"Senior brother, Iām sorry..."
Coming back to her senses from her senior brotherās vast and heavy life aura, Luo Qingyao lowered her head, feeling very guilty, not daring to look Fan Wubing in the eye.
"I also didnāt expect that great-grandfather would do such a thing. Clearly, in my impression, heās always been very strict. How could he do this?" she said through gritted teeth, "Donāt worry, senior brother, Iāll have great-grandfather cancel the marriage contract!" When she said this, she felt a bit discouraged inside.
Fan Wubing shook his head, "Itās already too late. This marriage contract was formulated by him in communication with the Celestial Courtās True God, Yue Lao, regarded as a Dao Marriage. If itās torn up casually, at best the Dao will suffer a setback, at worst the Dao will collapse."
"What?! Then how can the marriage contract be canceled?"
"Both parties must find Yue Laoās divine temple and communicate with him, explain the reason, and once accepted, Yue Lao will cancel the marriage contract."
"How does senior brother know so much about this?"
"Just from reading books."
Fan Wubing also learned it from the official decreed book that He Youyi gave him. It recorded detailed information about all the True Gods with orthodox golden bodies to date. Yue Lao is the highest mountain of the Divine Dao and a True God in the Celestial Court.
Luo Qingyao pursed her lips, whispered, "Then letās find a Yue Lao divine temple." Her voice became increasingly small, akin to the buzzing of a mosquito, "and void the marriage contract..."
Fan Wubing shook his head, "Itās not possible."
"Why not?"
"Look closely at the marriage contract, and see what it says about divorce."
Only then did Luo Qingyao scrutinize the contract content on the marriage document, and then she noticed a line:
"Ten years for a shared crossing, a hundred years for sharing the same pillow. Once the marriage document takes effect, it cannot be voluntarily nullified within ten years, nor involuntarily within a hundred years."
"This!" Luo Qingyao widened her eyes, "How can there be such a rule!"
Fan Wubing said helplessly, "Yue Lao is quite progressive, even implementing a divorce cooling-off period... Dao Marriages are exceedingly rare; itās meant to prevent impulsive decisions, I suppose."
"I see." Luo Qingyao couldnāt quite understand her feelings now, feeling both regret and relief. She secretly thought, ten years! I have ten years!
Fan Wubing looked at her and asked, "Qingyao, do you mind? If you do, just tell me. I have other ways to cancel the marriage contract, and I can ensure you wonāt get hurt."
He could forcefully tear the marriage contract and bear the punishment of the Dao Marriage Shackles alone.
Since entering the Blood Bar Dao, he was not worried about his Dao being damaged at all.
Luo Qingyao pursed her lips, opened her eyes wide, looking fixedly at Fan Wubing, "Ensure I wonāt get hurt?"
"Yes."
"But can you compensate for the emotional pain I feel, senior brother? Wouldnāt doing so be akin to giving me a divorce letter?" Luo Qingyao rarely seemed somewhat angry.
Fan Wubing muttered, "Thatās why Iām asking if you mind. I didnāt say I would unilaterally cancel it..."
Luo Qingyao paused, her eyes lighting up, her heart suddenly began to race, her cheeks flushed red. She seemed to gather her courage again, like before, and moved closer to Fan Wubing, stood on tiptoe, extended her neck, and whispered into his ear:
"So, senior brother actually doesnāt mind, huh."
Fan Wubing felt a tingling itch at his ear, inhaled, "Iām not the one at a loss, so why would I mind."
"Eh~" Luo Qingyao showed a sly smile, "Then Iāll go tell great-grandfather that in a few days we should complete the marriage ceremony formally."
Fan Wubing wouldnāt let someone younger than him tease him, so he said nonchalantly, "Alright. Prepare the dowry, and Iāll go back home to tell my dad so we can make grand preparations and marry you with an eight-carriage sedan chair."
With that, he began to channel his energy, posing as if about to take off into the air.
"I was joking, just joking!" Luo Qingyao hurriedly pulled him back.
"Joking?" Fan Wubing frowned slightly and said in a low, aggrieved tone, "I get it, you actually dislike me and donāt want to marry me."
"How could that be!" Luo Qingyaoās eyes widened, flustered, "How could I possibly dislike senior brother! We agreed from the start that I would marry no one but you! Iām not even happy enough! Itās just... Iām just not ready..."
She felt a bit discouraged, said softly, "I feel like Iām not worthy of senior brother right now. I canāt even take care of myself, how can I care for senior brother and our children after marriage? Also, I havenāt even met father-in-law. Maybe he wonāt approve of me?"
Fan Wubing was stunned. Sheās even thought about children?
This made Fan Wubing feel a bit guilty, as if deceiving an innocent little girl.
He chuckled, "Donāt feel disheartened, junior sister, now isnāt the time to think about these things. A bright future awaits you. Didnāt you say before you wanted to travel the world? The Nineteen Continents of the World still have countless beautiful landscapes awaiting you. Donāt think of settling down so soon. You havenāt even become a Sword Immortal, let alone a Great Sword Immortal."
"When I become a Great Sword Immortal, will senior brother marry me then?"
Fan Wubing actually dreaded these kinds of questions the most. He didnāt want to make promises lightly because if he couldnāt fulfill them, would that leave her expectations unmet? But if he said nothing, or refused...
He had no answer at heart, but Luo Qingyao quickly withdrew the question with a smile and said, "Wait a second! We are already clearly and unequivocally Dao partners written in black and white. I should say, I need to work hard and strive not to let senior brother divorce me."
Fan Wubing couldnāt help but chuckle, "Alright. But donāt forget, you also have the right to divorce."
"Then will senior brother work hard to ensure I donāt divorce him?"
Fan Wubing strode towards the door, humming, "I wonāt do anything, nor will I not do anything."