Break off the engagement?
What a coincidence.
She had just suffered from Ye Qing Ling's evil scheme and her chastity was almost ruined.
The Crown Prince came to Three Springs Manor to break off the engagement in the next second.
She really didn't believe that the Crown Prince had nothing to do with her being kidnapped to Heavenly Fortune Inn.
No wonder Ye Qing Ling brought a group of people to Heavenly Fortune Inn to look for her with great fanfare.
Wasn't it just to "catch the adulterer in bed" and conveniently break off the engagement?
In order to break off the engagement in a fair and square manner, a couple of deliberate schemes were quite strenuous.
Break off the engagement, just in time!
The Crown Prince? The Monarch bestowed marriage?
Haha!
Did she care?
If she wanted to break off the engagement, she had to be the one who had the right!
"Move aside!" Ye Qing Luo glanced at the burly men in front of her and squinted her eyes, "You are the Three Springs Sect's dogs, how dare you block my way, are you looking down on Three Springs Manor?"
The burly men's expression suddenly changed as they looked at each other with fear in their eyes.
Yes, even if Ye Qing Luo was a waste, no matter how unfavoured she was … she was still the Young Matriarch of Three Springs Sect!
Regardless of whether Ye Qing Luo could become the Matriarch of Three Springs Sect in the future, but … Ye Qing Luo had been a waste for more than ten years and the Matriarch still hadn't revoked her Young Matriarch status?
At that moment, the burly men couldn't help but move aside to form a path.
"You guys get this clear for me! Who is your master! " How could Ye Qing Ling allow Ye Qing Luo to enter the manor so arrogantly? If she let this waste disrupt her eldest sister's chances of becoming the Crown Prince's wife, how could she rely on her eldest sister to marry into the royal family?
That's right! She couldn't let this waste succeed!
Ye Qing Ling's figure flashed and with a long sword in her hand, she stood in front of Ye Qing Luo.
"I don't believe that I can't stop a waste like you!"
As soon as her voice fell, Ye Qing Ling's body began to condense into a deep yellow light.
She threw the long sword in her hand into the air.
Two fingers came together to control the long sword, rolling up a strong sword momentum and slashed down!
Ye Qing Luo's eyes flashed, her toes immediately tapped the ground lightly and retreated quickly out of the manor.
The next second, a loud "bang" was heard and the main door of the Three Springs Sect was tightly shut under the guidance of Ye Qing Ling's profound Qi.
Ye Qing Ling raised her long arm and the long sword landed firmly in her palm.
The commoners who were watching from all directions were amazed.
"No wonder she's the daughter of the Three Springs Sect … Her innate talent is too strong. Is there a Xuan practitioner who can determine if Fourth Miss Ye's Xuan rank has already reached Yellow Xuan Fifth Grade or above!"
"That's not all! Judging by the fluctuation of his Qi, he is at least at the Ninth Grade! "
"My God … Ninth Stage! The Three Springs Sect is truly worthy of being the number one sect in the Western Continent! "
"…"
"Humph! Now you know how powerful I am! "
Ye Qing Ling heard it and proudly raised her chin with one arm akimbo, pointing her sword at Ye Qing Luo.
"Scared? If you're afraid, then kneel down and kowtow to me! If I'm satisfied, I might be lenient and spare you! "
Listening to Ye Qing Ling's maniacal laughter, Ye Qing Luo narrowed her long and narrow eyes as her gaze roamed around her body.
This time, she saw it very clearly.
Ye Qing Ling's heart was glowing with a very strong dark yellow light.
It was a light that was close to orange.
From the memory of the original owner of this body, this almost orange light should belong to the Yellow Xuan Ninth Grade and was about to advance to the Mystic Xuan stage.
In the Nirvana Realms, martial arts was respected and the Profound Qi level determined the status.
And this Profound Qi level was divided into four ordinary levels – Yellow, Profound, Earth and Heaven.
Each level was divided into nine grades.
For every grade, a corresponding five-pointed star would appear under the feet of the cultivator.