He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

That night, a fierce wind and torrential rain raged. A ghostly figure slowly crept up the overgrown, deserted Broken Soul Cliff.

A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the mountains and fields as if it were daytime. A figure raised its head, revealing a face as beautiful as jade. The hair was disheveled and tangled, wet with rain, clinging to the smooth lines and superior features of the face, making it appear extremely eerie.

The disheveled man let out a gasp, like a severely wounded, blood-stained alpha wolf, his eyes filled with defiance and determination as he looked defiantly at the sky.

His lips parted slightly, uttering a few words, "My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens." His voice was as soft as a murmur.

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My life is in danger.

With an engagement annulled and another engagement looming, this identity is a huge problem.

The window frame was suddenly rattled by a gust of wind, making a creaking sound. Looking at the sudden downpour outside the door, Leng Huan couldn't help but suppress his thoughts.

We've pretty much covered everything we need to prepare and know.

After thinking about it for a whole afternoon, Leng Huan didn't want to get involved with anyone, whether they had already broken off their engagements or were about to get engaged. He didn't want to go to these ridiculous engagements; whoever wanted to go could go, but he wouldn't.

He finally understood: the original owner was a pampered young woman who was naive and ignorant of the ways of the world. To put it nicely, she was the holy maiden of the family; to put it bluntly, she was just a tool for the family's marriage alliance.

The person the family truly nurtured was Leng Feng, who was elevated to the status of a holy son and was her cousin.

At best, she's a pretty but talentless vase; all she needs to do is be obedient, easily controlled, and exist solely for the benefit of her family.

He lightly smoothed his wide sleeves, turned around and sat down, instructing a maid to prepare a dress with narrow sleeves. In truth, if he weren't afraid of arousing their suspicion, he would have preferred men's clothing.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful face reflected in the mirror, Leng Huan raised his hand and touched his face with a complicated expression.

Pity……

With a blank expression, he decided that he shouldn't stay in the Leng family any longer, and he had to escape the marriage!

He didn't want to stay here any longer, no matter what.

Fortunately, he showed a good attitude in admitting his mistake today, so he secretly escaped before they could react. Tonight was his only chance.

He tried his best to search through the original owner's memories to make sure that no high-level cultivator would come out of seclusion to capture him; as for the rest, he could only rely on luck.

First, he was afraid of being retaliated against by the legendary "broken engagement" group; second, he didn't want to get caught up in the struggle for family interests; and third, he wanted to protect his... chastity!

Another crucial point is that he can't guarantee he won't give himself away. He's too different from the original owner of this body; he can't easily impersonate her. Over time, he fears he might—

I'll go crazy.

Humans are not sacks; they can only hold things for a while, let alone for a lifetime.

This mess is none of his business, unlike Leng Huanxue.

After Leng Huan finished venting his resentment, he quickly put the jade pendant he had retrieved during the day into his packed bundle.

In the afternoon, I only asked the maid to look for it at the pawnshop with little hope, but to my surprise, she actually found the token. I figured it wouldn't be too late to deal with it if I ever met the person who was in question later.

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Leng Huan turned off the emergency light, silently calculating the time, waiting for nightfall so he could make his escape!

"Miss, it's getting late, you should get some rest."

Just as he tucked the bundle under the covers, he heard Dongxue's voice urging him to leave. Startled, Leng Huan quickly replied, "Okay, I understand. You may all leave!"

As the room darkened, he fumbled to take off his undergarments and slowly changed into the narrow-sleeved dress that the maid had found for him.

He extended his left wrist and examined it. It was slender and fair, and he noticed a bracelet that was neither gold nor jade. He touched it and knew it was a spirit-suppressing ring.

In order to imprison the original owner's spiritual power, fearing that she might really elope with someone, they thought that Leng Huanxue would not cause any more trouble after losing her spiritual power. She had never left Beijun, so she would not rashly run away.

Unfortunately, Leng Huanxue has now become a different person.

Leng Huan lay down on the bed, and after an unknown amount of time, the courtyard seemed to quiet down.

However, this courtyard is located in the center of the inner residence, surrounded by the most valued younger disciples of the Leng family, and she occupies the best courtyard due to her status.

Because of this, people in other courtyards who live nearby can still hear the noise. He prays in his heart that those people will fall asleep soon.

To avoid the embarrassing issue of needing to use the restroom, Leng Huan held back from drinking water all afternoon. At mealtime, to avoid suspicion, he ate porridge for dinner. Now that he was a little nervous, Leng Huan needed to relieve himself!

A dim candle was left lit in the outer room. Using the moonlight and candlelight, Leng Huan slowly and tentatively got out of bed. He hesitated for a long time before reaching the toilet behind the screen.

While silently telling myself I wasn't embarrassed and apologizing to the original owner, I fumbled to undo my belt—

Out of habit, I reached into my pocket...

……

Having solved the problem, Leng Huan's expression was indescribable. He returned to bed and quietly let out a sigh of relief.

The rain outside gradually subsided, and a gentle breeze began to blow.

He tossed and turned in bed, his thoughts racing. Leng Huan never imagined that the first time he would properly touch a girl's hand would be his own.

He neglected his sister.

Then I wondered, if he was completely dead or in a vegetative state, would my roommate be terrified?

Is it possible to go back?

In just one day, it was good enough that he was able to figure out his current situation; as for anything else, the original owner's memories were also lacking.

If Leng Huanxue goes to his world, I hope she can take good care of herself. That spoiled young lady who's obsessed with love, please don't use his body to fall in love recklessly!

Someone in his dorm once confessed their feelings to him, which terrified him! He didn't dare stay in the dorm for a whole month.

Otherwise, there wouldn't have been only the three of them at the Friday dinner, because that person automatically avoided suspicion.

Lost in thought about all this nonsense, Leng Huan almost dozed off, but the sound of a bell from a Buddhist temple outside the city jolted him awake.

He quickly got out of bed and peered out the window to check the situation, but all was silent; it was pitch black.

It was already around two or three in the morning. Feeling that the time was right, Leng Huan turned around, picked up his bundle, and tiptoed to the outer room.

Only Qiuyue, the maid, was present. Leng Huan glanced at her secretly, then smashed a vase over her to knock her unconscious. He wasn't very strong; he just wanted to keep her unconscious for a while, otherwise, the Leng family would cause trouble for her after he left.

"Uh..." the maid let out a soft groan, then drifted off to sleep.

Leng Huan followed the path she had taken with the maid that afternoon, leading to the back gate... Nearby, in the most secluded corner, there was a tree. Leng Huan tied her skirt around her waist and eagerly began climbing the tree!

The original owner's Qi Refining cultivation was far too inflated. Looking up at the courtyard wall, which was more than two meters high, Leng Huan gritted his teeth.

With its legs wrapped around the tree trunk and its arms tightly clasped, it climbed upwards, kicking and pushing its way up. Once it reached a suitable spot, it seized the opportunity and leaped down to the top of the wall below.

If there were outsiders present, they would probably see a young girl nimbly climbing a tree and scaling a wall, her buttocks and waist arching like a silkworm, and with a soft thud, she smoothly... fell to the ground below the courtyard wall.

"Ow..."

Leng Huan let out a soft cry as he fell, but didn't feel the pain he had expected. He immediately got up, turned around, and found that he had indeed fallen and crushed someone...

"Hmm..." the person groaned.

Leng Huan: !

Leng Huan was startled by the sound. He used the moonlight to see clearly and made a hazy observation. It seemed to be a person, not something else.

Fortunately, Leng Huan is unaware that demons and monsters exist in this world; otherwise, he would have screamed and attracted the attention of the Night Watch.

"I'm sorry, I have something to do. See you later!"

Leng Huan couldn't see his face clearly. The man was sitting halfway on the ground, dressed in all black, with disheveled hair like a beggar, but judging from his build, he was a man.

"..."

"By the way, do you know where I can leave the city?"

Just as he was about to leave, Leng Huan realized that he didn't know if he could still leave the city at this hour, so he lowered his voice and asked casually.

"...The curfew will be lifted at dawn."

Unexpectedly, the strange guy hesitated for a moment before answering, though his voice was very low and hoarse.

"Thank you so much!" Leng Huan remembered that the city gates would open at dawn. Fearing that the Leng family would discover him soon, he hurriedly thanked them and then quickly fled with his bundle.

It had just rained, and the night breeze felt chilly.

The Leng family lives in the west of the city. Leng Huan's goal is to leave the city and head south to Nanjun. The person just reminded him that there is a curfew and he is not allowed to wander the streets at night.

Therefore, he could only choose to go through the West Gate, the nearest one, and leave the city as soon as the city gates opened at dawn. This would be faster, and by the time the Leng family realized what was happening the next day, he would already be heading south.

His physical condition was too poor; he had no spiritual power, and he ran until his chest felt burning and his throat was dry.

I hurried along the dark alleys and lanes toward the city gate, found a pile of garbage and debris nearby, covered it with a tattered basket, and planned to make do with hiding there for a few hours.

He was breathing rapidly, his legs were weak, and he was completely exhausted. His clothes were disheveled; he had changed into more comfortable clothes, but it didn't help much.

He curled up in a ball, clutching his bundle, and closed his eyes to doze off, smelling the stench of the garbage heap and the damp air after the night rain.

I wasn't actually asleep; my mind was filled with jumbled memories.

He was like an observer outside of memory, his memories of the past ten years flashing by like a fleeting glimpse.

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