238: I have no shortage of women around me, and I certainly don't lack beautiful women.

"So many people dream of being by my brother-in-law's side, but my brother-in-law never agreed."

"For you two to actually say such things, if you're not brain-sick, then what are you?" Lei Wujie retorted unceremoniously.

Even though they were good-looking, their brains weren't bright, so he didn't care for them either.

"Tsk... you're talking as if your brother-in-law is Duan Zhengchun, and people dream of following him." Wanwan curled her lips in disdain.

At this, everyone looked at Wanwan with a strange expression.

You actually guessed it right; the person who saved you is the Duan Zhengchun you just mentioned.

And the expression with which Lei Wujie looked at Wanwan was one of undisguised disgust.

This overwhelming fortune really isn't something everyone can handle. Who could be as wise as himself?

Sensing the gazes of those around her, Wanwan was stunned, somewhat confused.

"Why are you looking at me with those eyes? Let me tell you, I am the Saintess of the Yinkui Sect. If you dare lay a hand on me, you'd better consider the consequences." Wanwan looked at the crowd with a proud and haughty expression.

"Forget it, brother-in-law, let's go. Don't waste time here with these fools."

"The Zhenlong Chess Game is about to start." Lei Wujie said helplessly, pulling Duan Zhengchun away.

"Hey, brat, who are you calling a fool? You're the fool, your whole family are fools!" Wanwan's face turned red with anger, her breathing quickened, and unable to suppress it, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

However, no one paid her any attention anymore.

Meanwhile, Shi Feixuan frowned in thought as she watched Duan Zhengchun's departing figure, feeling a sense of familiarity. Where had she seen him?

"I didn't expect that the Saintesses of the Yinkui Sect and the Vast Sail Quiet Temple would actually be fools. It's truly hilarious."

"Hehe, even if they are fools, it doesn't matter since they're so beautiful."

"In your dreams. Even if they're fools, they wouldn't look at someone like you."

"Tsk, as if she would look at you either."

Listening to the discussions around them, Wanwan and Shi Feixuan's expressions immediately turned ugly.

What's going on? How did refusing to be someone's maid make them fools? Were they stupid?

The answer was definitely no. How could they be fools? If they were truly fools, they wouldn't have been able to Cultivate to their current Realm.

Then what exactly went wrong?

"You, brat, speak! What exactly is going on?"

"Who exactly was that guy just now?" Wanwan grabbed a nearby Martial Artist and questioned him coldly.

"You don't even recognize Prince of Zhennan of Dali, Duan Zhengchun, and you still say you're not a fool?"

"What? You mean the handsome Young Master who just saved me is the Prince of Zhennan of Dali, Duan Zhengchun, who is now famous throughout the Jianghu?"

Hearing the three words 'Duan Zhengchun', Wanwan's voice immediately rose an octave.

Shi Feixuan was also stunned. She hadn't expected that the somewhat frivolous fellow earlier was actually the target she was looking for this time.

No wonder she felt he looked familiar just now.

Before coming, her Master Fan Qinghui had shown her a portrait of Duan Zhengchun, but the portrait wasn't nearly as handsome as the man himself, so she hadn't recognized him at first.

But even if he was Duan Zhengchun, he couldn't make her his maid.

She was the Saintess of the Vast Sail Quiet Temple; she wasn't allowed to marry, let alone be someone's maid.

But Wanwan was different; she regretted it, she truly regretted it.

She had long heard news of Duan Zhengchun, the peerless Prodigy of the new generation.

The Shaolin Temple, the greatest Sect in the Central Plains, had been severely damaged because of him; Abbot Xuan Ci was dead, and the Three E Divine Monks were also dead.

It was said that the Earth Immortal Realm Master of Shaolin was also killed by Duan Zhengchun.

There were even rumors that a few days ago, the heroes of the land gathered in the Kingdom to snatch Duan Zhengchun's heavenly demon zither.

As a result, very few survived; not only were the Three Great Divine Monks of Shaolin dead, but even the Old Ancestor of the Murong Family, Dragon City, who was rumored to be an Earth Immortal Realm Master, was also dead.

They were all killed by Duan Zhengchun. If she could follow such a peerless Genius—no, he should be called a peerless Prodigy—being by his side would definitely be a massive Opportunity.

But she had actually refused just now?

Was she too much of an idiot? Sure enough, that brat was right; she really was a fool.

Failing to grasp such a good Opportunity, Wanwan felt like she wanted to die right now.

Wanwan suddenly turned around and glared at Shi Feixuan, gritting her teeth with eyes spitting fire.

"It's all your fault, you bitch! If it weren't for you, how could this have happened? I'll kill you!" Wanwan lashed out in shame and anger, venting her fury on Shi Feixuan.

"Humph, who are you to blame for your own stupidity? You want to kill me? Who do you think you are?" Shi Feixuan snorted coldly, not to be outdone, and immediately attacked.

Her sword thrust forward, while a ribbon flew from Wanwan's hand, and the two were once again entangled in combat.

Duan Zhengchun shook his head helplessly. Indeed, where there are women, there are disputes.

Especially two world-class beauties; it would be abnormal if they didn't fight upon meeting.

"Brother-in-law, do you think these two, the Demonic Sect Saintess and the Vast Sail Quiet Temple Saintess, are fools?"

"They can't even handle such an overwhelming fortune." Lei Wujie shook his head helplessly.

"To each their own, no need to mind them. I only mentioned it in passing. This Prince has no lack of women, and even less lack of beauties." Duan Zhengchun's expression was calm, without a ripple.

Before, he had only wanted to tease these two rumored Saintesses, but he hadn't expected Wanwan to have such a violent temper.

But it was normal; after fighting Shi Feixuan to a mutual injury and then being teased by him, it would be strange if she wasn't angry.

Su Xinghe came out with his four Disciples and scanned the crowd. To his surprise, he didn't see that beast Ding Chunqiu this time.

This was somewhat unexpected; every year for the Zhenlong Chess Game, that beast Ding Chunqiu would come. Why hadn't he come this time?

Su Xinghe didn't know that Ding Chunqiu hadn't failed to come, but had been killed at the foot of the mountain.

However, he believed news would arrive soon.

"Everyone, thank you for coming. I won't say any more unnecessary words. This year's Zhenlong Chess Game begins."

As soon as Su Xinghe finished speaking, a series of footsteps were heard, followed by a voice.

"Apologies, Eldest Martial Brother of Sect is late. I hope Mr. Su can be forgiving."

As the voice fell, Eldest Martial Brother's figure appeared at the valley entrance, accompanied by several Sect Disciples.

His son Song Qingshu was also by his side, while Zhang Wuji followed on the other side.

When he saw Duan Zhengchun, Zhang Wuji's pupils suddenly constricted.

He didn't expect to encounter Duan Zhengchun here while participating in the Zhenlong Chess Game.

This guy was still as lecherous as ever; every time he saw him, the woman by his side was different.

This time, it was another different world-class beauty, and her strength had actually reached the Peak Grandmaster Realm.

And the tower-like figure beside her actually had the strength of the Initial Grandmaster Realm.

Just an Initial Grandmaster Realm, that's all.

Looking at Duan Zhengchun again, he found that he still couldn't see through the other's strength.

Now that he was already in the Grandmaster Realm, he still couldn't see through the other's strength. Just what Realm had Duan Zhengchun's strength reached?

As for what happened before, Zhang Wuji didn't know; he had been in Closed-door cultivation during this time.