Chapter 365: My Wife is Mine, The Fight is Yours!
[System Interface: Host Status]
[Name: Shen Anyu]
[Age: 25]
[Cultivation: Heavenly Human Realm (Early Stage)]
[Destiny Points: 1,367,780]
[Title: Destined Villain]
[>] Combat Abilities:
[Supernatural Infinite Teleportation]
[God-Level Steel Body (Perfection)]
[Void Breaking Divine Eye]
[God-Level Telekinesis]
[Divine Lightning / Wind / Wood / Water Abilities]
[God-Level Swordsmanship]
[Tian Yuan Secret Technique]
[>] Auxiliary Skills:
[Tianji Observation Technique]
[Divine Medical Skill]
[Divine Poison Skill]
[Divine Invisibility Technique]
[Divine Transformation Technique]
[God-Tier Hacker]
[God-Tier Music]
[God-Tier Old Driver]
[Extraordinary Ventriloquism / Speech / Hypnosis]
[>] Inventory (Partial Display):
[God-Tier Storage Ring]
[Divine Resurrection Stone]
[God-Tier Soul Ring]
[Son of Destiny Identifier]
[Golden Infinite Bullet Gatling]
[Invisibility Cloak]
[Divine Weapons: Qinghong Sword, Yitian Sword]
[Consumables: Dingyan Pill (32), Essence Nourishing Pill (39), Vitality Pill (23)]
[Minions: Nanometer Monitoring Robots (411), Grandmaster Guards (137), Innate Guards (741)]
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The interior of the Rolls-Royce Phantom was a sanctuary of silence and opulence. The Starlight Headliner twinkled softly above, casting a faint, ethereal glow over the hand-stitched leather seats.
Shen Anyu drove with one hand on the wheel, his posture relaxed and commanding. Beside him sat the Heavenly Queen, Zhong Lingyin.
"Shen Anyu, thank you for personally driving me here."
Zhong Lingyin turned to look at him, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a mixture of tender affection and surprise. The soft sunlight filtering through the tinted windows illuminated the fine curve of her neck and the genuine gratitude on her face.
Earlier, she had merely mentioned her need to visit the film set for some reshoots. She had expected him to arrange a driver, or perhaps a helicopter. She never imagined that Shen Anyu, the patriarch of the Shen Family and a man who held the fate of the city in his hands, would readily agree to be her chauffeur.
To a woman in love, this gesture was worth more than a billion yuan in jewelry. It was the gift of time.
If Seventh Sister Yang Luoluo hadn't been sitting in the back seat acting as a high-wattage lightbulb, Zhong Lingyin might have already unbuckled her seatbelt and thrown herself into Shen Anyu's arms, offering herself up to be plundered right there in the passenger seat.
In the rearview mirror, Yang Luoluo's reflection was visible. Her cheeks were puffed out like an angry little pufferfish, and she seemed to be mentally blowing bubbles of resentment.
She wasn't intentionally trying to be a third wheel. It was simply that she hadn't seen her Master Brother for two whole days. The separation felt like years. How could she bear to leave his side now?
Shen Anyu glanced at Zhong Lingyin, his lips curling into a charming, slightly wicked smile.
"What is our relationship? This is a small matter. There is no need for such politeness between us."
Zhong Lingyin's face instantly flushed a delicate shade of crimson. Her heart beat faster.
'What is our relationship?' she thought dizzily. 'Brother-in-law and Sister-in-law? Or... lovers?'
In the back seat, Yang Luoluo's cheeks puffed out even further, resembling a practitioner of the Toad Style Kung Fu. It wasn't ugly; in fact, on her youthful, collagen-rich face, it looked incredibly cute.
However, Shen Anyu's decision to personally drive Zhong Lingyin to the Magic City Film and Television City was not merely due to boredom or romantic whim. Beneath the facade of the doting lover, the mind of the Villain was spinning with cold, calculated logic.
He had two primary objectives.
First, this was a baiting operation. He intended to use himself and Zhong Lingyin as lures to draw the snake out of its hole. The target: The Sea Dragon King, Zhang Hailong, the Hall Master of the Martial God Hall's Yanxia Branch.
Shen Anyu's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the road. A hidden Heavenly Human expert lurking in Shanghai was like a ticking time bomb. How could he sleep soundly knowing such a threat existed near his women?
In Shen Anyu's view, both Zhong Lingyin and the Sword Immortal Pei Changli were meat in his bowl. They were his property. He would not tolerate any other covetous eyes, especially not from the Martial God Hall.
Second, there was another "opportunity" waiting at the Film City.
The Daughter of Destiny, Wen Feifei—the host of the [Entertainment Domination System]—was currently filming there.
After two days of secluded cultivation, his phone had been bombarded with messages from his various women. Poor Shen Anyu, destined for a life of hard work, now had to comfort them one by one. If not for his [God-Level Steel Body (Perfection)], an ordinary man would have been ground into dust by now.
This fate... it was truly too bitter, too heavy.
Shen Anyu sighed dramatically in his heart, enjoying his own hypocrisy.
His gaze flickered to the rearview mirror again, landing on the small figure sitting next to Yang Luoluo.
Ye Linyuan.
The child was staring at the back of Shen Anyu's head with a gaze full of venom. But the moment Shen Anyu's eyes met his in the mirror, Ye Linyuan's expression instantly shifted. He put on a cute, well-behaved facade, offering a harmless smile that didn't reach his eyes.
'Little bastard,' Shen Anyu chuckled internally. 'He's definitely cursing my eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart right now.'
Originally, Shen Anyu had planned to leave Ye Linyuan at the manor, buried under a mountain of homework and tutoring. But a sudden inspiration had struck him.
Waste not, want not.
The Sea Dragon King, Zhang Hailong... his strength was an unknown variable.
Although Shen Anyu had broken through to the Heavenly Human Realm, and his abilities like [God-Level Telekinesis] and [Divine Lightning] had been amplified exponentially, he was not a reckless brute. He was a Villain. Villains prioritized stability. Villains prepared for the worst.
What if the Hall Master of the Martial God Hall came out of seclusion early? What if there was more than one Heavenly Human expert lying in ambush?
Sure, Shen Anyu had the [Supernatural Infinite Teleportation]. He could easily grab Zhong Lingyin and Yang Luoluo—whose favorability ratings were maxed out—and vanish instantly.
But why should he run?
He had a trump card. A living, breathing, hate-filled trump card.
His gaze lingered on Ye Linyuan.
'This kid... he is the Child of Destiny. He has the Protagonist Aura. And more importantly, he has the remnant soul of the Sword Palace Master, Lin Xuanyan, inside him.'
Lin Xuanyan was a peak Land Immortal. Even a remnant soul possessed terrifying power. If Shen Anyu threw Ye Linyuan into a life-or-death situation against the Martial God Hall, the kid would be forced to explode with power.
If the situation went south—if the Martial God Hall attacked in full force—Shen Anyu planned to simply toss Ye Linyuan at them like a grenade.
"Little Junior Brother, go! Protect your sisters!"
Shen Anyu could already imagine the scene. He would escape with the beautiful women, sipping wine while watching the feed from his [Nanometer Monitoring Robots]. He would watch the Child of Destiny battle the Martial God Hall to the death.
If the Martial God Hall died, good. If Ye Linyuan died, also good.
It was a win-win situation.
In the original timeline, Ye Linyuan would have been the one facing the Martial God Hall. He would have fought bloody battles, saved the beauties, unlocked his potential, and earned the love of his seven Senior Sisters through heroism.
But now?
"My wives are mine," Shen Anyu mused silently, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "But the fights? The life-and-death struggles? Those are all yours, Ye Linyuan."
The glory of the harem belonged to Shen Anyu. The brutality of the plot belonged to the Protagonist.
It was the perfect division of labor.
Suddenly, Ye Linyuan felt a chill shoot down his spine. It started at his tailbone and froze his marrow. He looked up, trembling slightly, and saw Shen Anyu smiling at him in the mirror—a smile that looked kind and affectionate to others, but to Ye Linyuan, it looked like a demon contemplating how to cook him.
'Why is he looking at me like that?' Ye Linyuan thought, his heart pounding in his small chest. 'I have a bad feeling...'
Beside him, Yang Luoluo pouted, her thoughts drifting in a completely different direction.
'Master Brother has been staring at Junior Brother for a while now. Why isn't he looking at me?'
As soon as this thought emerged, Yang Luoluo felt aggrieved.
'It's one thing for my charm to be inferior to Fifth Sister Zhong Lingyin... she is the Heavenly Queen, after all. But am I also inferior to a little boy? Does Master Brother prefer shotas?'
She glanced down at her own chest, then looked at the flat chest of Ye Linyuan.
'Hmph. I am clearly quite 'big' too, aren't I?'
Yang Luoluo puffed out her chest slightly, checking the curve beneath her shirt. 'I'm definitely bigger than Fifth Sister. Master Brother has no taste!'
Shen Anyu withdrew his gaze, placing both hands on the steering wheel. He felt the smooth leather beneath his palms and recalled a saying he had read once:
A man cannot simultaneously possess a Rolls-Royce and an inferiority complex.
Driving this car, with a goddess beside him and a Protagonist in the back seat as a sacrificial lamb... this was the pinnacle of life.
The journey was smooth and unimpeded. There was no ambush on the highway. It seemed the Martial God Hall was either patient or unaware of their movement.
The Rolls-Royce exited the highway and approached the destination.
The Magic City Film and Television City was one of the top ten filming locations in Yanxia. Although it wasn't as globally famous as Hengdian, its scale was massive, spanning over 1,200 acres.
As the car drove through the gates, the scenery changed. Modern skyscrapers were replaced by the sweeping eaves of ancient palaces, the bustling streets of the Republican era, and the rustic charm of old villages. It was a place where time collided, bustling with crews, extras in costume, and tourists.
The base was located in a relatively remote area, about seventy to eighty li from the urban center of Shanghai, making it an ideal location for an ambush—or a secluded rendezvous.
Zhong Lingyin needed to go to the "Legend of the Sword" crew for her reshoots. Yang Luoluo and Ye Linyuan, feigning curiosity about filmmaking, decided to tag along with her.
Shen Anyu parked the car and stepped out. He adjusted his suit, his [Divine-grade Perception] instantly expanding like an invisible radar.
Hum.
The perception covered a radius of five li. He scanned the area—every heartbeat, every fluctuation of Qi within thousands of meters appeared in his mind.
He confirmed there was no immediate danger around Zhong Lingyin.
"You guys go ahead," Shen Anyu said with a warm smile. "I have some business to attend to nearby. I'll pick you up later."
"Okay! Be careful, Brother An'yu!" Zhong Lingyin waved happily, dragging the reluctant Yang Luoluo and the wary Ye Linyuan toward the set.
Shen Anyu watched them leave, his smile turning meaningful.
As an "Old Driver" of the highest tier, and a fisherman managing multiple boats, he adhered to the golden rule: Never take two girls to see a third girl.
Maintaining the balance of the harem required not just stamina, but strategic separation.
He turned and walked toward a different section of the Film City, where a modern urban drama was being filmed.
It was time to visit the host of the Entertainment System.
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