zhang' was rescued, he was on the verge of death, with no trace of true energy fluctuation in his body. He should be an ordinary person, not a cultivator.

Since he wasn't a cultivator, it wasn't strange that he didn't know about the six major sects.

"Six major sects... Is there no Master Teacher Hall here?"

Zhang Xuan frowned.

"Master Teacher Hall? What's that?"

Shan Xiaotian shook his head, looking puzzled.

"Just talking casually..." Hearing that there seemed to be none, Zhang Xuan continued: "So, the Abandoned Continent is ruled by the six major sects?"

"Yes, but besides them, there is another very powerful force called... the Divine Communication Hall. It appeared out of nowhere thousands of years ago, established by a strong expert, and controls the [Divine Communication Talismans]. All cultivators on the continent rely on this thing to become stronger and exchange resources!"

"Divine Communication Hall?"

"Yes, it's spread across almost every city. You can use your power to purchase Divine Communication Talismans. When you touch them, they can draw in your consciousness and allow you to enter the [Divine Communication Hall] within to trade! There, as long as you have enough resources, you can learn techniques, buy medicinal herbs, find ways to increase your strength, or even hire assassins... In short, anything you want is available! Even people from the six major sects use it!"

"Draw in consciousness?" Zhang Xuan was very curious. "Brother Shan, do you have such a thing here?"

"I'm weak, have no talent for cultivation, and even my fiancée broke off the engagement... How could I be qualified to have such a thing!"

Shan Xiaotian looked embarrassed.

"I was too rash..." Zhang Xuan clasped his fists and changed the subject, asking a few more questions.

After being struck by lightning and falling unconscious, he must have torn through space and arrived here. His true energy had been completely consumed to protect himself.

This Third Young Master, though not good with words and somewhat自卑 at heart, was very kind. When he saw Zhang Xuan seriously injured outside, he couldn't bear it and brought him back. The bandages on his body were applied by that 'Old Yi' earlier.

It had been three full days since he was rescued.

The Abandoned Continent revered strength. The Shan family of this Shan Xiaotian was once glorious twenty years ago, on par with the City Lord's Mansion, and even the City Lord's Mansion relied on them. But after an incident ten years ago, almost all the strong members of the family died, including his two older brothers.

Even he had his foundation damaged, ending up in his current state.

With the family in decline, they were ostracized. The forces that had once been friendly turned against them, and the once large family collapsed within a few years. Now, the Shan family had almost nothing left except for him and the old servant Shan Yi (Old Yi).

Of the thousand-acre estate, only this inner courtyard and the outer courtyard remained; the glory of the past was gone.

If not for the engagement with the City Lord's Mansion, even this small place might not have been left.

However, with the Second Miss breaking off the engagement, it was likely that old enemies would soon come knocking again. By then... they would have no place to stand.

"I see..."

Zhang Xuan shook his head.

In any place, any force, without strong strength to protect itself, decline was inevitable.

"Brother Zhang, you now understand my situation. I had thought that with the Lingyun Sword Sect making an exception to recruit menial disciples here, I might have a chance. But now it seems hopeless. And with Xue Qin breaking off the engagement... I probably won't be able to stay here for many more days!"

Shan Xiaotian smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Children of the poor learn to manage early. Having depended on Old Yi for so many years, he had long recognized the fickleness of human relationships.

"Since Brother Zhang has woken up, you should leave as soon as possible to avoid being implicated..."

With that, Shan Xiaotian took out two special gold coins from his pocket and handed them over: "These are Divine Communication Coins used in the Divine Communication Hall. Though they're few... they can still buy you a few meals and keep you from going hungry..."

"You're too kind..."

Seeing that he was still thinking of others despite his own situation, Zhang Xuan praised him inwardly and couldn't help but look over: "Brother Shan, could you demonstrate your swordsmanship one more time for me to see?"