Nalan Yanran Is Jilted by Xiao Yan and Awakens as a Battle Emperor

[Battle Through the Heavens] + [Xuanhuan] + [Trash-to-strong] + [Female protagonist] + [Broken engagement] + [Comeback] + [Face-slapping] Xiao Yan came to break off our engagement, carrying the engagement letter with him. He stood in the hall of the Nalan Family with the letter in hand, never once looking me in the eye. “Miss Yanran is mediocre in talent, while my son, Yan'er, is a heaven-sent genius. Our families' engagement is hereby annulled.” I was twelve years old, at the Dou Qi Second Stage. I was considered the “disgrace” of the younger generation in the Jia Ma Empire. Everyone laughed at me. “Of course a good-for-nothing like her isn’t worthy of a genius.” But they forgot one thing: Nalan Yanran was only twelve that year, too. The ink on the letter had barely dried. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “Fortunes change over thirty years, from Henan to Hebei. Don’t look down on a young girl just because she’s poor.” I heard my voice tremble, but I didn’t shed a single tear. That night, I burned the letter. And with it, I burned away the version of myself who only wanted to get married. The seal deep within my bloodline shattered. As the Purifying Lotus Demon Flame ignited in my palm, I saw a memory projection left behind by my mother: “Yanran, you are a lost daughter of the Ancient Clan. No one in this world is worthy of breaking off your engagement.” Ten years later. At the Misty Cloud Sect’s grand competition, I crushed the entire field as the top disciple. At the Ancient Clan’s thousand-year gathering, I defeated one pure-blood heir after another, despite my mixed heritage. In a secret realm in Zhongzhou, I met the “genius who broke off our engagement” once again. He stared at me in astonishment. “Sister Yanran...” I calmly walked past him, a Heavenly Flame quietly burning at my fingertips. “Xiao Yan, you once said, ‘Don’t look down on a young man just because he’s poor.’” “Today, I have something to say to you, too.”