I am an incredibly handsome man, and my fiancée refuses to call off the engagement even at the cost

Chapter 6 Can Brother Gu Yan not practice the Path of Ruthlessness?

A vein bulged on Gu Yan's forehead. He gently pushed Song Yan away, looked at the girl who was crying her eyes out, and said:

"Sister Song Yan, there are plenty of fish in the sea! There are many good men in this world, why are you so hung up on me?"

Song Yan cried her eyes out:

"Can you refrain from cultivating the Path of Ruthlessness?"

Gu Yan sighed, "We've already started practicing, there's no turning back now. We can only keep practicing, otherwise we'll just become a cripple again. Song Yan, you're still young, you'll meet better people in the future."

Song Yan cried even harder, sobbing, "Where could I find someone more beautiful than you? Where am I supposed to find someone more beautiful than you?"

Gu Yan was speechless.

Honey, I meant someone better, not someone prettier than me. So you really are a looks-obsessed person, right? You're only after my face.

Gu Yan reached out and touched her head, whispering, "Song Yan, forget about me!"

The girl, her eyes blurry with tears, gazed at his exquisitely handsome face, then heartbroken, pushed open the door and stormed out. A girl in blue stood at the door; Su Ningxue had been eavesdropping outside for who knows how long. Song Yan didn't even glance at her before running out, sobbing.

Gu Yan already knew about Su Ningxue's actions while she was outside; his words were meant for her to hear. Seeing Su Ningxue enter, Gu Yan asked, "You heard everything?"

Su Ningxue smiled and said, "I heard everything."

Seeing her smiling face, Gu Yan thought to herself: This little girl's reaction is not right. Shouldn't she be sad and upset?

"Heartless Path? Brother Yan, you're lying to her, right? I know you're definitely lying to her. I knew that guy would come to raid you at night, so I came here specifically to check. Sure enough, I guessed right. Luckily, Brother Yan, you weren't bewitched by her."

She was overjoyed to hear that Gu Yan and Song Yan had broken off their engagement.

Gu Yan: "No, I'm serious. I really have cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness."

Su Ningxue stood in front of him, looking into his eyes, and said, "You're lying."

"It's true."

"You're lying. What 'Ruthless Path'? I've never heard of it. What kind of cultivation method is that?"

Gu Yan: "It really is."

He wasn't lying, but he didn't practice.

Su Ningxue crossed her arms and stared sharply at Gu Yan with her icy blue eyes. After a long while, she suddenly smiled and said, "Liar."

Gu Yan said helplessly, "I really didn't lie to you."

Su Ningxue smiled and turned her back: "My intuition tells me that Brother Yan is lying."

Gu Yan: "..."

This little girl isn't easy to fool.

"Anyway, I know Brother Yan doesn't like that shrew, and that's enough. It's late, I'm going back to sleep. Brother Yan, you should go to sleep early too!" Su Ningxue turned back and smiled sweetly at Gu Yan, then opened the door and left with light steps.

After she left, Gu Yan rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

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The gray-robed elder who came with Song Yan was named Wang Qi. Yang Zhen was currently in Wang Qi's room. Yang Zhen, his hands resting on the table, said anxiously:

"Elder Wang, you saw it too. Junior Sister is completely infatuated with that pretty boy. I don't know if he's cultivated some kind of sinister charm, but Junior Sister Yan'er is probably so bewitched that she's forgotten what her parents call her. If this continues, Junior Sister is doomed!"

"Elder Wang, please think of a solution quickly!"

Wang Qi hadn't expected that his mission to the Gu family to annul the engagement, ordered by the Second Palace Mistress, would turn out this way. He said, "Nephew Yang, please don't get agitated. I've already written a letter and sent it to Mingxiu Palace. The Second Palace Mistress will soon know what's going on here, and she'll handle it accordingly. Just stay calm!"

"No, Elder Wang, we have to leave here. I'm afraid if we stay any longer, my junior sister will become more and more involved. She's already acting very strangely," Yang Zhen said.

Wang Qi looked at him: "Then do you have a way to get Yan'er out of here?"

Yang Zhen chuckled and said, "I didn't. That's why I came to find you. Or, how about we knock out Junior Sister Yan'er and take her away?"

Wang Qi thought to himself: Hey, you want me to do the things that offend people? You wish!

Wang Qi sighed, sipped his tea, and said, "There's nothing I can do. Let's see how it goes."

Yang Zhen: "..."

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The next morning.

Gu Yan had cultivated a medicinal herb garden in front of his courtyard, and he would personally tend to it every day. This day, as dawn broke, Gu Yan got up, rolled up his sleeves, and was pruning a spiritual plant.

Wang Qi, who had also gotten up early, went for a walk and eventually arrived at the medicinal herb field. Gu Yan saw him from afar and greeted him, "Good morning, Old Wang!"

In the morning light, a handsome young man with black hair and blue eyes, dressed in white, stood in the medicinal field, a smile on his face as beautiful as celestial dew and a gentle breeze.

Even though he was an old man who had lived for hundreds of years, Wang Qi suddenly felt better when he saw him. He thought to himself, no wonder Yan'er was so infatuated with him at first sight. I'm afraid no woman could resist him! Even though Yang Zhen had said a lot of bad things about Gu Yan in front of him, it did not affect his good impression of Gu Yan.

Wang Qi walked over and said with a smile, "Young Master Gu, you're up very early! Have you been personally tending to this herb field all along? Are you perhaps an alchemist?"

Gu Yan smiled and said, "I wouldn't call myself an alchemist, I just like to tinker with pills." As he spoke, he stared at Wang Qi for a few moments and then asked, "Elder Wang, did you suffer a serious injury to your left leg when you were young, and is there still a lingering problem?"

Wang Qi looked shocked: "How did you know?"

"I could tell."

Hearing Gu Yan's answer, Wang Qi was even more shocked. He could tell? Could he really be an alchemist?

Spirit masters can be divided into several categories according to their different development directions, such as martial artists, beast tamers, puppeteers, formation masters, weapon refiners, alchemists, astrologers, illusionists, and so on.

Alchemists are the most distinguished among spiritual masters because they can concoct all kinds of magical pills to heal, cleanse, and enhance the strength of other spiritual masters. Therefore, every alchemist is extremely respected and is the object of intense recruitment by major forces.

Alchemists, who refine elixirs, are naturally well-versed in medical principles and the properties of medicinal herbs, making them all highly skilled physicians. While not every physician is an alchemist, an alchemist is almost always a highly skilled physician.

If the person in front of him were a seasoned alchemist who could immediately see that his left foot had been injured and left a hidden danger, Wang Qi would not be surprised. But how old was this boy? He was only eighteen years old. Could he already be a seasoned alchemist?

That's impossible, isn't it?

So, what exactly is his cultivation level?

Wang Qi still couldn't figure out what level of cultivation Gu Yan was. Standing in front of him, he seemed like an ordinary person, and he couldn't sense a trace of spiritual energy on him.

"Mr. Wang, please sit down, let me take a look at you," Gu Yan said with a smile.

Wang Qi sat down, Gu Yan squatted down, patted his left leg, and then stood up again: "It's not a big problem."