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The sun shines brightly, casting warm rays that penetrate the layers of canopy in the woods, bringing warmth to the shady area.

In the distance, one can hear the chirping of insects and the calls of birds. A small stream flows along the edge of the forest, nestled against the mountain and beside the water. Deer occasionally dart through the woods. It's like a painting by a master craftsman, a truly breathtaking sight.

"Kill him! Don't let him get away! This scholar killed so many of our brothers! We absolutely cannot let him escape!"

A furious roar suddenly shattered the silence and echoed through the forest, startling the birds that were peacefully preening their feathers into taking flight, and even the deer drinking water at the edge of the forest suddenly fled in panic.

At the entrance to the dense forest, several bandits dressed in gray linen clothes and with their faces covered in black cloth were brandishing large machetes and desperately chasing after a man in a blue shirt.

The man walked steadily, then was forced by the bandits to the edge of a cliff at the end of the dense forest.

Helpless, he had no choice but to stop and turn around to look back.

A handsome, aloof face was thus displayed before everyone without reservation.

The man was a little over 1.9 meters tall, with a tall and elegant figure. His skin was as lustrous as cold jade, and beneath his thick, long eyelashes were a pair of deep black eyes. He had a high nose bridge and thin, crimson lips.

His aura was cold and aloof, like a meticulously sculpted immortal from a painting, making him seem unworthy of disrespect.

Even when surrounded and attacked by a crowd, the man showed no panic. His long, dark eyes calmly observed the crowd before him, utterly indifferent.

"Damn it, he's about to die and he still dares to pretend! Brother, he killed so many of our brothers, this revenge must be taken!"

Seeing the man's calm demeanor, one of the bandits, his eyes bloodshot, fearlessly raised his broadsword and pointed it at him.

"Killing him would be too lenient!"

The leading man, remembering how many brothers who had risked their lives together had been defeated by this man, gritted his teeth, his gaze towards the man before him filled with a hatred that wished he could tear him to pieces!

"This scholar has the face of a vixen. Sever his tendons and cripple his martial arts! Send him to that Nanfeng Pavilion and let him be properly disciplined! I want to see what face a man who's been ridden and abused by thousands will have left to go to the capital to take the imperial examinations!"

The bandit leader was ruthless to the extreme. Ignoring the increasingly grim expression on the man's face, he spat on the ground and swung his broadsword, leading his men to charge forward!

Seeing this, Shang Fuyan, whose face was already gloomy, tightened his jaw and had no choice but to step forward and fight.

The sounds of fighting were incessant, white knives went in and red knives came out, and the stench of rust filled the air.

As time went on, Shang Fuyan's strength, which had already been through a fierce battle, gradually dissipated. In addition, he had been seriously injured by the assassin and still had old injuries. With his internal energy being strained, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position due to the depletion of his physical strength, and there were signs that he was about to be defeated.

This scene on the cliff edge, however, was clearly seen by the girl sitting on a tree branch in the distance.

She wore a long, turquoise dress, and her ankle-length, smooth, glossy black hair cascaded down her back.

Her slender little hands supported her soft, fair cheeks, her long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and her clean, clear eyes, as clear and captivating as washed glass, stared unblinkingly at the scene in the distance.

Her rosy, delicate lips curved slightly, a hint of amusement in them, as she quietly watched the fight in the distance, her eyes filled with interest.

[Host, the male lead is about to be killed by those bandits, why haven't you made a move yet?]

Seeing Shang Fuyan gradually falling into a disadvantageous position, the system, which had just transferred its host to the small world and was also spying on the screen, couldn't help but remind him.

Upon hearing this, the girl in the tree blinked, her smile widening.

Why save him?

[He's the male lead, isn't he? Besides, the luck of a Tribulation God's avatar is many times stronger than that of other small worlds. Don't you want him, host?]

Given the host's previous arrogant demeanor, this shouldn't be the case.

"Of course I want it! How could I possibly refuse such good fortune?"

The girl gently swayed her bare, snow-white feet, propped her chin up, and lightly touched her fair cheek with her beautiful, delicate fingertips.

"Didn't you hear what that bandit leader said? He's going to sell the male lead into prostitution. We don't care now, we can wait until he's in jail and then rescue him—isn't that a classic hero-saves-the-damsel scenario? Then I can conveniently sleep with him, isn't that great?"

As she spoke, seemingly amused by the scene she had imagined, a gentle smile spread across the girl's delicate and pretty face.

Seeing Sang Huan like this, the system crashed temporarily.

This method is bad, but isn't it too unethical?

Being with the male lead under the guise of *, no matter how you look at it...

"Oh dear, I have my own brilliant plan. You, an artificial intelligence, shouldn't interfere."

Her voice was soft and sweet, like it was coated in sugar, which made the system, who was about to refute her, suddenly unable to catch its breath and so angry that it simply shut up.

Sang Huan ignored its thoughts and continued to watch the battle in the distance with great interest.

Seeing a large knife sneak up from behind while Shang Fuyan wasn't paying attention, Shang Fuyan, who was still weak, suddenly unleashed ten times the internal force he had before! Instantly, he sent all the surrounding bandits flying backward!

The tide turned in an instant, taking advantage of the moment when several bandits were seriously injured and vomiting blood.

Without hesitation, Shang Fuyan picked up the knife that had fallen to the side and, indifferent and resolute, slit the throats of all the terrified bandits!

Once he confirmed that the bandits were dead and posed no further threat, the man, who had remained calm, suddenly lost his strength!

He stumbled back a few steps and fell to the side of a large rock, spitting out a mouthful of bloody clots that stained the ground!

Admittedly, the sudden burst of internal energy just now was Shang Fuyan's last gasp.

He knew that these bandits had a stronghold nearby, and if someone tipped them off and came to their aid, he would have no chance of winning.

Therefore, in order to completely extricate himself, Shang Fuyan had no choice but to risk aggravating his old ailment by activating his internal energy in order to buy himself a chance.

The pain in his chest radiated throughout his body, causing his delicate, almost painterly brows to furrow slightly, and revealing anguish on his usually cool and handsome face. Even the skin around his eyes flushed a thin, unbearable red.

Shang Fuyan took a few deep breaths, then stretched out his large, pale hand with its distinct bones, and used the stone beside him for support to stand up with difficulty.

With his long, thick raven feathers drooping slightly, Shang Fuyan surveyed the mess before him and knew this was not a place to linger. He adjusted his breathing to make himself feel better.

Only then did he lift his foot, preparing to drag his heavy body away from this place.

But to everyone's surprise, just as he took a step, a gust of wind carrying gravel suddenly arose.

Shang Fuyan was startled and was trying to steady himself when he tripped over a pebble!

Caught completely off guard, he swayed from side to side and plummeted straight towards the cliff!

His body tumbled back and forth on the steep cliff face. Shang Fuyan was completely exhausted, and just when he thought he was going to die young.

A gentle, sweet breeze swept by, invisibly holding his body firmly in place, and the pain slowly dissipated along the point of contact...

[WC Host, what are you doing! Why did you push the male lead down like that! The male lead is just a human now, he can move like a mouse!]

"Oh, don't worry, I'm here. Don't be afraid~"

A gentle breeze softly carried him to a patch of lush green grass.

Hearing a faint scraping sound, Shang Fuyan instinctively mustered all his strength and turned his head to look warily.

What came into view was a pair of bare little feet, with clean and pretty toes that had a faint pink hue.

The slender and delicate ankles connect to the smooth lines of the instep, like delicate willow branches in the wind, making one want to hold them in their hands and play with them carefully.

Looking up, there were long, slender, fair legs...

Why aren't you wearing shoes? What if you get hurt?

In this extremely disheveled situation, Shang Fuyan, who should have been on high alert, strangely had this thought pop into his mind.

A shadow fell over his eyes, and those slender, snow-white bare feet stopped right in front of him.

"Hey, why aren't you dizzy yet?"

Her soft, sweet voice, as sweet as honey, made one's heart flutter.

Shang Fuyan's eyebrows twitched slightly. He subconsciously wanted to raise his head to see the woman's appearance clearly so he could ask her what she meant by those words.

Before he could even make a move, a tremendous force suddenly struck him from above!

Her already frail body completely collapsed under this gravity, and Shang Fuyan's fingertips trembled.

The word "girl" was never uttered; his gaze gradually faded and closed, plunging him into complete darkness.

Seeing that the man had finally fallen into a coma, Sang Huan casually tossed the stone in her hand aside, dusted herself off, and squatted down.

Amidst the sharp, popping sounds in his brain, he pulled out two round pills, one black and one white, and fed them to the man by pinching his chin.

The moment the elixir entered his mouth, it instantly transformed into pure energy that filled the man's limbs and bones.

The exposed wounds were visibly healing and recovering, and the man's pale, thin lips were gradually regaining some color.

Seeing this, Sang Huan reached out with satisfaction and gently patted Shang Fuyan's face.

"My Lord, please wake up soon so you can properly repay your wife who 'saved your life'!"

(Oops, the chapters are messed up!)