The Villain Spoiled the Female Leads Too Much, Isn’t It Only Natural They Fell? - Chapter 4:

Chapter 4:

Ye Bufan was only an outer disciple of the Primordial Holy Land, with mediocre talent. By chance, Su Wan’er met him in the back mountain while she was cultivating her sword technique. Unexpectedly, this junior, whose cultivation level was lower than hers, seemed to have a far deeper understanding of swordsmanship.

As they exchanged insights and sparred, Su Wan’er’s sword skills improved rapidly. Over time, they became friends. But in truth, Ye Bufan did not possess such ability to guide Su Wan’er—it was all thanks to his golden finger, the remnant soul of a powerful cultivator hidden inside his ancestral ring, which secretly instructed him.

Even their so-called chance encounter was actually carefully planned by Ye Bufan. After all, Su Wan’er was so beautiful and elegant—what man wouldn’t be drawn to her?

As Ye Bufan jogged up to Su Wan’er, he immediately began flattering her, “Senior Sister truly is a genius of the sword. After just a few days, your swordsmanship seems to have improved again!”

Su Wan’er gave a proud smile, her heart filling with delight. This junior not only had some talent, but also spoke pleasingly. Moreover, whenever he interacted with her, it was always about cultivation insights, unlike other men who carried ulterior motives. That made her feel relaxed and comfortable around him.

“Of course,” she said proudly, “not to brag, but among disciples of the same age in the Primordial Holy Land, there are very few who can surpass me in swordsmanship.”

At that moment, Su Wan’er looked just like any ordinary playful young girl. Ye Bufan laughed and asked, “By the way, what sword technique are you cultivating? I’ve never heard of it. Yesterday I checked the Scripture Pavilion, but I didn’t see it. Can you teach me?”

Su Wan’er burst into laughter, curled her lips playfully, and said, “Wishful thinking! This is the Su Family’s ancestral sword technique—the ‘Heaven-Opening Sword Manual!’ It is never taught to outsiders. If you want to learn it, you’d have to become the Su Family’s son-in-law!”

Of course, Ye Bufan had already investigated all of this. The reason he pretended to ask was only to create banter and a touch of ambiguity with Su Wan’er. Sure enough, after she finished speaking, he quickly followed up, “Ah, so you mean you’d have to marry me before you could teach me the sword manual? Wouldn’t that mean your Su Family loses both the bride and the sword technique?”

Hearing this, Su Wan’er’s face turned red. She feigned anger, glaring at him coldly. “Hmph, who would marry you! I didn’t expect you to be such a scoundrel, no different from that Gu Yun.”

But in reality, she wasn’t truly angry. On the contrary, there was a faint joy in her heart. After all, what young girl didn’t harbor a bit of yearning? Moreover, she did have some favorable feelings toward Ye Bufan.

However, once Gu Yun’s name was mentioned, Ye Bufan instantly grew vigilant. He had heard today that Gu Yun had once again gone to deliver gifts to Su Wan’er, including supreme-grade pills. Subconsciously, he said, “How could I be the same as Gu Yun? Those aristocratic young masters are usually arrogant and domineering. Their so-called affections are just a game. Senior Sister, you mustn’t be deceived by him. He only covets your beauty, not your heart.”

Hearing this, Su Wan’er couldn’t help feeling a trace of disappointment. 

At the beginning, she had some goodwill toward Gu Yun. Although he was a bit overbearing, he had always been polite to her and extremely generous, gifting her countless precious cultivation resources she had never even dared to dream of. For a moment, she had almost agreed to his pursuit.

But after speaking with Ye Bufan, she came to believe that wealthy young masters like Gu Yun were all the same—deceiving girls with sweet words and extravagant gifts, only to abandon them once they grew bored. Originally, she still held a glimmer of hope that Gu Yun was different, but Ye Bufan’s words completely shattered that expectation.

“Senior Sister Su,” Ye Bufan continued, “besides being beautiful, what else do you have? Even if you are talented, in the eyes of someone like Gu Yun, you’re still worthless. And with the vast difference between your families, how could he truly care for you?”

These few words drove Su Wan’er into deep inferiority. From that moment, she deliberately distanced herself from Gu Yun. She no longer accepted his gifts, and even returned those she had already received.

“For example…” Ye Bufan deliberately guided Su Wan’er’s thoughts toward himself, making her subconsciously feel that he was the one truly giving to her.

But just then, a small jade sword flew over, interrupting his guidance. Startled, Su Wan’er quickly reached out and caught it.

“Hm? An emergency recall order from the family? Did something happen back home? Junior Brother Ye, I must leave first.” With that, she immediately turned and left.

Ye Bufan felt extremely displeased. He had been about to deliver the words he had prepared, which might have directly won Su Wan’er over, making her his woman. But the Su Family had recalled her at such a moment—how frustrating.

Still, he didn’t mind too much. In his eyes, Su Wan’er was already within his grasp. Taking her down was only a matter of time, no need to rush.

At that moment, a cold and elegant woman’s voice echoed in his ears. “Bufan, though your talent is extraordinary, you should focus on cultivation, not waste time on matters of men and women. Besides, don’t you like that girl Qing Ling from the outer sect? Why are you now entangling yourself with Su Wan’er?”

The speaker was none other than the remnant soul within Ye Bufan’s ancestral ring—his so-called golden finger. 

Moreover, it was the remnant soul of a powerful woman.

Ye Bufan quickly explained, “Master, you misunderstand me. I only approached Su Wan’er to improve my understanding of the sword path, to strengthen myself. As for Qing Ling, I only see her as a sister, nothing more. Right now, my only goal is to become strong as quickly as possible so I can help you reshape your body. Master, in my heart, there is only you!”

The remnant soul remained silent for a while, then sighed softly. In her heart, she thought, hopefully everything he says is true.

Luo Wushang had lived for over a thousand years; she was no naive young girl. She could see through Ye Bufan’s schemes at a glance. But trapped within the ancestral ring of the Ye Family, she had no choice. If she wanted to escape, her only option was to trust and rely on Ye Bufan.