Chapter 272: The Sect of Senior Sisters? A Warning to the Yang Family!
"Liu Ruyan?"
Shen Anyu was flipping through Yang Luoluo's information, his finger pausing as he actually saw Liu Ruyan's name on the document.
It wasn't a case of having the same name; it was the Liu Ruyan from his memory.
That enchanting, beautiful, and utterly captivating supreme temptress!
Liu Ruyan, who came from a prominent Family in the Imperial Capital and was a close friend of Shen Anyu's Aunt, An Zhiyue. She was a woman who exuded sex appeal from her very bones, a natural-born calamitous beauty.
The last time in the Jiangjing Manor, Shen Anyu had slapped Liu Ruyan's fleshy parts a few times. Even now, recallling that moment, a wonderful, rebounding sensation still lingered faintly in his palms—a tactile memory of softness and elasticity that left him craving for more.
"Shen Anyu, I've noted this grudge! You wait!"
Liu Ruyan's words of shame and anger before she left still echoed in his ears. Her flushed face and teary eyes were a delightful contrast to her usual arrogant demeanor.
Shen Anyu didn't take the threat to heart at all; in fact, he wished Liu Ruyan would continue to come to him for a beating. A wild horse like that needed to be broken in slowly.
Liu Ruyan was also a [Destined Heroine]. Shen Anyu had sent people to investigate her for a long time, but strangely, they hadn't found any man around Liu Ruyan who fit the profile of a [Child of Destiny].
This woman had a terrible personality. Although she was enchanting and beautiful, skilled in singing and dancing, and had captivated countless Young Masters in the Imperial Capital, she was a thorny rose. Anyone who dared to pursue her would only be severely dealt with, losing face from her tricks and schemes.
After all, this woman's strength was genuinely at the [Grandmaster Realm - Peak]. She was not a vase; she was a lethal weapon. Ordinary men couldn't even get within ten steps of her, let alone subdue her.
But now, a connection appeared.
According to Yang Luoluo's detailed background report, Liu Ruyan and Yang Luoluo had a very good relationship.
It wasn't a romantic relationship, but rather a bond between [Senior] and [Junior Sister].
Yang Luoluo called Liu Ruyan "Second Senior Sister," and Liu Ruyan called Yang Luoluo "Junior Sister."
"Second Senior Sister... and Junior Sister?"
Shen Anyu's expression turned strange. He tapped the document with his index finger, a faint premonition rising in his heart. As a veteran reader of web novels in his past life, his "Villain Radar" began to ping wildly.
He knew exactly what type of [Child of Destiny] he had likely encountered this time.
In the vast library of urban cultivation tropes, there was a specific, highly popular genre: The Descent of the Mountain.
The protagonist is usually an orphan adopted by a mysterious old master living in seclusion on a mountain. He grows up with a group of peerlessly beautiful Senior Sisters.
The First Senior Sister might be a CEO of a global conglomerate; the Second Senior Sister a Peerless Divine Doctor or a Temptress; the Third a God of War; the Fourth a top assassin... and so on.
"Seven peerlessly beautiful elder sisters? Nine incomparably graceful Senior Sisters? Or perhaps twelve beautiful female disciples?"
Shen Anyu sneered, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"Continue the investigation," he commanded into the phone, his voice low and authoritative. "Investigate Yang Luoluo and Liu Ruyan's other Senior and Junior Sisters. Find out if there are any other women in this lineage, and more importantly, investigate if there is a 'Senior Brother' or a 'Master' living in seclusion."
"Yes, Young Master!"
The female housekeeper on the other end of the phone immediately replied respectfully. Her efficiency was top-notch, cultivated by the Shen Family's rigorous standards.
Then, she quickly added, her tone slightly hesitant:
"Young Master, there is one more thing. It seems someone from the Yang Family is investigating your information. They are probing quite deeply. Should we conceal it, or activate the counter-intelligence protocols? Please instruct."
Shen An Yu was not surprised by this development.
Yang Luoluo held a high position in the Yang Family. On one hand, she was cute, beautiful, and the youngest; on the other hand, her [Martial Dao] talent was astonishing—a potential [Heavenly Human] seed. She was naturally the Yang Family's little darling, deeply pampered and protected by the elders.
Now that a strange young man had approached her and acted so mysteriously—refusing her request and playing hard to get—they would naturally be suspicious. To them, Shen Anyu likely looked like a high-level swindler targeting their precious princess.
Shen Anyu had no interest in playing the game of concealing his identity and acting like a "pig to eat the tiger" with a mere Yang Family. He was the dragon; why should he hide his claws?
He leaned back in the comfortable leather seat of the car, his eyes half-closed.
"No need to deliberately conceal; just give a slight warning!"
"Let them know exactly who they are investigating. Let them feel the weight of the mountain they are trying to climb."
Investigating Shen Anyu's public information wasn't a big deal; to the outside world, he was just a playboy from a top aristocratic Family who spent his days doing nothing but chasing women and squandering money.
As for the important confidential information—his cultivation, his connection to the Underground World, his System—no one could investigate those at all. Shen Anyu had destroyed all clues, and even the women around him didn't know the full extent of his power.
"Understood, Young Master."
The call ended.
The car had already pulled into the private garage of the Jiangjing Manor. The engine purred to a halt, but the atmosphere inside the rear cabin remained warm and ambiguous.
Shen Anyu turned his gaze to the woman sleeping soundly beside him.
Su Hongmian was curled up, her breathing soft and rhythmic. Her expensive dress was wrinkled, the hem riding high up her thigh, revealing the faint red marks left by his grip. Her face was still flushed with the afterglow of their intense session, looking defenseless and incredibly alluring.
He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"Good Mianmian," Shen Anyu whispered, his voice laced with a satisfied laziness. "It seems you still need to strengthen your training. You fainted too quickly today."
He pinched her nose playfully to wake her up.
"Mm..." Su Hongmian groaned, her eyelashes fluttering open. Her eyes were misty, still lost in the haze of pleasure and exhaustion.
"We're home," Shen Anyu said, gesturing outside the window.
Su Hongmian sat up groggily, wincing slightly as her sore muscles protested. She looked out the tinted window and froze.
Standing near the entrance of the villa, waiting to welcome them, were Jiang Linlin and Liu Mi.
Jiang Linlin stood obediently with her hands clasped, looking like a virtuous wife. Liu Mi, wearing a revealing nightgown that barely covered her assets, was leaning against a pillar, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of jealousy and curiosity as she stared at the car.
Su Hongmian's face instantly turned the color of a ripe tomato.
She looked down at her disheveled clothes, felt the sticky, undeniable evidence of Shen Anyu's "favor" still clinging to her body, and then looked at the two women outside.
"Ah!" she let out a whimper, burying her face in Shen Anyu's chest, not daring to lift her head.
To be seen like this... walked out of a car looking thoroughly ravaged while the other harem members watched? It was humiliating, yet strangely thrilling. It was a public declaration that she had been favored.
Shen Anyu laughed heartily, pulled her into his arms, and carried her out of the car, striding past the envious Liu Mi and the smiling Jiang Linlin.
...
On the other side of the city.
The atmosphere was far less romantic. In fact, it was suffocating.
Mo's face suddenly turned pale, covered in cold sweat that soaked her back in seconds. The phone in her hand felt like a burning coal.
"Mo, what's wrong?"
Yang Luoluo looked at Mo curiously, tilting her head.
Mo was her grandfather's adopted daughter. She was very strong, a genuine [Martial Arts Grandmaster]. She also held a high position in the Yang Family as the head of security detail and had never been so flustered before. Even when facing a beast tide or an assassination attempt, Mo had always been calm.
But now, her hands were trembling.
Mo looked at the intelligence report that had just been faxed over—or rather, the "Warning Letter" attached to it. She smiled bitterly, her throat dry, and said to Yang Luoluo:
"Little Miss... the Shen Anyu you mentioned is indeed not a swindler."
Upon hearing this, Yang Luoluo's bright big eyes became even brighter. She clapped her hands and happily said:
"I knew it! That handsome Senior big brother definitely isn't a swindler; he's very powerful. My instincts are never wrong!"
Mo shook her head, her expression grave.
"I don't know if he's powerful in martial arts, but his Family background... is even more powerful than our Yang Family. No, it dwarfs our Yang Family."
Yang Luoluo was also surprised. In Jiangnan, the Yang Family was a titan. There weren't many families more powerful than them.
"Who is he?"
Mo didn't hide anything. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice as she read the name that represented absolute authority in Yanxia.
"Shen Anyu. Young Master of the Yanxia Shen Family, a noble from a thousand-year-old aristocratic Family. His mother is the legitimate daughter of the Yanxia An Family."
"Backed by the Yanxia Shen Family (Military & Politics) and the Yanxia An Family (Limitless Wealth), he stands at the very apex of the social hierarchy. There are few people in the vast Yanxia who dare to provoke him. Even the Governor of Jiangnan would have to bow if he saw him."
"Just now, when I sent people to investigate, the Yanxia Shen Family already knew. They intercepted our network instantly and even issued a warning, demanding 'compensation' for the offense."
Her voice carried a strong bitterness and lingering fear. This time, she had been too careless. She had treated a dragon like a snake. Fortunately, the Shen Family hadn't blamed them too much, likely because it was just a minor offense. If they had acted with hostility, the Yang Family might have faced a catastrophic economic sanction by tomorrow morning.
"Wow, Senior actually has such a prominent background!"
Yang Luoluo's reaction was completely different from Mo's fear. She didn't understand the terrifying political implications. She just thought it was cool.
"He must be very powerful himself, right? Has he already become a [Martial Arts Grandmaster], or even a [Great Grandmaster]?"
Yang Luoluo also knew the prestige of the Yanxia Shen Family and the Yanxia An Family and was surprised, but what she cared about more was martial arts strength. In her simple mind, a powerful background meant powerful resources, which meant powerful cultivation.
Mo's expression, however, turned strange. She looked at the second page of the report.
After hesitating for a moment, she still spoke the truth found in the public records:
"Little Miss, according to the information... that Young Master of the Shen Family is a notorious playboy. His martial arts cultivation isn't very high. The report says he is barely at the [Innate Realm], and even that was likely boosted by drugs and elixirs."
"The report says he... indulges in wine and women excessively, leaving his foundation unstable."
Yang Luoluo's bright big eyes blinked. She puffed out her cheeks.
"The information must be wrong! I'll go find Senior tomorrow for guidance; he must be very powerful!"
It wasn't that Yang Luoluo was infatuated or blind. She had the [Heart of Martial Dao], a keen perception that transcended data.
When she stood in front of Shen Anyu, it wasn't like facing a playboy. It was like facing a dormant prehistoric beast. The pressure he emitted—even when smiling—made her tremble all over and made it difficult to even breathe.
That kind of aura couldn't be faked by money.
"He is definitely not the playboy who only knew how to play with women, as reported in the information; he must possess extraordinary strength. Maybe... he is a hidden expert playing within the mortal world!"
Mo wanted to speak to dissuade her, but seeing Little Miss Yang Luoluo's expectant look and determined eyes, she couldn't say anything.
...
The next afternoon.
The Jiangjing Manor was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun.
In the private courtyard, the sound of tiles clacking echoed pleasantly.
"Mahjong!"
Shen Anyu pushed down his tiles with a lazy smile. "Self-drawn win. Pay up, ladies."
Sitting around the automatic Mahjong table were Su Hongmian, Liu Mi, and Jiang Linlin.
"Ah! Brother An'yu, you're bullying people again!" Liu Mi whined, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. She stood up, leaning over the table intentionally to give Shen Anyu a generous view of her cleavage. "I've lost my allowance for the whole month. Can I pay with... something else tonight?"
She winked, her fox-like eyes full of seduction.
"Sit down," Su Hongmian scolded, though her tone was lacking bite. She was peeling a grape. "Don't be shameless in broad daylight."
Jiang Linlin just giggled softly, counting out her chips to give to Shen Anyu. "Young Master is just too good at calculating. We can't win."
Shen Anyu enjoyed this atmosphere. The chaotic harmony of his harem was soothing. He took the peeled grape from Su Hongmian's hand, his fingers deliberately brushing her lips, causing her to blush.
Just then, the housekeeper approached.
"Young Master, Miss Yang Luoluo is here."
Shen Anyu raised an eyebrow. "Let them in."
A few moments later, at the entrance of the estate's main garden, a Bentley pulled up.
Yang Luoluo hopped out, dressed in a sporty tracksuit that highlighted her youthful vigor. Seeing Shen Anyu from afar, she waved happily:
"Senior! Luo Luo has come to find you again!"
Shen Anyu smiled; he actually had a good impression of this sunny, enthusiastic, and vibrant doll-faced girl. Of course, not just because she was pretty, cute, and had a chest that defied gravity—that would be slander. It was mostly because she was a massive walking bag of [Destiny Points].
Meanwhile, Mo, standing beside Yang Luoluo, was visibly tense. She bowed deeply to Shen Anyu, her posture filled with humility and fear.
"Young Master Shen, I apologize for rashly investigating you yesterday. I was blind and failed to recognize Mount Tai. I am truly sorry. This is the Yang Family's apology gift..."
After speaking, she signaled the driver, who brought forward a gift list and a box made of rare sandalwood. She handed the list with both hands to Shen Anyu's female housekeeper.
Shen Anyu glanced indifferently at Mo. He didn't even look at the gift list. To him, the Yang Family's wealth was negligible.
"Ignorance is no sin," Shen Anyu said lightly, his voice calm but carrying an unquestionable weight. "Besides, Yang Luoluo and I are quite compatible. She is an interesting junior. This time, I won't hold it against you."
Upon hearing this, Mo immediately felt a huge sense of relief wash over her. Her legs almost gave out. She let out a long sigh, wiping the sweat from her forehead. The crisis was averted.
Yang Luoluo also showed a brilliant smile, her eyes curving into crescents.
"Luo Luo, I..."
A smile appeared on Shen Anyu's face; he was about to invite Yang Luoluo to visit the interior of his Jiangjing Manor to show her his "collection."
But the next moment.
[Ding! Warning! Detected terrifying Killing Intent targeting the Host!]
Sensing something, Shen Anyu's expression shifted instantly. The gentle smile vanished, replaced by a terrifying frost.
His eyes suddenly turned icy cold, looking towards a void in the distance.
"Seeking death!"
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