Zombie Bodyguard

Chapter 1700 - 1697: I’m Not Showing Off

"Compared to what you’ve done for me and the Yun Family, what I did is nothing. If we can use the Yun and Wang families’ connections and resources to find out your origins, you can be considered to have had a complete life." Wang Wanxi said seriously.

A complete life? Lin Tian laughed to himself. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be eternal and undying—what was a complete life worth then? After a thousand, ten thousand years, would he still remember everything that was happening now?

"Just focus on going to school and studying. Leave the investigation of your background to me. If there’s any progress, I’ll tell you right away." Wang Wanxi added. Although she wasn’t very confident, some things had to be done—man proposes, Heavenly Dao disposes.

"Then let’s head back, otherwise Xiao Tian and my friends will be waiting too long." Lin Tian looked up at the moon in the sky, estimating that they had been out for over an hour, and the reception should have been going on for at least half an hour already.

"Oh, right, Xiao Tian, why did you come to Yunquan Villa today? You’re not the type who likes socializing." Wang Wanxi asked curiously as she walked down the mountain.

"Uh, I’m here to get sponsorship." Lin Tian could only say helplessly.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Wang Wanxi showed the same expression as Yun Xiaotian, both probably thinking: you, Lin Tian, still need to look for sponsors?

Holding back her laugh, Wang Wanxi said, "Do you want me to sponsor you?"

"Uh, better not. If the Yun Family sponsors a club, it’ll be way too eye‑catching." Lin Tian shook his head and refused. Just thinking about it—if the Yun Family sponsored a club event and the banner had Yun Group’s name on it, it would probably hit the headlines the next day. That sort of spectacle was something Lin Tian didn’t want any part of.

Wang Wanxi didn’t insist, just smiled and said, "If you only want a normal sponsorship, Xiao Tian alone can help you. Actually, you could ask Manxue to sponsor you."

"Ask her? Forget it. If the Second Miss’s identity gets exposed, that won’t be good either. She doesn’t want too much trouble." Lin Tian still shook his head and refused.

At their speed, they quickly returned to the shabby loft. Yun Xiaotian upstairs had been waiting so long he was almost asleep.

"Mom, Brother Lin, what were you talking about? You’ve been out for more than an hour." Yun Xiaotian couldn’t help asking when he saw the two come back.

"Just some cultivation stuff. You and your Brother Lin go back to the front hall. It’s good for young people to walk around more, don’t learn from me and stay inside reading all day." Wang Wanxi said casually, clearly still with no intention of attending the reception.

Lin Tian said goodbye to Wang Wanxi, then left the loft with Yun Xiaotian and headed toward Yunquan Pavilion. This meeting with Wang Wanxi had produced two major events: Wang Wanxi had broken through to Mid Innate, and there was also his own background.

Although the matter of his background was unexpected, there wasn’t any real surprise—it was still shrouded in fog. It was actually Wang Wanxi’s breakthrough that shook him more.

His body was walking toward the reception, but his mind was on another question. The Ancient Martial World was so big; if Wang Wanxi could break through to Mid Innate, then was there anyone who could reach Late-stage Innate? Great Perfection?

For example, those old monsters who never showed themselves—each big family had been passing down their inheritance for so many years, there should be some old geezers in seclusion, especially those whose lifespans were almost up. They would definitely shut themselves in death seclusion: either break through and gain a longer life, or die!

If he faced a Late-stage Innate, or an Innate Perfection expert, would he have any chance of winning? After all, with Divine weapons in hand, those old monsters might very likely kill him. Thinking of this, Lin Tian felt that his own strength still needed to keep improving.

For example, advancing to a Second-level Green-eyed Zombie. Of course, for a zombie to advance was even harder than for an Ancient Martial Artist. Xu Feibai had cultivated for hundreds and thousands of years and was only a Third-level Yellow-eyed Zombie.

Lost in thought, Lin Tian unknowingly walked into the Yunquan Pavilion hall. The two of them had just come in from the back door when a young woman in a skirt uniform quickly walked over.

"Young Master Yun, Chairman Yun wants you upstairs." the young woman said anxiously. It seemed she couldn’t find Yun Xiaotian earlier and had mobilized quite a few people, only to discover he had gone to the back with Lin Tian.

Yun Xiaotian looked at Lin Tian, his face apologetic. Lin Tian patted his shoulder and said casually, "Go on up. Don’t worry about me. Places like that upstairs, I don’t want to go anyway."

Hearing this, the young woman’s face was full of astonishment. In her mind: you don’t want to go up? That tone is a bit much, isn’t it? You think just anyone can go up there?

With such an obvious expression, Lin Tian could naturally tell what she was thinking, but he didn’t bother with it. If he had to explain everything, wouldn’t that be exhausting?

He waved his hand and turned away with an easy air, walking toward a corner of the hall. That had originally been a quiet corner, but at the moment, quite a few people were gathered there, all of them young.

"Beautiful lady, how should I address you? Would you honor me with a dance?" A young man bowed from a distance, quite gentlemanly as he extended his invitation.

And seated in front of him was none other than Xiao Manxuan. Lin Tian had picked a spot that was already secluded enough, but Xiao Manxuan’s disaster‑level beauty still drew the attention of other young men. At least seven or eight of them were looking for excuses to chat her up, and some hadn’t even found a decent excuse yet.

It was Zhong Ling’s first time at such a ball, and the first time facing such direct signals; she was a bit frightened. He Xiaofei, on the other hand, remained fairly calm, saying nothing.

Xiao Manxuan swept her gaze over these "rutting" men and said coldly, "Not interested."

"Interest can be cultivated slowly. If the beautiful lady doesn’t want to dance, I can keep you company for a chat. How can you come to a reception without a male companion?" Another young man chimed in.

Not far away, Liu Yuansi and Zhao Weitao sat comfortably, with no intention of coming over to help. Liu Yuansi even looked a bit gloating.

As soon as Lin Tian walked over, he saw the scene before him. Seeing Xiao Manxuan getting a little impatient and Little Zi already secretly flying out, he took a few quick steps over. When Xiao Manxuan saw Lin Tian appear, she immediately put Little Zi away again.

"What are you all doing crowding here?" Lin Tian said.

"Bro, you don’t know, huh? We’re making a bet—whoever can invite this young lady to dance tonight will be the luckiest man at the reception." a young man said with a grin.

Lin Tian was stunned for a moment, then understood. These guys had taken him for another guy coming to pick up girls.

His heart moved, but his mouth arrogantly shouted, "A bet? None of you are up to it. Your pickup routines are so old‑fashioned even grade schoolers are sick of them."

Hearing this, Xiao Manxuan froze for a moment, then found it funny inside. Lin Tian was clearly planning to toy with these self‑important rich boys. So she stayed quiet and let him perform.

"Kid, you’re pretty cocky. If you’re so great, you do it." one of the men said unconvinced, while the others who’d just been turned down all looked at Lin Tian with gloating expressions.

"Watch and learn." Lin Tian gave them a sideways glance, walked up to Xiao Manxuan, directly took her hand, and kissed the back of it. Even though Xiao Manxuan was cooperating with the act, a blush still spread across her face.

"Beauty, would you honor me with a dance?" Lin Tian asked, playing the part to perfection.