Chapter 379: Shura Field? Shen Anyu's Cold Sweat!
[Ding! Detected a +10 increase in destined heroine Xu Ruoxue's favorability, plundering +30,000 destiny value!]
Shen Anyu's peripheral vision swept over the dowdy female assistant standing in the shadows behind Ji Meilan.
She wore thick, old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses that obscured half her face, her shoulders were slumped in a submissive posture, and her presence was almost nonexistent.
Shen Anyu's lips curled into an imperceptible arc as he thought to himself, 'Interesting.'
Information, invisible to the naked eye, cascaded through his mind.
Xu Ruoxue. To the outside world, she was merely the rebellious Second Miss of the Xu Family, the younger sister of the ice-cold female CEO Xu Ruoshui, and the sister of Xu Ping'an, the "True and False Young Master" Child of Destiny whom Shen Anyu had already harvested. She was known as a scholar who had studied abroad, detached from family politics.
However, the truth was far more bloody.
According to the deep-dive intelligence reports Shen Anyu had extracted from the Dark Web and his own network, Xu Ruoxue had walked a path dipped in darkness. She had joined the "Blood Skull," a notorious international mercenary organization known for its brutality. She wasn't just a grunt; she had climbed the pile of corpses to become a high-ranking executive—the Hall Master of the Intelligence Hall.
A while ago, Shen Anyu had deployed his shadow guards to track her movements, but the agents had reported losing her trail in the chaotic urban sprawl of the Magic City. She had utilized anti-reconnaissance techniques that would baffle even veteran special forces.
He certainly hadn't expected her to resurface here, at the Ji Family, disguised as a timid, plain-looking assistant.
'Hiding a wolf among sheep? Or perhaps a tiger waiting to pounce?' Shen Anyu mused, his gaze lingering for a split second longer than necessary, dissecting her disguise.
The thick glasses were non-prescription lenses meant to dull the sharpness of her eyes. The loose clothing hid a body tempered by combat and rigorous training. She was clearly here with ulterior motives, likely targeting the Ji Family or using them as a springboard for a mission involving the Blood Skull.
With a thought, Shen Anyu mobilized the nanobots residing in his bloodstream.
[System Command: Deploy Nanometer Monitoring Robot.]
An invisible speck of dust, smaller than a grain of sand, detached from Shen Anyu's cuff. Controlled by his will, it floated through the stagnant air of the car and latched silently onto the hem of Xu Ruoxue's cheap skirt.
'Done.'
Shen Anyu withdrew his gaze, his expression returning to a mask of indifferent nobility. There was no rush to expose her or make contact. A hunter must first understand the prey's habits before setting the trap. He needed to know exactly what the Intelligence Hall Master of the Blood Skull was planning in his territory.
The luxury motorcade, a fleet of Rolls-Royces and Maybachs, slowly drove into the sprawling grounds of the Jiangjing Manor. The iron gates groaned open, revealing a world of manicured gardens and opulence that contrasted sharply with the hidden violence brewing in the shadows.
As the heavy sound of the engine faded and Shen Anyu's figure disappeared behind the closing glass of the VIP guest villa, the tension in the main car dissipated, replaced by fervent excitement.
Ji Jia Cheng, the head of the Ji Family, could barely contain his exhilaration. His face, slick with the sweat of anticipation, flushed a deep red. He turned to his daughter, Ji Meilan, his voice trembling with greed.
"Meilan! Did you see that? Did you see his eyes?"
Ji Jia Cheng grabbed his daughter's shoulders, his fingers digging into her expensive dress. "I just noticed that Young Master Shen looked at you for a while longer! His gaze... it paused! He definitely has a good impression of you. He must be interested!"
For a family like the Ji's—wealthy but lacking true aristocratic heritage—catching the eye of the Young Master of the Yanxia Shen Family was akin to ascending to heaven in a single step. It was a golden ticket to absolute power.
Ji Meilan was initially stunned, but as her father's words sank in, a wave of ecstasy washed over her. Her vanity, already swollen, burst into full bloom. She recalled Shen Anyu's handsome face, his dominating aura, and the way he commanded the world with a mere gesture.
"Dad, don't worry," Ji Meilan said, checking her reflection in the rearview mirror, adjusting her hair to highlight her neckline. Her voice dripped with determination. "I will seize this opportunity. At tomorrow's birthday banquet, I will capture Young Master Shen's heart!"
She narrowed her eyes, a predatory glint appearing in them. "Even if Young Master Shen has a girlfriend, so what? Men like him always need fresh flowers. I will become the legitimate wife! I will be the Young Madam of the Shen Family!"
Ji Meilan's charming eyes were filled with overflowing ambition, completely unaware that the "gaze" she cherished was actually directed at the "ugly duckling" standing in her shadow.
At this very moment, Xu Ruoxue, standing silently behind Ji Meilan with her head bowed, frowned slightly behind her thick lenses.
'The Young Master of the Yanxia Shen Family is actually in contact with the Ji family...'
Xu Ruoxue's internal thoughts were sharp and cold, a stark contrast to her timid exterior. Her analysis was rapid, calculating risks and variables.
'This is troublesome. The Shen Family is a behemoth in Yanxia. If Shen Anyu intervenes, tomorrow's plan might encounter an unexpected turn. I must inform the leader immediately.'
Originally, when she first saw Shen Anyu, Xu Ruoxue had felt a fleeting moment of appreciation. The man was undeniably perfect—aesthetic, powerful, and possessing a charisma that naturally drew women in. But now, that appreciation had curdled into professional annoyance.
She had spent weeks infiltrating the Ji Family, enduring the stupidity of Ji Meilan and the arrogance of Ji Jia Cheng, all to prepare for the upcoming operation. Shen Anyu was a variable she hadn't accounted for. A massive, unpredictable variable.
'However...' Xu Ruoxue adjusted her glasses, her eyes flashing with a cold light. 'It shouldn't have too much impact. From the intelligence, Young Master Shen is arrogant and aloof. He doesn't have deep ties with the Ji family. And Ji Ba Duan, that dissolute waste of a Young Master, even provoked him earlier. Unless Ji Meilan actually manages to hook up with Young Master Shen—which is unlikely given his standards—it won't affect the mission.'
She took a deep breath, regulating her heartbeat to mimic that of a normal person.
'After this matter is done, I'll go home and see. I heard that Eldest Sister has a boyfriend... and Little Brother Ping'an has also been found. But then he disappeared again. I need to investigate that. The disappearance of a Child of Destiny is never simple.'
Little did she know, the man who caused her brother's disappearance was the very man she was currently analyzing.
[Location: Guest Villa - Bedroom]
On the other side of the manor.
The air in the master bedroom was thick, heavy with the unique, musky scent of aftermath—a blend of expensive cologne, feminine sweat, and the distinct aroma of pheromones.
Shen Anyu stood by the bed, buttoning his shirt. He looked down at the woman nestled in the disheveled silk sheets.
Susan was fast asleep. Her breathing was rhythmic and deep, a sign of complete exhaustion. Her golden hair was spread out like a halo on the pillow, damp with sweat. Her cheeks were still flushed a deep, rosy pink, and there were faint marks on her porcelain neck—badges of the storm she had just weathered.
Shen Anyu settled the blanket over her exposed shoulders, his movements gentle yet possessive. He didn't wake her.
Anyway, the meat was already in the pot. He had broken through her defenses, shattered her innocence, and imprinted himself onto her soul. There would be plenty of opportunities to explore Susan's deeper secrets later—specifically, the source of her immense Destiny Value and why a seemingly ordinary foreign exchange student possessed such hidden power.
He leaned down, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead, and lightly kissed Susan on the cheek.
"Sleep well, my little kitten," he whispered.
Then, Shen Anyu quietly left the room, carefully closing the door with a soft click, and returned to the hallway leading to his own designated suite.
Inside the room, moments after the door clicked shut, Susan's beautiful eyes slightly opened. They were hazy, filled with a lingering mist of pleasure and fatigue. She looked in the direction Shen Anyu had left, curling her body into a ball and hugging the pillow he had used.
'Hehe... husband is so gentle…'
Her heart was filled with joy, completely fallen.
[Location: Corridor outside Shen Anyu's Suite]
Shen Anyu walked down the corridor, the plush carpet swallowing the sound of his footsteps. He loosened his tie slightly, the heat from the previous exercise still lingering in his blood.
"Master Brother!"
Just as Shen Anyu was about to close the door to his room, a clear, vibrant voice suddenly rang out, cutting through the silence of the hallway.
Shen Anyu paused, his hand on the door handle. He turned to look.
Standing there was Yang Luoluo.
The Seventh Senior Sister looked different tonight. Usually, she wore loose martial arts robes or casual sportswear, her hair tied up in a practical ponytail. But tonight, her hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders. Her face was flushed, her breathing slightly erratic, and her chest heaved with suppressed emotion. Her eyes, usually clear and focused only on the Dao of Martial Arts, were now burning with a different kind of fire.
Shen Anyu smiled gently, his expression shifting effortlessly from the domineering lover to the doting senior brother.
"Luo Luo? What's wrong? It's late. What do you need from Master Brother?"
The next moment, logic and restraint shattered.
Yang Luoluo didn't answer with words. She lunged forward.
She pushed the door shut with her backhand—Bang!—locking them into the privacy of the room. Then, without a second of hesitation, she directly pounced into Shen Anyu's embrace.
It wasn't a gentle hug. It was the tackle of a martial artist.
Her arms, slender but packed with explosive power, wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him down. Her body slammed into his, and Shen Anyu could feel the heat radiating from her—it was scorching, like a furnace. She was trembling, not from cold, but from an adrenaline overload mixed with terrifying nervousness.
"Master Brother, Luo Luo likes you!"
The confession exploded out of her, loud and fierce.
She buried her face in his chest for a split second, inhaling his scent greedily, before looking up. Her eyes were shimmering with moisture, but her gaze was unyielding, burning with the stubbornness of a warrior who had decided to strike.
"I've liked you for a very, very long time! But I was stupid... I never realized it myself. I thought it was just respect, or admiration. Later, when I knew you were Second Senior Sister Liu Ruyan's boyfriend, I could only suppress this affection. I told myself to bury it in the darkest corner of my heart."
Her voice cracked slightly, emotional dams breaking.
"But today... today I almost lost you forever."
Her grip tightened, her nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt.
"When you disappeared... when I couldn't sense your Qi... Luo Luo felt like the sky had collapsed. I can't hold back anymore. I don't care about the rules! Even if Second Senior Sister blames me, even if she hits me, Luo Luo must confess!"
"Once, Luo Luo's heart only held martial arts. I thought the Dao was everything. But now... Master Brother is more important in Luo Luo's heart than martial arts! You are my Dao!"
Saying that, Yang Luoluo stood on tiptoe. She didn't wait for an answer. She didn't wait for permission.
She actively offered her pinkish-white lips and smashed them against his.
It was a clumsy kiss. She had no technique, no experience. It was just raw, unadulterated instinct. She bit his lip slightly, her movements frantic and desperate, trying to convey all the fear, relief, and love she had bottled up for years in this single contact. She tasted of salt—tears—and sweet, youthful fervor.
[Ding! Detected a +1 increase in destined heroine Yang Luoluo's favorability, plundering +30,000 destiny value!]
[Ding! Detected a total favorability of 90 for destined heroine Yang Luoluo, extra plundering +50,000 destiny value!]
Shen Anyu stood firm against her assault, his eyes softening.
He could feel the fiery and clumsy love of the martial arts-obsessed girl. It erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for centuries.
Previously, Shen Anyu had engaged in a dangerous battle with the three Heaven-ranked experts of the Martial God Hall—the Sea Dragon King and the two Protectors. To the outside world, he had disappeared for over an hour.
That hour was merely a tactical maneuver for Shen Anyu, a time to hunt and harvest. But for Yang Luoluo, it was the most difficult and despairing moment of her life.
Having practiced martial arts since childhood, Yang Luoluo had a will of steel. She had broken bones without flinching. She had never cried, no matter how many bumps and bruises she got; she had always been very strong, the pillar of the younger generation.
But at that time, outside the stadium, Yang Luoluo had squatted on the ground, hugging her knees, feeling unprecedented helplessness. She had sobbed uncontrollably, ignoring the shocked gazes of the people around her.
She couldn't imagine what it would be like if she could never see Master Brother again. The thought of seeing his cold corpse had shattered her mental defense.
Only by experiencing loss does one learn to cherish.
Shen Anyu didn't push her away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, stabilizing her trembling form. He responded with enthusiasm, guiding her clumsy kiss, turning the frantic collision into a deep, rhythmic dance of tongues.
One must cherish a young girl's affections, especially when they are offered with such brave desperation.
The room temperature spiked. The sound of their intertwined breathing filled the silence.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, there was a gentle but urgent knock on the door.
Shen Anyu and Yang Luoluo froze, but before they could separate, the door handle turned. The latch hadn't fully engaged when Luoluo kicked it shut earlier.
"Husband, I'm here! Open the door—oh, the door isn't closed, I'm coming in! I was so worried, are you hurt anywhere? You..."
The door swung open.
A stunning figure in a casual dress stepped in, her face full of eager concern and lingering fear. It was the Heavenly Queen, the Fifth Senior Sister, Zhong Lingyin.
But her words died in her throat.
"You... you, you, you all…"
A startled cry suddenly rang out, strangled by shock.
Zhong Lingyin stood frozen in the doorway. Her starry eyes widened to their limit, the pupils trembling as they took in the scene before her with utter disbelief.
Her Seventh Sister, the innocent, martial-arts-obsessed Yang Luoluo, was actually in Shen Anyu's arms. Their bodies were pressed together intimately, lips swollen, clothes slightly disheveled. Yang Luoluo's arms were still wrapped tightly around Shen Anyu's neck.
This... this... this… what was going on?!
Zhong Lingyin had come to Shen Anyu's room with the exact same purpose as Yang Luoluo.
It was inconvenient earlier when there were many people—the Ji Family, the fans, the other sisters. She had to maintain her image.
But during that hour or so when Shen Anyu's life was unknown, Zhong Lingyin had felt her world crumble. She realized that if Shen Anyu died, she might actually commit suicide to follow him. Her love had transcended reason.
After seeing Shen Anyu return alive, Zhong Lingyin had only one thought: Carpe Diem. Seize the day. No matter what obstacles, nothing could stop her from being with Shen Anyu tonight. She had even overcome the fear of death, so what else mattered?
At worst, she would kneel and offer tea to Second Senior Sister Liu Ruyan to apologize! At worst, she would be the junior one!
Shen Anyu publicly introducing Susan as his girlfriend earlier had further solidified Zhong Lingyin's decision. Since there was one mistress, and then two... adding her wouldn't be too many, right? The dam had already broken.
She had prepared herself mentally to seduce him, to offer herself completely.
But now... what was happening? She had arrived late to the battlefield?
"Yang Luoluo! What are you doing? Let go quickly!"
Zhong Lingyin's starry eyes snapped from shock to jealousy. She stomped her foot, her pretty face showing a hint of genuine anger and fluster.
However, Yang Luoluo didn't immediately let go. The adrenaline of her confession was still pumping through her veins. She turned her head, her face crimson but her eyes defiant. She mustered her courage and said to Zhong Lingyin:
"Fifth Sister, if you can do it, why can't Luo Luo?"
"Luo Luo was clearly here first! I also met Master Brother first in the sect! And I like Master Brother too!"
She tightened her hold on Shen Anyu's arm, declaring her sovereignty.
"You and Second Senior Sister were the ones who came later! In the world of martial arts, seniority matters, but in love... first come, first served!"
Zhong Lingyin immediately narrowed her eyes…
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