Chapter 287: Ambush and Kill the Celestial Being!
It wasn't until Shen Anyu had left for a while that Yang Luoluo released her hands from her eyes, blinking her big eyes as she looked at her Second Senior Sister Liu Ruyan, whose lips were swollen, and asked curiously:
"Second Senior Sister, what does kissing feel like? You looked very comfortable?"
The question hung in the air, innocent yet devastatingly sharp.
Liu Ruyan sat on the edge of the messy bed, her breathing still somewhat ragged. Her mind was in chaos. The lingering heat of Shen Anyu's aggressive, possessive kiss still burned on her lips, a sensation that was both humiliating and undeniably electric. She could still taste his scent—a mix of mint, expensive tobacco, and pure, unadulterated masculinity that seemed to invade her senses even now that he was gone.
Hearing her Junior Sister's question, Liu Ruyan felt her face heat up as if she had been caught stealing. She playfully pinched Yang Luoluo's hand, trying to mask her fluster with annoyance, and scolded her:
"How can I have such a foolish Junior Sister? You watched your Senior Sister get bullied and didn't even help? You just stood there covering your eyes!"
Yang Luoluo's face turned red as she mumbled, twisting the hem of her shirt, "You and Master Brother are a couple. I shouldn't meddle in such domestic affairs. Grandpa told me this. He said that when a man and a woman are... close... outsiders should disappear."
She paused, looking earnest. "Even an honest official can't manage family affairs; a couple who quarrels in bed will reconcile by the foot of it."
Pfft—!
Liu Ruyan was instantly speechless, on the verge of tears, feeling as if she had dug her own grave and jumped right in.
To prevent Shen Anyu from making a move on Junior Sister Yang Luoluo—that innocent lamb who would probably thank the wolf for eating her—and to keep Junior Sister Yang Luoluo from being so close to Shen Anyu, she had to lie earlier. She had implied she had an intimate relationship with Shen Anyu to mark her territory, hoping it would make Shen Anyu back off out of "respect" (though that scoundrel had no respect) or make Luoluo keep her distance.
This way, with Junior Sister Yang Luoluo's character and strict upbringing, she would definitely not have any overly intimate contact with Shen Anyu. She would see him as her "Brother-in-law."
However, Liu Ruyan realized with horror that she had now dug a big pit for herself.
She had clearly been taken advantage of—forcibly kissed and fondled—but she couldn't even complain. In Luoluo's eyes, that was just "passionate loveplay."
"And, and, I felt that, just now, Second Senior Sister, you really enjoyed it. Is kissing very comfortable?" Yang Luoluo pressed on, her curiosity piqued. She leaned closer, her big, clear eyes observing Liu Ruyan like a scientist studying a rare specimen. "Your toes were curled up, and you were making... sound."
"Stop it!"
Liu Ruyan's face immediately turned red, burning all the way to her neck. She angrily retorted, "Who enjoyed it? I didn't enjoy it at all! It was disgusting! It was all that scoundrel Shen Anyu forcing me!"
Yang Luoluo nodded, deep in thought, and sighed like a little adult, saying, "Second Senior Sister, you're lying. I can feel it. You clearly enjoyed it. Your heartbeat is still fast."
"Ahhh! Shut up, shut up!"
Liu Ruyan buried her head in a pillow, letting out muffled screams and muttering Shen Anyu's name with gnashing teeth.
"Shen Anyu, I'm not done with you!!! You wait! I will kill you!"
Yang Luoluo watched this scene, covering her mouth and snickering, finding her usually cold and strict Senior Sister quite adorable. But gradually, her bright eyes dimmed, showing a hint of loss.
'It seems Second Senior Sister and Master Brother really have a very good relationship,' she thought. 'Is this what a bickering couple is like? Intense and passionate?'
But why did she feel a little sad? A strange tightness gripped her chest, something she couldn't identify.
All of a sudden.
The atmosphere in the room immediately quieted down. The playfulness vanished.
After a long while.
BOOM!
Just then, as if a clap of thunder had exploded out of nowhere, the entire Riverside Villa shook. The tempered glass of the windows vibrated violently, threatening to shatter, and the ground seemed to tremble as if a magnitude 6 earthquake had occurred. The expensive crystal chandelier above them swayed dangerously.
"An earthquake?"
Yang Luoluo's eyes widened in astonishment, her instincts as a warrior kicking in instantly.
"No, there are experts fighting..."
Liu Ruyan sprang up from the bed, her disheveled hair forgotten. Her previously angry and embarrassed expression turned solemn and sharp. As a Grandmaster herself, she could feel the terrifying fluctuation of True Qi that caused the tremor. It wasn't natural; it was the collision of immense power.
"Oh no, bad guys must be trying to assassinate Master Brother. I'm going to help!"
Yang Luoluo's expression changed drastically. Even she had experienced assassination attempts as the princess of the Yang Family, let alone someone of Shen Anyu's high status. The situation must be dangerous now.
"Master Brother treated me so well, I cannot let him get hurt!"
Before her words finished, Yang Luoluo hastily put on her jacket, her movements blurring, and rushed out from the third-floor window balcony, leaping into the night like a nimble swallow.
"Junior Sister, don't go, it's dangerous! Come back!"
Liu Ruyan's expression changed. She was both annoyed and helpless. How terrifying must the experts creating such a huge commotion be? The shockwave alone shook the building! How could Yang Luoluo, who had just broken through to Grandmaster, possibly intervene in a battle of this caliber?
But seeing Yang Luoluo disappear into the darkness, her heart filled with worry.
"Foolish girl!"
She gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, grabbed her sword, and followed her...
[Timeline: Twenty Minutes Earlier]
The night was dark, the moon obscured by thick clouds.
Tian Yunzi, the founder of the Netherworld Palace, stood atop a distant tree, his body weightless as a feather. He wore a gray Daoist robe that fluttered in the night wind.
He had originally planned to lead the remaining powerhouses of the Netherworld Palace to storm the Riverside Luxury Mansion Villa, rescue his beloved disciple Ye Yan, and eliminate Shen Anyu in a bloodbath.
But after Tian Yunzi personally scouted the area with his profound perception, he found it heavily guarded. There were numerous Grandmasters patrolling, and modern surveillance systems that covered every blind spot. More importantly, he sensed his beloved disciple Ye Yan's faint aura imprisoned in the dungeon deep underground.
He decided to go alone.
"Rescuing Yan'er is the priority. Once he is safe, I will slaughter this Shen family brat," Tian Yunzi murmured, his voice cold.
Tian Yunzi had no children of his own. He not only regarded his beloved disciple Ye Yan as his successor but also treated him like his own grandson. He had poured all his resources, his secret techniques, and his hopes into Ye Yan.
Even if Ye Yan messed things up, losing the prestige of the 'War God', Tian Yunzi could only come to clean up the mess with a feeling of disappointment, not abandonment.
With his strength—half-step Heavenly Human (Celestial Being)—even if Jiangjing Manor was filled with Grandmaster and Great Grandmaster powerhouses guarding it, he could come and go freely. To him, they were merely ants.
Tian Yunzi moved. He did not run; he drifted. Like a ghost, he phased through the shadows, bypassing sensors and patrols with ease.
Soon, he reached the entrance of the underground dungeon.
Two elite guards stood there. Before they could even blink or register the gray shadow, they froze.
Tian Yunzi silently immobilized them, sealing their acupoints with a flick of his finger. It wasn't that he was soft-hearted; as the founder of the Netherworld Palace, it was an understatement to say his hands were stained with countless blood. He was a demon who had walked out of a mountain of corpses.
Rather, if he killed them, their life Qi would dissipate abruptly. In this modern era, dead bodies might trigger biometric alarms, or martial arts experts with keen senses might detect the scent of fresh death.
"Sleep," he whispered.
Once his beloved disciple Ye Yan was rescued, Tian Yunzi would have no more reservations. He would turn this luxury villa into a slaughterhouse.
The dungeon door, made of reinforced steel, groaned as Tian Yunzi melted the lock with his internal energy. He pushed it open and stepped into the gloom.
The air inside was stale, heavy with the smell of mold, rust, and... dried blood.
Upon entering the dungeon, his eyes adjusted instantly to the dim light. What he saw made his heart stop for a beat.
He saw his beloved disciple Ye Yan in cell number one.
Ye Yan was suspended in the air, shackled by heavy alloy cuffs. He was covered in blood, his clothes tattered strips of fabric clinging to his wounds. He was riddled with fresh and old scars—whip marks, burn marks, and cuts. He was on his last breath, his Qi extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind.
"Yan'er..."
Tian Yunzi was overcome with grief, nearly shedding old tears. His trembling hand reached out but hesitated to touch the wounds.
"Yan'er, your Master is here to save you. Later, your Master will avenge you, flatten this place, eliminate the Yanxia Shen Family Young Master Shen Anyu, and leave no one alive!"
Tian Yunzi, who had lived in seclusion for many years, seeing his beloved disciple Ye Yan in such a tragic state, felt a rage he hadn't felt in decades. His old eyes flashed with murderous intent, filled with an extremely dangerous aura that caused the temperature in the dungeon to drop below freezing.
It was as if the old Palace Master who had single-handedly established the most terrifying Netherworld Palace in the international Dark World had returned!
During the process of establishing the Netherworld Palace, Tian Yunzi was also decisive in his killings, having slain countless people and destroyed numerous sects to achieve the Netherworld Palace's renown. He was a nightmare of the previous era.
And now, Tian Yunzi wanted Shen Anyu and the Yanxia Shen Family to know that treating his beloved disciple Ye Yan in such a manner would require a bloody and heavy price.
"Ugh..."
Ye Yan, shackled by heavy alloy cuffs and even pierced through the collarbone by 'Pipa locks' (chains designed to suppress Qi), lifted his head with great difficulty. His face was swollen, his eyes barely open.
He looked at Tian Yunzi, and his lips moved, cracked and dry, as if he wanted to say something. But he had no strength. Only a hoarse rasp came out.
Tian Yunzi's heart ached even more at this sight.
When his beloved disciple Ye Yan descended the mountain, he was full of vigor, a dragon among men. He vowed to destroy the Yanxia Shen Family, to achieve the Celestial Realm, and even become a Land Immortal, dominating the world and reigning supreme.
At that time, Tian Yunzi also held high hopes, believing his disciple was the true Child of Destiny.
But now, his beloved disciple Ye Yan had been reduced to such a tragic state, a broken doll hanging in a damp cell.
Tian Yunzi decided in his heart that after rescuing his beloved disciple Ye Yan, he would leave no one alive here. Not the guards, not the servants, and certainly not Shen Anyu.
"Yan'er, Master will get you out now. Hold on."
Tian Yunzi's expression hardened, his vast True Qi surging within him like a tidal wave.
With a casual flick of his hand, several invisible palm forces split the air like blades.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The alloy cuffs and chains, which were as thick as a wrist and capable of holding an elephant, were severed instantly. Tian Yunzi's control was perfection itself; the force cut the metal without pulling on Ye Yan's wounds at all.
Ye Yan's body slumped forward.
Immediately, Tian Yunzi moved like lightning, catching him. He carefully helped Ye Yan down, supporting his weight, and comforted him:
"Yan'er, learn from your mistakes. This setback may not be a bad thing. It will temper your Dao heart. In the future..."
Creak...
Before he finished speaking, a mechanical sound echoed in the silent dungeon.
Tian Yunzi suddenly looked up, his cloudy old eyes instantly sharp as knives. His murderous intent flared. Someone was here?
He had originally intended to strike and kill whoever entered immediately, crushing their skull with a single palm strike.
But after seeing the face clearly, his expression drastically changed. His raised hand froze in mid-air.
Accompanied by the creaking sounds of gears turning, a secret chamber door next to cell number one slowly opened, revealing a figure standing within the shadows.
As the figure stepped into the light, Tian Yunzi's pupils constricted violently.
That figure... was identical to his beloved disciple Ye Yan, whom he was currently supporting in his arms.
The appearance, the height, the facial features, and even the fluctuation of Qi were completely indistinguishable. It was like looking into a mirror.
The "Ye Yan" in his arms was weak and bloody.
The "Ye Yan" standing in the secret door was cold and expressionless.
At this moment, Tian Yunzi felt a chill down his spine. Which one was his beloved disciple Ye Yan?
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