Chapter 619: Zhang Zhiyun Doubts His Life, Repeatedly Crushed!
Zhang Zhiyun, with his hands clasped behind his back, a look of arrogant satisfaction on his face, stepped into Jinxiu Mountain Villa No. 1 Villa.
Having just attained minor mastery in the Yin Corpse Devil Swordplay, his cultivation had broken through the bottleneck, soaring directly into the Heavenly Master Realm. Tonight was the night he had long awaited—the night he would claim his vengeance, the night he would personally slay Shen Anyu. The thought sent a jolt of dark pleasure through his veins.
So what if Shen Anyu was the young master of the illustrious Shen Clan of Yanxia? In the face of absolute, overwhelming strength, status was meaningless. A title was no shield against a sword. A noble would bleed just as red as a commoner. He would be nothing more than a corpse at Zhang Zhiyun's feet.
And his ambition didn't end with Shen Anyu. The entire Shen Clan of Yanxia, that monolithic entity that lorded over the nation, would be trampled under his heel. He would grind their pride into the dust, erasing their legacy to finally assuage the festering hatred that had taken root in his heart.
The source of this all-consuming rage was profound and multifaceted. The unrequited love for his fiancée, Ji Xiaolin, who had been so effortlessly snatched away by Shen Anyu, had dealt a devastating blow to his pride. It was a wound far deeper and more agonizing than the physical loss of his arm. That public humiliation had nearly twisted his very soul, pushing him to the brink of a complete demonic descent.
Now, after immersing himself in the Yin Corpse Devil Swordplay, the transformation was accelerating. The demonic influence of the art, a constant whisper in the back of his mind, had grown into a roar. A malevolent, corpse-like aura clung to him like a shroud, intensifying with every breath. It amplified every negative emotion—his rage, his jealousy, his resentment—until they became a surging tide that governed his every action, compelling him to act with a recklessness he never would have dared before.
If this were the Zhang Zhiyun who had just descended the mountain, idealistic and cautious, he would never have contemplated such a suicidal course of action. He would have meticulously planned, gathering strength in the shadows before daring to challenge a colossal power like the Shen Clan.
But the Zhang Zhiyun of today was a different beast entirely. Confidence, warped and magnified by his new power, surged through him. He was convinced that with his current strength, even that beautiful, terrifying woman who had nearly ended his life before would be no match for him. The world was vast, and he was now powerful enough to roam it freely, to take what he wanted, to kill who he pleased.
"Heh, so it's you. My defeated opponent. The broken-armed dog has come crawling back?" Bai Bing was poised to engage Wu Shenyun, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension, when the unexpected intrusion broke the standoff. She turned, and upon seeing Zhang Zhiyun stride into the villa grounds, a look of utter disdain and withering contempt filled her exquisite features.
"Just a little bug," Wu Shenyun's phoenix-like eyes swept over Zhang Zhiyun, her gaze as indifferent as a goddess looking down upon a mortal insect. She didn't spare him a second thought. The fact that he had broken through to the Heavenly Master Realm was utterly inconsequential to her.
Veins bulged on Zhang Zhiyun's forehead, throbbing with a sudden, violent surge of rage. How could he possibly forget that voice? That cold, mocking tone, dripping with condescension, was seared into his memory. He could still feel the phantom pain in his right shoulder, the searing agony as her sword light had severed his arm. If he hadn't made that desperate, life-or-death scramble toward the small river beside the villa, he knew with chilling certainty that he wouldn't have just lost an arm. He would have lost his life.
And now, another voice. This one was different—ethereal and serene, like the whisper of wind rustling through a silent bamboo grove. Yet, the arrogance it carried was even more profound, the disdain even more absolute. She had actually called him a little bug?
A cold, vicious sneer twisted Zhang Zhiyun's lips. He turned his gaze towards the source of that second voice, his eyes burning with fury.
The sight that met him made him freeze in his tracks. The rage momentarily vanished, replaced by a jolt of pure, unadulterated astonishment that stole the breath from his lungs.
Under the brilliant, silvery light of the full moon, Wu Shenyun and Bai Bing stood in silent confrontation. They were a portrait of otherworldly beauty, so stunningly perfect that they seemed to have stepped out of a celestial painting. Words were wholly inadequate to capture the vision before him. Beautiful. They were both unbelievably, heartbreakingly beautiful.
"A broken-armed dog from the gutter dares to stare at me?" Zhang Zhiyun's dazed, almost lustful gaze ignited a cold fire in Bai Bing's eyes. Her pretty face turned to ice. Without another word, she raised her hand and unleashed a sword strike.
FWOOSH!
A brilliant arc of sword light materialized from nothing, tearing through the night air with a piercing shriek. It instantly crossed the dozen meters separating them, a streak of silver death aimed directly at Zhang Zhiyun's heart.
Zhang Zhiyun snorted, the sound a guttural growl. The astonishment was gone, replaced by the thrill of battle. Black, malevolent energy erupted from his body, a roiling miasma of pure evil. It was thick, viscous, and tinged with the deep crimson of old blood, a tangible manifestation of the Yin Corpse Devil Swordplay. The cloud of necrotic power surged forward, meeting the brilliant sword light head-on. A deafening sizzle filled the air as light and darkness clashed, the pure, sharp energy of Bai Bing's sword qi grinding against the foul, corrosive power of his demonic art before both dissipated into sparks.
"I am no longer who I once was."
Zhang Zhiyun's gaze swept over Bai Bing and Wu Shenyun, his expression a mask of smug arrogance and predatory desire. A cruel sneer played on his lips.
"You're Shen Anyu's women, aren't you? Excellent. Since he stole my fiancée, Ji Xiaolin, then it's only fair that I take his women! Submit to me, and I will let you live. Otherwise," his voice dropped to a menacing whisper, "you will become nothing more than cold corpses decorating this lawn!"
"A suicidal little bug." Wu Shenyun didn't even deign to look at Zhang Zhiyun directly. Her attention remained fixed on Bai Bing as she casually waved a hand.
The world seemed to fall silent for a fraction of a second. An invisible, unstoppable force blasted outward from her. The air pressure plummeted, and a violent gust of wind erupted in the space before her, instantly escalating into a terrifying vortex. It was no longer just wind; it was a miniature hurricane, a concentrated tornado of pure force that tore at the very fabric of the night. The manicured lawn was ripped to shreds, the stone pathways cracked and shattered, and the ground itself split apart as the vortex howled to life. Under Zhang Zhiyun's utterly incredulous gaze, the invisible tempest shot towards him with ferocious speed.
"Not good!"
The smug arrogance vanished from Zhang Zhiyun's face, replaced by a mask of pure terror. His expression shifted drastically. There was no time to think, no time to plan. Instinct screamed at him. He threw himself backward, his body flashing through a series of afterimages as he pushed his movement technique to its absolute limit. But it was useless. The terrifying hurricane-like tornado pursued him relentlessly, its speed defying logic, giving him no room to dodge, no hope of escape. It carved a deep, hundred-meter-long trench into the earth, a bottomless ravine gouged out of the villa's pristine grounds in a single, horrifying instant.
"What a formidable woman!"
Zhang Zhiyun's pupils contracted to pinpricks. The howling vortex of destruction was upon him. He saw the spinning blades of compressed air shredding trees and pulverizing boulders in its path. Dodging was impossible. Retreat was death. Gritting his teeth, he let out a furious roar and struck out with his remaining hand. The full, unbridled power of the Yin Corpse Devil Sword Qi erupted from his body. It wasn't a single strike but a cataclysmic storm of corrosive energy. Thousands upon thousands of miniature, ghostly black swords, each screaming with the malice of a restless spirit, swarmed forward. This dense, chaotic deluge of Yin Corpse Devil Sword Qi enveloped the hurricane, colliding with the tornado of force thousands of times in the span of a single breath. A cacophony of shrieking metal, explosive impacts, and corrosive hissing echoed through the night as his dark power desperately tried to grind away the force of Wu Shenyun's casual attack.
Only after a titanic struggle that left him panting, his inner energy churning violently, did he finally manage to dissipate the last remnants of the force Wu Shenyun had unleashed with a mere wave of her hand.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Zhang Zhiyun is shocked. Plundered +9999 Destiny Points!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Zhang Zhiyun is horrified. Plundered +9999 Destiny Points!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Zhang Zhiyun's jealousy is off the charts. Plundered +9999 Destiny Points!]
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Zhang Zhiyun stared at the indifferent, almost bored expression on Wu Shenyun's face. Shock and horror warred for dominance in his heart, quickly followed by a tidal wave of intense, burning jealousy and bitter envy.
Why?
'Why?! Why are all the women around that bastard Shen Anyu so impossibly beautiful and monstrously strong?!'
First, there was Bai Bing, who had already defeated him once. Now, this new woman had appeared—just as breathtakingly beautiful, but her power was on an entirely different level. It was an abyss he couldn't even comprehend.
'Could such strength... could that be the Heavenly Human Realm? No... that felt even stronger. Is she... a legendary Land Immortal?!'
Zhang Zhiyun's expression flickered between ashen white and thunderous black, his heart filled with a suffocating unwillingness to accept this reality.
"Clearly, I am stronger than you. You should call me 'Big Sister'." Wu Shenyun didn't even give Zhang Zhiyun another glance, keeping her gaze coolly fixed on Bai Bing.
"Heh, you're just relying on your Land Immortal cultivation Realm. Why don't you try suppressing yourself to the Heavenly Human Realm and see what happens?" Bai Bing shot a venomous glare at the pathetic, dust-covered figure of Zhang Zhiyun, her expression a mixture of disgust and loathing. Then, she parted her perfect red lips and spat out a single, devastating word: "Useless!"
Both had unleashed casual strikes. But it was painfully, undeniably clear that Wu Shenyun's attack had left Zhang Zhiyun in a far more wretched and pathetic state. This outcome clearly displeased Bai Bing, as it made her own previous victory seem less impressive.
That single word, "Useless," delivered with such withering disdain, pierced Zhang Zhiyun's heart like a shard of ice. His soul felt as if it had suffered billions of tons of critical damage.
'Is it my fault?!' he screamed internally, his mind reeling from the injustice.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Zhang Zhiyun is speechless with exasperation. Plundered +9999 Destiny Points!]
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Zhang Zhiyun never expected things to turn out this way.
He had originally broken through to the Heavenly Master Realm, achieved minor mastery of the Yin Corpse Devil Sword, and was confident of being invincible within the Heavenly Human Realm. Land Immortals were already legends, so he believed himself to be an invincible existence.
He had come to Jinxiu Mountain Villa No. 1 Villa with full confidence to seek revenge. He hadn't even encountered Shen An Yu yet, but instead, he had run into two women, two beautiful and powerful women, each stronger than the last.
The Bai Bing who had defeated him before was even stronger now, several times more powerful than when she had defeated him previously, and it had only been a short time.
And the other woman, was she actually a Land Immortal? A Land Immortal not seen in a hundred years??
A Land Immortal had also become Shen An Yu's woman???
[Ding! Child of Destiny Zhang Zhiyun's jealousy explodes. Plundered +9999 Destiny Points!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Zhang Zhiyun questions life. Plundered +66666 Destiny Points!]
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