Chapter 520: The Honest Goddess of Southern Xinjiang!
At this moment, Wu Shenyun's perfect, cold jade-like face showed a hint of exasperation, as if a private matter had been exposed. The witchcraft and martial arts she practiced were not of the pure-hearted, ascetic type, and her Physique was special. However, in the past, for the sake of revenge, she had endured twenty years of bitter cultivation in the deep mountains, naturally able to withstand such loneliness. But now that her martial arts and witchcraft had achieved success and her great revenge was exacted, those suppressed thoughts surged forth. Especially in recent days, as Shen Anyu repeatedly changed scenes in the dream illusions—Yang Guo and Huang Rong, Fahai and Bai Suzhen, Pleasant Goat and Lazy Goat, female knight and petty thief, nurse and patient, and so on—the variety was constantly fresh.
It truly opened the eyes of the previously austere and lonely Wu Shenyun again and again, as if a lifetime of stern discipline had been a wasted effort. The experiences were bizarre, sometimes infuriating, yet they chipped away at the icy fortress she had built around her heart. The sheer absurdity of it all was disarming, forcing a part of her to acknowledge a world of interactions she had never considered. In fact, Wu Shenyun harbored an unmentionable thought deep within her heart: she wasn't entirely resistant to these strange, intrusive dreams. There was a secret, forbidden thrill to them, a spark of chaotic life in the sterile silence of her existence.
Therefore, when she materialized in the dream and saw Shen Anyu standing there with that insufferable, knowing smirk, she didn't attack him immediately. She held back, a storm of conflicting emotions warring within her. But his calm, condescending gaze was the final spark on the powder keg.
Now, her patience finally shattered. Wu Shenyun, the revered and feared Goddess of the Southern Border, erupted in a blaze of humiliated fury. A sharp, violent exhalation escaped her lips. She clenched her slender, pale jade hands into fists, each knuckle turning bone-white with the sheer force of her grip. With a guttural cry that seemed to tear through the fabric of the dreamscape, she smashed her fist toward Shen Anyu's head. The movement was so fast, so powerful, that it directly exploded the air in its path. A visible cone of distorted reality formed before her knuckles, followed by a deafening crack that mimicked a sonic boom. This was a sonic punch, a technique that harnessed pure physical might to shatter the very medium it traveled through. Were this the real world, the impact would have been cataclysmic. A skyscraper would not just be damaged; its foundations would be pulverized, its structure demolished into a cloud of dust and steel confetti.
Shen Anyu merely smiled, his expression unchanging, his posture utterly relaxed. He made no move to dodge, no gesture to defend. He just stood there, an unmovable object waiting for an unstoppable force.
A flicker of hesitation, almost imperceptible, crossed Wu Shenyun's phoenix eyes. Her killing intent was real, but the target was not. In that split second of lucidity, she realized pulverizing his head here would grant her no real satisfaction. Her instincts screamed at her to capture, to dominate, to force answers from this phantom tormentor. Instantly, the bone-crushing trajectory of her fist shifted. Her fingers unfurled with lethal grace, transforming the punch into a razor-sharp claw aimed not to kill, but to seize. Her target changed from his head to his right shoulder, a move designed to dislocate the joint and incapacitate him utterly.
With a sound like stone grinding against diamond, her hand clamped down. Wu Shenyun's jade-like fingers, each one a deadly weapon capable of piercing solid steel, closed around Shen Anyu's shoulder. Her knuckles stood out, sharp and defined like carved jade, as she applied a crushing force that should have shattered his clavicle and ripped his arm from its socket.
"Ah, you caught me," Shen Anyu said, his tone dripping with mock surprise and theatricality.
"Hmph!" Wu Shenyun struggled to maintain her cold, imperious expression, forcing a glacial snort from her throat. But the mask was cracking. A violent tremor ran through her delicate body, and a single, overwhelming thought eclipsed all others in her mind.
'It hurts so much!'
An agony she had not felt in decades shot up her arm. It felt as if her fingers were no longer her own. The sensation was alien and horrifying; it was like an ordinary person grabbing a bar of superheated steel. The connection between mind and body faltered under the searing pain. Fingers are connected to the heart, and the feedback from this impact was a pure, unadulterated torment that made her vision swim.
A triumphant, predatory curve formed on Shen Anyu's mouth.
In this dream illusion, every sensation was indistinguishable from the real world, with one crucial difference: everything here moved according to his will. The laws of physics, the limits of the human body—they were all his to command. How could Wu Shenyun, powerful as she was, ever hope to break through his current God-level Steel Body? Especially by using her bare hands. The fact that her fingers hadn't shattered into bloody pulp was a clear sign of her own incredible physical conditioning and the restraint she'd shown at the last second.
"How can you be so strong?" she hissed, her voice laced with disbelief and pain. She retracted her hand as if burned, cradling it against her chest. "Such a formidable body-refining technique… even the Indestructible Vajra Body of the peak-level Zen Masters cannot compare to this. No," she corrected herself, her mind racing, "this is a dream. A dream you created. In a dream, you can transform anything. Of course I cannot be your opponent here."
Wu Shenyun's delicate brows furrowed into a tight line. She stared intently at Shen Anyu, her sharp eyes flickering with a mix of fury and dawning comprehension as she pieced together the nature of her prison.
"It's the same in reality," Shen Anyu said, tilting his head with an expression of utter sincerity. "If you don't believe me, you can come find me and try it for yourself."
He wasn't bluffing. That remark was a simple statement of fact.
"Hmph! I will find you. I will find you in reality," Wu Shenyun snorted coldly, not believing him in the slightest. Practitioners of her arts—Sorcerers and Hex Masters—were notorious for their physical frailty. How could this man possibly possess a physical body more terrifying than that of the legendary Vajra Zen Masters?
Immediately after, all the color drained from her face. Her eyes widened in alarm. "You… what are you going to do?"
"Do what?" Shen Anyu's smile widened, becoming wolfish. "What I came here to do, of course. You."
He snapped his fingers. The sound was sharp, definitive. In an instant, the world dissolved. The dreamscape fractured, melted, and reformed with dizzying speed. They were now in a spacious, sunlit office. Outside the large window, the rhythmic, youthful sounds of students reading aloud drifted from a nearby teaching building, the chorus of voices clear and distinct. The mundane reality of the scene was a jarring contrast to the tension between them.
"Teacher Bai, you want to be promoted?"
Looking at Shen Anyu, who now sat behind a large wooden office desk wearing a crisp suit and tie, his hair slicked back with a predatory sheen, Wu Shenyun felt a wave of mortification so intense it was physically sickening. He was playing the part of a corrupt principal, his gaze greasy and possessive.
What fresh hell was this?
Her eyes darted down, and her heart plummeted. Why was she wearing a form-fitting female teacher's uniform? A prim white blouse, a tight grey skirt, and… black silk stockings on her long legs? The unfamiliar fabric felt both restrictive and alarmingly thin against her skin.
What made Wu Shenyun even more flustered, what sent a true bolt of terror through her, was that her body was moving on its own. She watched in horror as her legs automatically began to carry her towards him, one step at a time, a puppet on invisible strings. Her own formidable will was utterly useless.
"Don't let me find you!!!" she shrieked, the sound a desperate, furious roar of pure, helpless violation.
After an unknown period of time, on the eve of dawn, within a luxurious villa, a voice filled with extreme shame and incandescent anger erupted with the force of a thunderclap. The sound wave, charged with immense power, startled the entire villa area for dozens of miles around, sending birds scattering into the pre-dawn sky.
Wu Shenyun awoke from the dream, her jade-like face flushed with a deep, feverish crimson. Her eyes were misty, a chaotic mix of fury and humiliation shimmering within their depths. Her entire body was thrumming with surging Martial Path True Essence, the fluctuations so wild they made the air in her room crackle. A bizarre, bloody aura, the hallmark of her witchcraft, pulsed around her like a living thing. She was like an enraged female dragon awakening from a nightmare, eager to find the source of her torment and devour it whole.
Yet, even through the rage, Shen Anyu's words repeatedly surfaced in her mind, taunting her, branding themselves into her memory.
"Ahhh, I'm going to find you and kill you!!!"
Wu Shenyun, the cold, noble, and untouchable Southern Border Goddess, completely lost her composure, her scream echoing with a madness born of utter violation.
"Tsk tsk, stubborn. Still needs some teaching."
In reality, Shen Anyu stood cloaked in the shadows of a distant tree line, having already located the villa where Wu Shenyun was staying. The recent anomalous behavior among her subordinates had not gone unnoticed by his intelligence network.
Listening to her frantic, furious voice carry across the morning air, Shen Anyu felt quite wronged. Had he truly done anything excessive? He was clearly an angel, a messenger bringing vibrant, new experiences into her drab life. He, a man, had endured so much for her sake. Heh, what a scumbag woman.
With a flick of his wrist, Shen Anyu sent several nanometer monitoring robots sailing through the air. They landed silently, like specks of dust, around Wu Shenyun's villa. Although these nanobots were not yet effective for monitoring high-level Cultivators and Land Immortals equipped with Divine Sense—as they would be discovered instantly—Wu Shenyun happened to fall just below that upper limit.
'For now, it's better not to make contact with her directly,' he mused. 'Teach her more in her dreams. Then, when we finally meet, and the dream memories are no longer hazy… when she recalls everything with perfect clarity… perhaps her favorability will instantly max out.'
A playful, calculating smile curved Shen Anyu's lips. After finally seeing Wu Shenyun in person, the illusions in his dreams were no longer hazy phantoms; he now recalled all his dream memories with perfect clarity. He had discovered that Wu Shenyun, this powerful and impossibly cold Southern Border Goddess, actually had that kind of inclination buried deep beneath her icy exterior.
At that time, with the overlay of all those dream illusion memories flooding her mind at once, Wu Shenyun's awkward, conflicted favorability would surely soar to an incredibly high level. If he were to contact her now, the mortified Goddess would undoubtedly try to fight him to the death. Although Shen Anyu could easily suppress her, fighting and killing were not his goals.
'It still lacks some refinement; there's no more suitable place for teaching than within a dream that I can change at will.'
'Once she's docile in her dreams, she'll be compliant in reality too.'
Shen Anyu took one last look at the brightly lit villa, at the murderous, red-clad Goddess Wu Shenyun pacing within, her aura a storm of killing intent. He smiled faintly, and his figure melted into the night, disappearing without a trace.
Returning to the Hilton penthouse suite, Zhou Luyao was still sound asleep. Shen Anyu didn't disturb her; he picked up his phone and began to reply to message after message. Before he knew it, his notifications showed ninety-nine plus unread messages. Replying to multiple threads simultaneously was quite busy, but it was also a happy kind of trouble. In addition, he was still paying attention to the Children of Destiny and investigating intelligence about them. There was Jiangbei Master Chen, the Jing River Corpse Fisher who had not yet been discovered, and Zhao Hao who had run off to the deep mountains and old forests for a wilderness challenge. There were also the already discovered talented vocational student Wei Yunteng, Sword God Ye Linyuan, whom Shen Anyu had arranged to write homework, and Xu Pingan, who was happily working for Shen Anyu with his Damage Reflection Aura, and so on.
"Huh? Why didn't Susan send me a message today?"
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