I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Bing Nandong ignored him, lifted Fan Zhiyi's silencing, and quickly walked towards the woods outside the encampment.

Fan Zhiyi was having some trouble keeping up. He had to take one step and then run a few steps. He was already feeling unwell, and this only made things worse. After walking for a short while, he waved his hand and said, "I can't go on. Let's stop for a bit."

Bing Nan Dong ignored him, and Fan Zhi Yi realized that the boy harbored resentment towards the original owner for wanting to kill him! Anyone would feel disgusted by that, let alone the fact that the original owner and the boy had that kind of relationship before!

Sigh, he initially pitied the original owner of this body, but now he realizes the original owner was also quite extraordinary. Damn it, the one who should be pitied is clearly himself!

"Um... actually, I can explain that matter."

Bing Nan Dong ignored him. Fan Zhi Yi sighed and mustered his courage to chase after him. He had no choice but to follow the boy if he wanted to survive: "I can really explain about going to find that young master."

Bing Nan Dong finally stopped and looked at him, her expression unfriendly, with a hint of mockery: "Didn't you have amnesia?"

Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth: "Yes, I can't remember at all, so I was quite flustered when I was suddenly asked about it. I was actually quite afraid that I would say something wrong and cause you trouble."

Perhaps because he relied on himself a lot since childhood, Fan Zhiyi is actually not used to depending on others or causing trouble for them. This makes him feel like he owes them something and wants to make up for it as soon as possible, which makes him feel much better.

However, Fan Zhiyi knew that the boy found him a nuisance, but he had no choice but to follow him like a leech in order to survive.

Bing Nandong did not completely believe Fan Zhiyi's words: "I saw that you answered quite fluently, as if you had not lost your memory."

"I swear to God, I really don't remember." Fan Zhiyi raised three fingers to swear. "There may be more things I've done to wrong you. I'm very sorry. Although an apology is useless, I'm really sorry."

Fan Zhiyi didn't know if the original owner had done anything else besides this, but he was certain that the relationship between the original owner and the boy was very strange. What kind of weird fiancé setting is this? What are you thinking, author?

To everyone's surprise, Bing Nandong pursed his lips and then said, "Actually, it's not entirely your fault." After saying that, he walked forward.

Fan Zhiyi looked up at Bing Nandong ahead. The other man slowed down and even glanced back at him, his tone still extremely arrogant: "If you can't even keep up with this speed, then you might as well go back to feed the ghosts."

Fan Zhiyi suddenly realized that this young man might have a bit of an arrogant personality.

However, taking advantage of the boy's good mood, Fan Zhiyi decided to push his luck: "So, what exactly is the relationship between our fiancés?"

“It’s alright,” Bing Nandong replied. “After I go back, I will continue to ask my father to dissolve the engagement.”

Engagement! Fan Zhiyi was struck dumb. He was already engaged? He couldn't imagine the scene. He pointed to himself and said, "I'm your fiancé, so you're my fiancée, but aren't you a man?"

Bing Nandong couldn't hold back any longer, and his gaze toward the idiot was so intense it was almost tangible: "This is a marriage of Daoist partners, the fiancé is just something Zhuang Yujing made up."

"Oh, so that young master's name is Zhuang Yujing, right?"

Bing Nan Dong simply didn't want to talk to him: "Yes, if there's anything else you want to ask, just say it all at once. I don't have the leisure to listen to your nonsense."

The overall worldview had already been revealed by He An. It was also clear that Jiuwanli and Tianyunmen were two sects that disliked each other. Fan Zhiyi was more interested in knowing things related to himself, which would be more convenient later.

“So you applied to annul the engagement before, you didn’t like it…” Fan Zhiyi pressed me down, feeling inexplicably ashamed, so he changed his words, “You’re not satisfied with this marriage.”

"...Not satisfied."

"Was I in Tianyun Sect before I lost my memory?"

"Yes, you were originally the youngest son of a collateral branch of the Fan family. Because of your extremely Yin birth chart and pure Yin blood, you were chosen by the Tianyun Sect and raised by them since childhood."

"What benefits do you have from the eight characters of birth and blood?"

Does summoning ghosts count?

Fan Zhiyi: "...Am I not some kind of exceptionally talented genius, a once-in-a-century prodigy?"

"No," Bing Nandong replied crisply and directly.

Fan Zhiyi gave in, saying, "I can at least do a little bit of the same things as you, like casting spells, wielding swords from a distance, and exorcising ghosts, right?"

“You don’t know anything. You’ve studied in school for over ten years and have accomplished nothing. Even the talismans you draw are completely useless.”

Although he knew the boy was telling the truth, Fan Zhiyi was still deeply shocked. So this is just a useless body. Bye-bye, do you want me to die in this world?

Waaaaah, when will you finally come online?

Fan Zhiyi was almost in tears: "If that's the case, then what benefit do I have for you that I was chosen to be with you?"

"How would I know?" Bing Nandong said irritably.

Fan Zhiyi obediently shut up, but Bing Nandong secretly glanced at him again and softened her voice: "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"If, I mean if I really break off our engagement, what will I do?"

“You will leave Tianyun Sect, but I will give you a large sum of spirit stones. You can do whatever you want, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t return to the Fan family.”

Leaving Tianyun Sect and Fan Clan sounds like there are indeed many living people around, but given his physique, he'll likely face endless trouble: "With spirit stones, can I hire a great hero like you who knows magic to protect me?"

"can."

"How much are you planning to give me? How much does it cost to rent a bodyguard?" Fan Zhiyi had to plan for his future.

“If I take the initiative to terminate the contract, Tianyun Sect will be in the wrong and will compensate you at least one million spirit stones. If you want to hire top cultivators, the salary will start at least at ten thousand spirit stones a month, and the average one should be around several thousand.” Bing Nandong calculated and frowned along with Fan Zhiyi. “I can also give you half of my salary every month. My monthly salary is one thousand spirit stones.”

This comparison is truly heartbreaking and brings tears to the eyes of anyone who hears it.

For some reason, Fan Zhiyi thought about his own salary. Is this the bitterness of working people like him?

He saw Bing Nandong blush slightly, then coughed awkwardly and said in a serious tone, "You're not just thinking about reaping the benefits without sowing, are you? You have to earn spirit stones yourself. One million spirit stones is enough for an ordinary person to live comfortably for half a lifetime."

“But I’m not an ordinary person; my physical condition is special,” Fan Zhiyi retorted. “Besides, I can’t remember anything right now. What if your application is approved tomorrow?”