Chapter 597: Wu Shenyun Arrives!
"It's you?"
"It's me!"
"In the end, I still found you."
"Indeed, you did come in the end."
"Given the situation, you can still smile?"
"Husband and wife reunited after a long separation, this is a great joy, shouldn't we smile?"
At this moment, by the lake of Jinxiu Mountain Villa, Hangzhou's premier top-tier residential area, a place nestled against mountains and rivers, the scene was one of breathtaking beauty. A young man, incomparably handsome and graceful, stood across from a stunning woman robed in fiery red. Between them, the shimmering waves of the lake reflected the boundless sky, blurring the line between water and firmament. If a master painter were present, they would have wept with ecstatic inspiration, their brush flying to capture a masterpiece destined for eternal renown. Countless people in later generations would surely gaze upon such a work and praise the sublime beauty of the encounter, letting their imaginations run wild with tales of romance and destiny.
But for the men present, romance was the furthest thing from their minds. The Grandmaster Wu He and the other experts of the Shaman God Cult, who had cleared the entire perimeter, were utterly terrified. They stood with heads bowed low, not daring to meet their Master's gaze, not daring even to breathe too deeply. The energy radiating from her was immense, a colossal, suffocating pressure that felt like the tectonic stress of the entire Southern Border crust, compressed and waiting to be unleashed. It was the calm before a world-shattering earthquake, the silence before a phoenix's cry that would incinerate the heavens and echo for a thousand miles.
This crushing pressure swept across the landscape, so heavy that even veteran Grandmasters could only bow their heads and tremble, their bones creaking under the invisible weight. The very air grew thick, distorting the light and muffling all sound. The surface of the lake, once shimmering, was now eerily still, suppressed into a sheet of mirrored glass.
Shen Anyu, however, showed no fear, no panic, no trace of the primal terror that had seized the other martial artists. A faint, almost lazy smile played on his handsome face. His gaze was not one of fear, but of profound admiration, as if he were appreciating a work of art he had personally sculpted. He watched the peerless goddess before him, his eyes tracing every detail.
Her facial features were a canvas of exquisite beauty, flawless and divine. A single, delicate tear mole rested at the corner of her left eye, a mark of poignant charm on a face that was otherwise a mask of cold perfection. Her waist-length black hair cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall of midnight ink. She wore an intricate long dress of the deepest crimson, its fabric embroidered with elaborate golden phoenixes that seemed to writhe and dance with every subtle shift of her body. A simple black silk belt cinched her impossibly slender waist, accentuating a figure of graceful, lethal power.
Her beautiful feet, devoid of stockings, were slipped into plain white cloth shoes. They were small enough to be held in a single hand, and the faint, pale blue veins visible on her snow-white insteps only served to highlight her otherworldly perfection—a fragile, human detail on a divine being.
Wu Shenyun was beautiful. Impossibly, devastatingly beautiful.
But no one dared to appreciate her beauty. The first impression she seared into the minds of all who saw her was not of beauty, but of chilling indifference. It was an apathy that looked down upon all living beings, the detached gaze of a peerless goddess from the Ninth Heaven, surveying the fleeting struggles of the mortal world below.
After single-handedly flattening the Blood Gu Sect, the long-standing overlord of the Southern Border, and effortlessly killing their Master—a monstrous giant ranked among the top ten experts in all of Yanxia—the name of the Southern Border Goddess, Wu Shenyun, had become a legend forged in blood and terror. Her reputation was that of a tigress who could devour a thousand miles of territory in a single breath. Who in their right mind would dare to look her directly in the eye?
Shen Anyu also knew, with absolute certainty, that Wu Shenyun had broken through to the Land Immortal realm.
For some time now, the Shaman God Cult had been turning Hangzhou upside down, frantically searching for young, handsome men in a new first-tier city of tens of millions. It was a task akin to finding a needle in a haystack. But with Shen Anyu making no deliberate effort to conceal his whereabouts, it was only a matter of time before they found him. After Wu Shenyun had broken through to the Land Immortal realm and stabilized her newfound power, she had come straight for his head.
At this moment, Wu Shenyun's phoenix eyes were sharp as honed blades. The corners of her crimson lips curved into something that was almost a smile, but held no warmth. It was a look of cruel amusement, the expression of a cat that had finally cornered a mouse after a long and frustrating chase.
Half a month! For the past half a month, Wu Shenyun didn't even know how she had managed to get through it.
The night she had annihilated the Blood Gu Sect was supposed to be the culmination of her life's purpose. It was the moment she had yearned for for over twenty years, ever since the Wu Clan was exterminated. Her great revenge was complete. She had reached the pinnacle of her life, her power absolute, overlooking a world that seemed as insignificant as dust and smoke beneath her feet. With both her martial arts and her sorcery reaching the Peak of the Heavenly Human realm, who in the world could possibly stand against her?
It was on that very night of ultimate triumph, in her moment of greatest strength and emotional release, that she had fallen into a fantasy of love and dreams from which she could not escape.
In that inescapable dreamscape, her mind was no longer her own. She was transformed, forced into the role of the most beautiful bride. One moment she was Huang Rong, the next Bai Suzhen, then Zhu Yingtai, then even the cartoon sheep Mei Yangyang, Princess Lantu from a children's show, and the beleaguered Teacher Bai. And the man opposite her, the groom, was always him—Shen Anyu. He became Yang Guo, then the monk Fahai, then Liang Shanbo, then the cartoon wolf Lan Yangyang, then Grey Wolf, and even the lecherous Principal Gao. The humiliation was absolute, the scenarios cycling through a thousand lifetimes of absurdity.
In the end, Wu Shenyun had become completely lost in the dream. The psychic contamination had bled into her reality. Now, the moment she saw Shen Anyu in the flesh, her entire body would go soft and numb, a wave of heat washing through her veins. If he so much as touched her snow-white skin, she wouldn't even be able to stand steadily. In fact, by the end of that torturous half-month, Wu Shenyun could no longer even distinguish if Shen Anyu was the one initiating the depraved acts in her dreams, or if she, to her eternal shame, had become the more proactive one.
"Shen Anyu, First Young Master of Yanxia's Shen Clan. Have you had a lot of fun these past two weeks?" Wu Shenyun's voice was glacially calm, but her peerless, jade-like face, which usually showed only divine indifference, now wore a smile that could make a person's soul tremble. It was beautiful, yet terrifying. As she lifted her gaze, her towering, imposing figure cast intersecting shadows on the ground, a physical manifestation of her menacing presence.
"Of course, I had a lot of fun. Didn't you?" Shen Anyu's smile was leisurely, his eyes glinting with amusement as he looked at Wu Shenyun with profound meaning. "I seem to remember that last time, by the end, you were the one clinging to me, refusing to let me leave."
Wu Shenyun's phoenix eyes narrowed, a sharp, cold glint flaring within their depths. The curve of her red lips tightened. "Shen Anyu, good. You're very good. No one has ever provoked me, Wu Shenyun, like this!"
The Grandmaster Wu He and the other Shaman God Cult experts who had cleared the area trembled violently, burying their heads even lower. Not even the Blood Gu Sect Master had managed to make their venerable Master this incandescently furious. This First Young Master of the Shen Clan is doomed, they all thought. He's absolutely doomed. Even if the Shen Clan of Yanxia was a colossal entity, a Land Immortal was a force of nature who could disregard most worldly rules. Even if a great nation marshaled all its might to eliminate her, she could still stand firm, unless they were willing to pay the devastating price of launching a full-scale war.
Inside Villa No. 1, Bai Bing felt a terrifying aura erupt explosively within the Jinxiu Mountain Villa area. It slammed into her senses like a physical blow, driving the air from her lungs.
"That's… by the lake? Oh no, the stinky master is there!"
Bai Bing's expression changed drastically. Without a moment's hesitation, her body flickered, crossing the distance in a blur of motion to investigate. She arrived just in time to witness the tense standoff.
"A Land Immortal! The stinky master actually provoked a Land Immortal?" Bai Bing's heart plummeted into an icy abyss. She could feel the terrifying, world-ending pressure emanating from Wu Shenyun; it was unequivocally the aura of a Land Immortal expert.
In that instant, Bai Bing had no time to wonder why a legendary Land Immortal, a being unseen for a century, had suddenly appeared. She had no time to question why such a being was aggressively targeting Shen Anyu, or what kind of grudge or entanglement could possibly exist between them.
She had only one thought, a singular, absolute imperative that burned away all fear: Shen Anyu absolutely must not die!
A look of crazed, unyielding determination flashed in Bai Bing's eyes. Even a Land Immortal would not be allowed to harm the man she had acknowledged as her master. Wisps of grayish-white aura, cold and utterly devoid of life, suddenly rose from her body. The air around her grew frigid, carrying a deathly stillness that felt as if it had seeped up from the deepest, darkest abyss.
…
"You want to kill me?" Shen Anyu tilted his head, smiling at Wu Shenyun, still utterly devoid of fear.
"Kill you? No, no, that's too easy for you. This Master wants you to be a slave for your entire life, to serve tea, pour water, wash feet, and attend to this Master for a lifetime! Aren't you very proud? Aren't you very arrogant? Isn't everything under your control? This Master wants you to kneel down and hold this Master's feet, to completely submit to this Master!"
A sickly flush appeared on Wu Shenyun's fair, jade-like face, her heart surging with a chaotic storm of emotions.
"Ah?" Wu He and the other Shaman God Cult experts were dumbfounded, their mouths gaping in utter astonishment.
"What?" Bai Bing first suspected she had misheard, but when the words registered, her pretty face was a mask of pure, unadulterated shock.
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