Today, The Villain Couple is Settling Scores Again

Under the ginkgo tree in the corner, Jian Huan and Shen Jizhi stood facing each other.

The onlookers craned their necks to catch a glimpse of the pair surrounded by vibrant summer greenery. Against the backdrop of boundless hues, their white robes stood out like two dashes of red in an icy landscape, vibrant and eye-catching.

The members of the Yuqing Sect sitting in chairs had stern faces as they conducted spirit root tests for new disciples, but they were also exchanging lively gossip secretly.

“Did you hear that? Senior Brother Shen actually has a fiancée!”

“I’m truly shocked. Wasn’t Senior Shen taken back to the Yuqing Sect by Peak Master Gu when he was six years old and accepted as a direct disciple? Didn’t his entire family die during the attack by evil monsters? How could he have fiancée now?”

“It must have been an arranged marriage by their parents.”

“What a pity. The girl is quite beautiful, but Senior Shen will definitely refuse.”

“…”

In a place far from the crowd…

Shen Jizhi lowered his eyes and looked at the marriage contract, his thick eyelashes casting a little shadow.

Jian Huan tilted her head back, filled with anticipation as she gazed at him.

After a moment, Shen Jizhi folded the marriage contract back along its creases and looked at Jian Huan. “Where is your grandfather?”

When their engagement was arranged, he was only three years old and didn’t remember much about it, including this matter of marriage.

However, when Jian Huan mentioned it, memories of the grandfather who used to give him candy emerged slowly from the depths of his mind.

Jian Huan tapped her foot on the small pebbles beneath her shoes. “Grandpa passed away three months ago.”

Shen Jizhi pursed his lips and shifted his gaze from her to the long queue of people outside.

Because of his departure, the line hadn’t moved for a long time.

He withdrew his gaze, suppressed the restlessness, and spoke directly, “Miss Jian, I am devoted to my cultivation. Marriage is not part of my plan, but I have no right to annul the marriage myself.”

Jian Huan held her breath slightly. “So?”

Shen Jizhi asked, “How can I get you to annul this marriage?”

Straight to the point.

Since the other party didn’t beat around the bush, she would be straightforward too.

“100,000 spirit stones.” Jian Huan held out ten fingers. “As long as you provide 100,000 spirit stones, our engagement will be annulled. How about it?”

…

Shen Jizhi’s expression visibly cooled down. His hazel eyes flickered with a hint of depth, and he stared at Jian Huan without blinking.

Jian Huan felt a bit uneasy under his intense gaze.

‘What’s wrong? Is the price not suitable?’

But this price was the one he himself proposed in the book, and she didn’t increase it.

Shen Jizhi closed his eyes briefly. “Miss Jian, is there nothing else you want me to do?”

Jian Huan thought for a moment and shook her head. “None.”

Her biggest predicament right now was the lack of money. As long as there was money, everything could be resolved easily.

Shen Jizhi confirmed, “You will only accept this condition?”

Without hesitation, Jian Huan replied, “Yes.”

Jian Huan didn’t bother him further. 100,000 spirit stones was not a small sum, and he needed to weigh his options.

Feeling bored, she glanced around and even stooped down to pick up a green ginkgo leaf.

After a while, Shen Jizhi opened his eyes, seemingly having made a decision, and spoke in a stern tone. “Then there’s no annulment.”

Jian Huan froze in her movements, and the ginkgo leaf slipped from her fingertips, floating in the air before trembling and landing back on the ground.

She could hardly find her voice. “What, what did you just say?”

Shen Jizhi looked at her. “I won’t annul the marriage. We can get married whenever you want. Just let me know.”

He bid farewell. “I have other matters to attend to. Goodbye.”

Jian Huan’s eyelids twitched, and she hurriedly stopped him. “Hey, wait a moment—”

She was now extremely shocked, finding it extremely unbelievable.

What the hell? In the book, wouldn’t he rather die if there was no divorce!

Where did things go wrong?

Jian Huan’s mind was working quickly.

Ah, that’s right. Jiang Qiaoqiao hasn’t entered the Yuqing Sect yet. She only joined on the last day.

So, at this moment, Shen Jizhi and the female lead haven’t met each other yet, nor have they developed any feelings of love. His determination to break off the engagement is not as strong, naturally unwilling to provide 100,000 spirit stones.

Jian Huan closed her eyes, feeling defeated. “So, how many spirit stones do you think is appropriate?”

If 100,000 spirit stones won’t work, 90,000 could be acceptable, 80,000 was not bad either, 70,000 was considered profitable, 60,000 is reluctantly doable, 50,000—

50,000 is the lowest. It absolutely cannot go any lower than that!

Shen Jizhi glanced at her and took out a wallet from his pocket.

Jian Huan’s eyes brightened, and she stared at him without blinking.

She knew this!

In cultivation novels, the protagonist always had a space bag that could hold everything.

Shen Jizhi’s spirit stones should be stored inside it. Thinking of this, she became excited.

However, after a moment, Jian Huan looked at the three lone spirit stones in Shen Jizhi’s palm and fell into a long silence.

He stated matter-of-factly, “This is all I have.”

Jian Huan widened her eyes in disbelief. “You managed to fit only three spirit stones in such a big space bag?”

Shen Jizhi looked at her strange expression. “This is not a space bag.”

“…”

Realizing something, Jian Huan said weakly, “So it’s just an ordinary bag?”

Shen Jizhi nodded. “Yes.”

Jian Huan: “…”

The novel “Junior Sister Jiang Qiaoqiao” used a reverse narrative technique and began three years later.

At the beginning of the novel, it depicted Jiang Qiaoqiao gradually becoming disappointed and disheartened with Shen Jizhi, interspersed with some things she did for him during those three years, such as protecting him from a sword attack, and so on.

But it didn’t mention how poor Shen Jizhi was three years ago, leading to Jian Huan’s mistaken judgment.

Shen Jizhi said, “Three spirit stones…”

Jian Huan knew what he wanted to say and interrupted him directly. “I don’t even have a sect.”

Shen Jizhi replied, “Oh.”

Jian Huan took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

Who was she? She was Jian Huan, someone who managed to buy a house with great difficulty. She was just unlucky to transmigrate here.

Shen Jizhi might have some potential. If he can’t produce 100,000 spirit stones now, he might be able to in the future.

Consider it as holding onto a lottery ticket for delayed redemption.

Jian Huan extended three fingers toward him. “I’ll give you three years. If you can gather 100,000 spirit stones within that time, we can cancel the engagement anytime.”

Shen Jizhi made a nonchalant sound and said, “Then I’m leaving.”

He had no intention of getting married, but as for the 100,000 spirit stones, who knows when he would be able to provide them.

That’s fine, she said it, so be it.

Jian Huan stopped him once again and asked tentatively, “You should be living on the Thunder Sword Peak, right?”

It was mentioned in the book that Shen Jizhi was the personal disciple of the Thunder Sword Peak’s Peak Master.

Just now, she learned from Gong Feihong that inner sect disciples and personal disciples didn’t have to pay for accommodations.

Shen Jizhi looked at her calmly. “You seem to know a lot about me.”

Jian Huan casually made up a story. “I inquired about you in Linqian City.”

Shen Jizhi replied, “Is that so?”

Jian Huan circled back. “So, you do live on Thunder Sword Peak, right?”

Shen Jizhi corrected her. “No, I don’t live on Thunder Sword Peak.”

Jian Huan was surprised. “Then where do you live?”

Shen Jizhi clearly didn’t want to answer. “…What do you want?”

Jian Huan replied, “Nothing, it’s just that I have nowhere to stay. Can I stay with you?”

Shen Jizhi remained silent for a long time. He glanced at the luggage she was carrying and thought about Jian’s family’s lifesaving favor.

He nodded slightly, and suddenly remembered something. “Five days per spirit stone, deducted from 100,000.”

Jian Huan’s lips twitched. “…Fine.”

After reaching an agreement, the two went their separate ways.