Chapter 488: The Fairy is Helpless and the Shura Field Arises Again!
"My husband is quite wealthy…"
Listening to Shen Anyu's words, Huangfu Xian was both shy and delighted. She curtsied to Shen Anyu and repeatedly expressed her gratitude.
"This Fairy is quite polite."
Shen Anyu found it amusing. He then continued to foster their relationship until he saw that Huangfu Xian's soul was somewhat unstable, only then reluctantly departing.
"Young Master Shen, how thick-skinned…"
Inside the serene, ink-black space of the Black Jade Qilin Pendant, Huangfu Xian watched Shen Anyu's consciousness withdraw. Her ethereal, soul-form figure shimmered faintly as she bit her lip, her expression a captivating blend of shyness and vexation. Even as a spiritual entity, a rosy hue seemed to dust her cheeks.
'Even if we were husband and wife in our previous life, we have no such relationship in this one,' she lamented internally, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling within her. His constant, casual use of 'husband' and 'Fairy wife' sent ripples of embarrassment through her ancient, dignified soul. It was improper, audacious, and utterly shameless.
Yet… a part of her couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth at his possessive tone. She had tried, several times, to subtly steer him away from such familiarities, to remind him of propriety. But Shen Anyu, like a charging bull, had remained completely unrepentant, bulldozing through her gentle hints with a charming, infuriating grin.
The Fairy was quite helpless. It was a novel and strangely unsettling feeling.
… …
"Affection has reached sixty-five. Not bad, not bad at all."
Shen Anyu's consciousness slipped back into his body, a faint, satisfied curve gracing his lips. His mood had improved considerably. He saw relationships as a series of metrics, a game to be won, and the numbers were trending in his favor.
'Sixty-five is a solid foundation.'
He mentally reviewed the System's metrics. For ordinary arranged marriages among powerful families, an affection level of fifty to sixty was considered good, even a rare success. For couples who were genuinely, deeply in love, it typically hovered around seventy.
At eighty, their bond would be forged in steel, unbreakable through the trials of wealth and poverty.
Above ninety, they would be inseparable in life and death, willing to follow each other into the abyss.
And at a perfect one hundred? Maximum affection meant a love that transcended the cycle of reincarnation itself, a bond that even the waters of the River of Oblivion could not erase.
As for Huangfu Xian's slight annoyance, Shen Anyu was fully aware of it, but it hardly registered as a concern. He operated on a simple, effective principle.
Only by being thick-skinned could he push boundaries, go further, and unlock more possibilities.
If he were timid and overly concerned with propriety, he'd be left playing by himself.
Of course, he was also keenly aware that this strategy was built upon a foundation of overwhelming privilege. His conditions were, to put it mildly, excellent. He was devastatingly handsome, with a lineage that commanded respect and a fortune that could reshape cities.
If a short, ugly, impoverished man were to act with such audacious familiarity, the woman wouldn't be blushing with shy annoyance. She'd be calling the police.
"Time to improve my strength," Shen Anyu murmured, his focus shifting.
"The Martial God Art is truly excellent."
His thoughts now set, Shen Anyu returned to the opulent No. 1 Villa in Jiangjing Manor. The first order of business was logistics. He made a single call, his voice calm but imbued with an authority that tolerated no failure. He instructed his subordinates to collect a list of rare materials. The directive was simple: what could be bought with money was to be bought, and what couldn't was to be acquired by any means necessary. Few organizations in the world dared to refuse a demand from the Yanxia Shen Family.
These materials were what the modern world would consider heavenly treasures, items that were exceedingly rare in an era of sparse spiritual energy. But for Shen Anyu, the Young Master of the Yanxia Shen Family, rarity was merely a question of price or pressure.
After giving these instructions, he had another task to attend to.
Shen Anyu summoned Second Senior Sister Liu Ruyan, Yang Luoluo, Ye Liyou, Situ Yueying, and Ruan Lingshan to the main living room.
Seeing the uncharacteristically solemn expression on Shen Anyu's face, Liu Ruyan's usual playful demeanor softened. Her rosy, delicate face was alight with curiosity, and her luscious red lips parted slightly.
"My dear, you look so serious. Is something important happening?"
Before Shen Anyu could answer, Ye Liyou shot a chilling glance at Liu Ruyan. The look could have frozen lava. Then, her clear, cold, beautiful eyes softened into pools of gentle devotion as she turned to Shen Anyu.
"Senior, you can tell me anything. Liyou will help you share the burden."
Liu Ruyan's long, charming fox-like eyes lifted, a spark of mockery igniting within them. A sneer played on her lips.
"Heh, I never expected the cold, merciless gold-medal assassin, the infamous Blood Shadow Rose, to have such a tender moment. Speaking such manipulative words… are you that desperate to snatch your Senior Sister's man?"
Ye Liyou's expression remained a mask of icy indifference. "I am only gentle to Senior."
"Heh, shameless."
"I wonder who's truly shameless," Ye Liyou's voice dropped, laced with venom. "Wasn't it you who was crying out so wantonly under Senior just before?"
"Liyou!" Liu Ruyan's face flushed with fury.
"Liu Ruyan, do you think I'm afraid of you?!"
Boom!
The fragile peace shattered. The two women were at daggers drawn, their animosity exploding into raw power. Both had advanced to the Martial Dao Grandmaster Realm, and the air in the vast living room crackled with their unleashed True Essence. A crushing pressure descended as their auras erupted. The expensive Italian leather sofa between them didn't just tear—it disintegrated, shredded into fine particles by the sheer force. The marble floor beneath it spiderwebbed with deep cracks. The very air around them began to shimmer and warp, distorting the light like a violent heat wave.
Yang Luoluo, Situ Yueying, and Ruan Lingshan, caught in the periphery of the storm, trembled under the immense pressure, their faces pale.
Yang Luoluo, her courage warring with her fear, tugged desperately at Shen Anyu's sleeve. Her voice was a pitiful whimper.
"Brother Master, aren't you going to break up the fight?"
Shen Anyu simply smiled, a picture of calm in the eye of the hurricane. "It's fine. Let them fight. They won't kill each other."
The moment those words left his lips, both Liu Ruyan and Ye Liyou froze. Their murderous gazes snapped from each other to Shen Anyu. Simultaneously, they both let out an indignant snort and retracted their auras. The suffocating pressure vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
In the next instant, the atmosphere underwent a whiplash-inducing transformation. Both women were suddenly smiling, each one sweeter and more demure than the other. They flanked Shen Anyu, their earlier hostility replaced by a competitive display of gentle, considerate charm.
One began to massage his legs with practiced skill. The other kneaded his shoulders, her touch firm yet relaxing.
One peeled an apple with a small knife, the spiral of skin unbroken. The other gracefully offered him a cup of perfectly brewed tea.
Young Master Shen leaned back, enjoying the spoils of war.
He wasn't worried about the conflict between Liu Ruyan and Ye Liyou. Despite their rivalry, a deep bond as Senior and Junior Sister still existed between them. They wouldn't truly fight to the death. At most, their jealousy would manifest as bickering, sharp words, and the occasional minor skirmish that destroyed furniture.
Now, if Susan were present, Shen Anyu would be sweating profusely.
Susan would never, ever harm a single hair on his head. But she would be utterly ruthless toward any other "alluring hussy" who dared to get close to him. She would show no mercy at all.
That was the double-edged sword of a yandere. The advantage was absolute loyalty; she would never betray you and considered you more important than her own life. The disadvantage was that she would show no mercy to any other woman in your vicinity.
Shen Anyu once again marveled at his own cleverness in placing Susan beside his mother, An Zhiyi. It was a strategic masterstroke, effectively preventing a jealous love triangle from escalating into a blood-soaked slaughterhouse.
One day, when his strength could completely and utterly suppress Susan, he wouldn't have to worry so much about all the women around him being systematically eliminated.
Of course, there was another way: to improve the strength of the women around him.
This was the very purpose for which Shen Anyu had called them here today. Afterward, he would also find Su Hongmian, Qin Ningbing, Lin Keqing, Susan, Luo Yuhe, Wen Feifei, Zhong Lingyin, and his other women, and teach them all the Martial God Art.
The Martial God Art was a supreme technique, balanced and harmonious, embodying the profound martial truth of Tai Chi's neutrality. It was suitable for anyone to cultivate, regardless of their innate physique, and it didn't require sky-high aptitude to begin. Upon reaching the legendary Martial God Realm, one could shatter the boundaries of mortal flesh and enter the Dao through martial arts, transitioning directly to the Foundation Establishment Stage of immortal cultivation.
At that point, cultivating true immortal arts would become a tangible reality.
Naturally, those with higher aptitude would progress faster. The Destined Heroines, blessed by the favor of destiny itself, all possessed extraordinary aptitudes.
Su Hongmian was a prime example. She had broken through to the Martial Dao Innate Realm after only a few days of cultivation—a prodigious feat by any standard.
After enjoying the attentive service of the two women for a while longer, Shen Anyu gestured for them to stop and sit on the intact long sofa nearby.
Liu Ruyan, Ye Liyou, Yang Luoluo, Situ Yueying, and Ruan Lingshan all held their breath, their expressions turning solemn as they looked at Shen Anyu. They didn't know what he wanted from them, but the sudden shift in his demeanor told them it was something very important.
Shen Anyu's playful expression vanished, replaced by a deep seriousness. He began speaking, his voice low and steady.
"Yan'er, Liyou, Luoluo, Yueying, Lingshan… what I am about to tell you, you absolutely must not reveal to anyone. This is one of my most core secrets. If it is exposed, it will surely cause enormous trouble. Even for the Yanxia Shen Family, it would be a problem of catastrophic proportions."
The "most core secret" was, of course, a calculated exaggeration. Shen Anyu's true core secrets were the Destiny Plundering System and his identity as the Great Villain of Destiny. The importance of the Martial God Art, while immense, was still far less than that of the Two-Aspects Life-Death Medical Scripture.
But that didn't stop him from framing it this way. And in truth, the Martial God Art was worthy of such gravity.
This was a top-tier divine martial art, a direct path to the Martial God Realm that could even allow one to break mortal limits and enter the Dao. If word of it were to spread, every powerful expert in the world would be shaken to their core and rush forth to seize it. Even the great global superpowers would be unable to resist taking action.
A supreme technique like the Martial God Art, especially one that offered a gateway from martial arts to immortal cultivation, was simply more valuable than controllable nuclear fusion. One was a revolution in energy; the other was a revolution in the very evolution of the human body.
Every major figure, every hidden power, would be moved to action.
Unless it was someone he absolutely, implicitly trusted, Shen Anyu would never teach it. Even when he granted it to his most loyal subordinates, he would alter its appearance, providing only the first three layers of the art, and with crucial omissions.
Only these Destined Heroines, with affection levels above ninety, and his own parents, were worthy of receiving the complete, unredacted version.
Liu Ruyan and the other women immediately nodded solemnly, their hearts filled with a sharp curiosity, as if being scratched by a kitten's paw. What kind of secret was it, and just how important could it be?
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