Chapter 518: Wu Shenyun's Rage, My Subordinates' Imagination!
After receiving the inheritance within the Portable Immortal Abode, Wu Ming learned that Yang Qiuchan, the white moonlight goddess he had been longing for, possessed a special Physique, an extremely special Physique.
The Heavenly Sound Charming Body.
This special Physique is of great use to both Martial Artists and spellcasters, especially for Cultivators, it is a rare treasure and an invaluable choice for a Dao Companion.
As long as one Cultivates with a woman who possesses the Heavenly Sound Charming Body, the cultivation speed can be twice as fast, and it purifies the mind, rarely giving rise to inner demons, avoiding tribulations like the Inner Demon Tribulation.
If it were in the Xuanhuang World, the Heavenly Sound Charming Body would be enough for those top-tier Grand Sects to take her in as a True Disciple.
In his previous life, after Wu Ming discovered that his beloved Yang Qiuchan had the Heavenly Sound Charming Body, he was overjoyed. He saw it as a mandate from the heavens, a sign that destiny itself was weaving their lives together. Why else would the universe bestow such a miraculous physique upon the woman he adored? It was a gift, not just to her, but to him.
However, before he could even share the miraculous news with Yang Qiuchan, before he could promise to heal the scars that marred her beautiful face, Shen Anyu had descended like a hawk from the sky. He hadn't just arrived; he had intercepted fate itself, snatching away the future Wu Ming had so vividly imagined. The memory of that confrontation was a brand on his soul. His desperate charge against Shen Anyu had been more than just a fight for the woman he loved; it was a desperate, primal struggle to reclaim his destiny, to protect the Heavenly Sound Charming Body that he believed was rightfully his. He had charged forward like a madman, a fool tilting at windmills, throwing everything he had at an immovable mountain.
Unfortunately, in the end, all his efforts were nothing but a tragic joke.
Shen Anyu had been a monster hiding in plain sight. He wasn't just some profligate Young Master drowning in hedonism; he was a terrifying powerhouse, an existence whose might bordered on that of a Land Immortal. At that time, Wu Ming, at the fifth level of the Qi Refining Stage, possessed power comparable to a Grandmaster. He could shatter stone and bend steel with a thought, yet against Shen Anyu, he was as fragile as glass. The crushing defeat wasn't even a battle; it was an execution.
Even now, reborn and safe within his Immortal Abode, the fear remained. It was a cold, sharp thing buried deep in his bones, a phantom memory of his spiritual power being snuffed out, his body breaking, and the chilling indifference in Shen Anyu's eyes as he was killed instantly. The memory was so potent that he didn't even dare think about approaching Yang Qiuchan, let alone trying to save her.
Thinking of this, Wu Ming gritted his teeth, the sound echoing faintly in the quiet space of the abode. A bitter taste filled his mouth.
After his rebirth, the thought had obsessed him: should he take Yang Qiuchan away? He had the means now. The inheritance within the Portable Immortal Abode contained arts and elixirs that could completely erase her burns, restoring her to her former beauty. He dreamed of being her savior, of finally winning the favor of his goddess. He imagined bringing her and her family into this private, fairyland-like dimension where no one could ever find them, where Shen Anyu's shadow could never reach.
But after countless nights of agonizing deliberation, Wu Ming had abandoned the plan.
He was afraid.
The terror Shen Anyu inspired in him was absolute, a primal instinct that screamed at him to run, to hide. He had no idea when Shen Anyu had first set his sights on Yang Qiuchan. Given her special physique—a treasure beyond measure for any powerful man—it was entirely possible that Shen Anyu had been watching her for a very, very long time.
If he, Wu Ming, made a single unusual move, if he suddenly spirited Yang Qiuchan away, Shen Anyu would know. The man's senses were inhuman. He would be apprehended before he even knew what was happening. Entering the Portable Immortal Abode wasn't instantaneous. It required a few precious breaths, a moment of concentration to activate the spatial transfer. That sliver of time was a lifetime for a true powerhouse. It was more than enough time for Shen Anyu to seize him, to crush him, to end his second chance before it had even truly begun.
In the end, logic and terror won out. Wu Ming retreated. Rebirth had scoured away the impulsive, reckless youth of his past life, replacing him with a man of extreme caution, a man who measured every step.
His gaze fell upon a photograph he had pinned to the wall. It was a picture of Yang Qiuchan, carefully cut from a university graduation photo. Her smile was radiant, untouched by fire and tragedy. A sharp, familiar ache pulsed in his chest—a painful cocktail of loss and reluctance. But just as quickly, he smothered the feeling, his expression hardening into a cold, firm resolve.
'Continue to lie low,' he told himself, the words a silent mantra. 'Lie low until I am invincible. Only then will I emerge. I will hide until Shen Anyu dies of old age. Then, and only then, will the world be mine.'
…
"Brother Shen, I've been waiting for you for so long~"
Zhou Luyao's eyes curved into lovely crescents the moment Shen Anyu reappeared. She feigned a pout, her voice a sweet, coquettish melody as she leaned toward him.
"Little vixen, are these not enough to fill you up?" Shen Anyu smiled, his gaze drifting to the simmering slices of meat and eggplant bobbing in the spicy broth of the hotpot. His tone was soft, laced with amusement.
Zhou Luyao's small face instantly flushed a delicate shade of pink. She instinctively touched her still-full abdomen, a proof of her earlier indulgence, and quickly changed the subject to hide her embarrassment.
"Brother Shen, you stayed in the backyard for so long… nothing happened with the boss's daughter, did it?"
A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she spoke. Of course, she didn't actually believe Shen Anyu would be interested in a girl with such severe disfigurement. Shen Anyu was anything but starved for affection; he had thoroughly 'eaten' her from head to toe just last night.
Shen Anyu simply raised an eyebrow, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "What if something did happen?" he asked leisurely. "Would you be jealous? I actually have a good impression of Qiuchan."
The moment the words left his mouth, Yang Qiuchan, who had just summoned the courage to step out from the kitchen, froze. She immediately shrank back behind the wall, her face burning hot as her heart began to hammer against her ribs like a trapped bird.
Zhou Luyao giggled, the sound light and musical. She didn't believe for a second that Shen Anyu would involve himself with someone she considered an ugly, scarred girl. "How could I be jealous?" she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "If Brother Shen really did something with that girl, Yaoyao would have to admire your courage. How about this? We could even join you."
As she finished, Zhou Luyao blinked slowly, a teasing, provocative light in her eyes. Beneath the table, hidden from view, her slender foot, clad in elegant black stockings, slipped quietly out of its high heel and stretched forward, its delicate arch brushing against his leg.
Shen Anyu's Divine Sense swept over Yang Qiuchan, who was still hiding behind the wall, and a silent smile touched his lips.
Behind the partition, Yang Qiuchan felt as if her entire body was on fire. She cupped her face with both hands, her cheeks searing hot, as if she had a fever. She never imagined that Shen Anyu actually had a good impression of her, much less that he would say such a thing in front of the stunning woman who was almost certainly his girlfriend. What shocked her even more was the girl's audacious response—that outrageous, unbelievable wager.
'Together.'
'No, absolutely not.'
Yang Qiuchan shook her head frantically, her thoughts a jumbled, dizzying mess. Her brain felt like it was overheating, short-circuiting from the sheer shock of it all. In that chaotic moment, the faint, hazy image of Wu Ming, which had lingered in the back of her mind, finally faded completely, vanishing like smoke in the wind.
…
"Still haven't found him?"
Inside a newly purchased villa, Wu Shenyun stood like an avenging goddess. She was clad in a striking long dress of crimson silk embroidered with golden phoenixes, a garment that accentuated her regal bearing. Her exquisite, jade-like face was a mask of frost, and her clear, sharp gaze scrutinized Wu He and her other assembled subordinates, making them shrink under its intensity.
Wu He and the other powerful practitioners felt a deep-seated trouble stirring in their guts. The city of Hangzhou was a sprawling metropolis, a new first-tier city home to tens of millions of people. Their only clue was "young and handsome." How were they supposed to find one specific man in such a vast sea of humanity?
It was a task far more difficult than searching for a needle in a haystack.
However, standing before the awe-inspiring Southern Border Goddess, none of them dared to voice their complaints. Wu He and the others could only bow their heads respectfully, promising to redouble their efforts, to scour every corner of the city.
Wu Shenyun was aware of her subordinates' difficulties. Though her power was immense, she was not an unreasonable or cruel master. She was fiercely protective of her own and treated her followers well. After she had single-handedly annihilated the Blood Gu Sect, she had rewarded them all handsomely.
But the events of her dream… they were too humiliating, too infuriating. The sheer violation of it had caused her to temporarily lose all semblance of rationality.
She, the dignified Southern Border Goddess, had just crushed the Blood Gu Sect to become the new, undisputed overlord of the Southern Border. As the leader of the N疆 Witch God Sect, a peerless expert whose witchcraft and martial arts had both reached the legendary state of Heavenly Human Unity, her prestige was at its zenith. Her momentum was unstoppable, like a tiger swallowing thousands of miles!
Yet, in her dream, that man had played her, toyed with her, and subjected her to one degrading scenario after another. Sometimes she was a bride on her wedding night, sometimes a disgraced empress dowager, sometimes the clever heroine Huang Rong, sometimes the mythical White Snake spirit Bai Suzhen. He had even forced her into the guises of Mei Yangyang and Hong Tailang from a children's cartoon. The shame of it all was a raging inferno in her soul.
'Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT!'
'This Venerable One will find you, and I will tear you to pieces!'
Wu Shenyun's exquisite face grew even colder, the temperature in the grand hall plummeting. A crushing pressure descended upon the room. Wu He and the other powerful martial artists fell to their knees, trembling uncontrollably as they felt the Southern Border Goddess's astonishing, unrestrained killing intent wash over them. It felt like a thousand icy needles piercing their skin.
A single, burning question ignited in all their minds: who in the world could have provoked their graceful and overwhelmingly powerful Goddess to this extent?
Even the former Master of the Blood Gu Sect, a man she had personally hunted down and destroyed, had not elicited such a furious, personal rage from her.
A young and handsome man?
Could it be… could it be a faithless man who had abandoned the Goddess?
Hiss…
As this stunning conjecture took root, Wu He and the others exchanged horrified, knowing glances, each of them drawing in a sharp, ragged breath.
What kind of man would abandon the Goddess? What kind of man could possibly be so incredibly awesome?
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