Chapter Seventy-Seven: My Boyfriend's Name

Shen Wan instinctively retreated two steps, and the pair of eyes facing him were bright, large, and ... beautiful.

A woman stood before him, her willow brows slightly furrowed as the two of them locked eyes.

"Who are you? How did you get here?"

Her cherry lips moved faintly, her voice cautious.

Shen Wan, however, swallowed nervously, as though he had not heard her at all, simply staring at her in a daze.

She wore a long sea-green dress, her hair adorned with gold ornaments, her makeup light and elegant, and her pale, slender legs were breathtaking.

That clear, lovely voice drifted into his ears, leaving him somewhat dazed.

He quickly pressed a hand to his pounding chest and murmured inwardly.

"So this is ... what it feels like to fall in love?"

After coming to this world, he had not lacked beauties around him.

There was, for instance, Zhu Qianqing, the first girl he had met. If that little face had been on Earth, she would have had no rivals.

And later came Yun Shu, Han Yuechan, and even Yun Yi in men's clothing. Their temperaments were different, but each was a top-tier beauty.

If he judged only by looks, those women were all on the same level.

But now Shen Wan finally understood that there was always someone above the mountain.

The woman before him could truly be called peerless.

If she could become his girlfriend, he would gladly lose ten years of his life for it.

"Let's ... go out together."

In his muddled state, Shen Wan actually blurted out what was on his mind, and by the time he realized it, there was no taking it back.

He hurriedly scratched his head in embarrassment and laughed.

"Haha, just joking, just joking. Sorry to disturb you."

Panic-stricken, he tried to flee, tucking his head into his collar, lowering his eyes and not daring to look at the woman's face. He merely raised a hand awkwardly to cover his own face and tried to slip past her.

When it came to shamelessness, Shen Wan feared no one.

But this time, he miscalculated.

At his words, a flush of red rose at once in the woman's cheeks.

She did not know what the phrase meant, but the separate words made the meaning all too clear.

Such brazen, insulting words spoken face-to-face by a stranger left her both ashamed and furious.

Her fingers twitched, and a long sword suddenly appeared in her hand.

"Lecher! Don't run!"

Shen Wan only felt a chill at his neck, and a sword tip gleaming with cold light was already pressed against his cheek.

He froze instantly, not daring to move another step.

"Who are you, exactly? Why are you here?"

Her voice was no longer gentle; instead, it carried a trace of agitation. Yet Shen Wan only turned his face in a dazed manner and answered carefully:

"If I said I got lost, would you believe me?"

Was he supposed to say he had run out from inside? There were plenty of people outside looking for him; he would not say that.

"Got lost?"

The woman's brows drew tighter. She turned to glance toward the cave passage and fell into thought, as though pondering something.

Seeing that she did not move, Shen Wan cautiously pushed the sword tip aside, afraid that if the woman got excited she might really slit his throat.

Of course, death was not frightening, but to die beneath the sword of such a beautiful woman would be far too much of a loss.

After glancing at the green hem of her skirt, he felt he would rather die beneath it.

"Uh..."

Feeling his hormones assaulting his brain, Shen Wan quickly shook his head.

With that movement, the woman snapped back to her senses.

"With so many restrictions in the Giant God Ruins, you can just get lost all the way here? Speak! Who are you, really!"

As she spoke, she lifted her sword again.

Seeing the sudden cold flash in her eyes, Shen Wan shuddered. With another strike coming, he no longer had the mind to ask this girl for her contact details. He hurriedly twisted around and ran.

"My name is Boyfriend, nickname Husband. Remember me; we will meet again."

Even while running, he did not forget to tease her.

Seeing that shameless wretch actually dare to flee, the woman’s feet instantly stirred up a whirlwind.

Just as she was about to move, she abruptly stopped.

Silently, she glanced back at the cave entrance behind her.

In the end, she gritted her silver teeth, ignored Shen Wan, and with a hand at her waist slipped into the thick weeds.

On the other side, Shen Wan did not run very fast.

He both hoped the girl would not catch up and hoped that she would, a rather contradictory feeling.

That peerless face would not leave his mind. With that level of beauty, she was more than enough to be his wife.

He grinned foolishly as he ran, and before he knew it, he had run out of the valley.

Feeling no movement behind him, he gradually slowed his steps and kept looking back from time to time.

"She didn't catch up?"

He pouted in disappointment and even stood where he was to wait a little longer.

It was obvious the girl had not taken a liking to him.

"Tch."

He spat in discontent, and for the first time Shen Wan began to doubt his own looks.

But then he heard a rustling sound from behind the trees ahead, along with voices, as though a group of people were heading his way.

Shen Wan shrank his neck and immediately took a turn, dashing down a small path beside him.

He had no very clear destination after leaving the valley.

Wu Xi had already led the disciples of the Lesser Profound Sect out of the ruins. If not for the fact that Gu Zhiping and Yun Yi were still inside the relic site, their lives and deaths unknown, he would have long since run out of the ruins and far away from this place of trouble.

He remembered that Gu Zhiping was from the Primordial Gate, while Yun Yi was from the Valley of Hidden Spirits.

He wondered whether he might run into members of those two sects and see if there was any way to rescue them.

Like a headless fly, he threaded through the forest, avoiding the crowds while furtively observing the clothing of the people around him.

He wanted to find disciples from those two sects among them.

But at that moment, a sharp and terribly grating voice came from not far away.

"That's them! Those people are from the Lesser Profound Sect. Don't let them escape!"

The voice was shrill and distinct.

Shen Wan was startled.

"The Lesser Profound Sect? Didn't they all leave already?"

Whether it was true or not, he only thought for a moment before lowering himself warily and edging toward the source of the voice.

If they really were disciples of the Lesser Profound Sect, then Shen Wan would absolutely not stand by.

But he had to confirm it first. There was no anti-fraud app here, and he did not want to walk into someone else's trap.

Dozens of sect disciples, weapons in hand, had surrounded four men in black.

Lin Bufan spread his arms, sheltering his junior brother and junior sister behind him.

He had not expected his disguise to be exposed at a glance.

"Senior Brother, what do we do?"

Zhu Qianqing and Han Yuechan were so nervous that they clasped their hands together. Zhao Dongsheng had already drawn a long spear and was ready for battle.

"Hmph. If you know what's good for you, then hurry up and tell us the secret behind stealing the inheritance. We won't make things hard for you. As long as you speak, we'll let you go."

A dark-faced brute took the lead, standing at the front of the crowd with a giant axe in hand, staring at Lin Bufan and the others with a cold sneer.

Three or four more cultivators stepped out beside him. Judging by their clothes, they were not from the same sect.

"Stealing? We obtained the inheritance through our own ability. How is that stealing?"

Lin Bufan spoke in a low voice, meeting the big man's eyes without the slightest fear.

The brute spat heavily at the ground.

"Through your own ability? You took five inheritances in just one hour. And you dare tell me that was through your own ability? If you keep trying to play me for a fool, I'll show you what it means to rely on ability!"

This man was at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, and the others beside him were likewise at Foundation Establishment.

As for the few from the Lesser Profound Sect, the highest cultivation among them was only the ninth stage of Concentrated Spirit. They were a whole major realm below the other side. If they truly fought, they would have no power to resist at all.

Lin Bufan dared not provoke the brute further with words and fell silent.

He only kept weighing in his mind how they might escape this predicament.

But just then, a voice he knew all too well came from behind the crowd.

"Who has the nerve to dump shit on the disciples of my Lesser Profound Sect? Tired of living, are you?"

At the sound, everyone frowned and turned to look.

They saw Shen Wan with his head held high, parting the crowd as he swaggered in.

When Lin Bufan and the others saw that it was Elder Jiu, their hearts leaped with joy, but soon a trace of worry rose as well.

"Uncle Master!"

"Elder Jiu!"

Shen Wan first waved at them, then strolled casually up to the dark-faced brute.

Looking at the brute, who stood a full two meters tall, Shen Wan curled his lip in disdain.

Then, with a sudden leap upward, he swung his arm in a wide arc and slapped the brute squarely across the face.