Chapter 624: Zhang Zhiyun's Dao Heart is Broken and He Turns Completely Evil!
"How did you two get together?"
Brother Shen's voice came through the phone, and Xiao Lin gently bit her lower lip, a blush appearing on her bright, pretty face.
She could never forget that day when she was captured by the Wan Fa Sect's Protector, the One-Eyed Old Man, and trapped in the basement, where he shamelessly used dirty tricks. With insufficient self-control, she proactively pounced on An Yu, who had abundant self-control.
It would be too embarrassing to talk about such a thing, wouldn't it?
Xiao Lin hummed a few times and said,
"An Yu, don't play dumb. In short, my being with you definitely wasn't because of some conspiracy; it was my initiative, alright?"
With that, Xiao Lin hung up the phone directly, her cheeks burning.
[Ding! The Child of Destiny, Zhang Zhiyun, was struck by lightning, plundering +9999 destiny value!]
What? It was Xiao Lin's initiative??
Zhang Zhiyun's expression twisted into a grotesque mask of disbelief; his composure had completely shattered. The carefully constructed walls around his sanity crumbled into dust. The truth was a sledgehammer to his soul.
Between An Yu and Xiao Lin, it was actually Xiao Lin who made the first move? The woman he had placed on a pedestal, the woman he saw as a pure, innocent victim… had willingly thrown herself at his most hated enemy? The thought was acid in his veins.
At this moment, Zhang Yaqian had pieced together the situation. Her starry eyes gave Shen Anyu a reproachful, almost playful look, her thoughts racing.
'My husband must have pulled some strings, some clever trick to charm her… but there's nothing I can do about it. Who told me I've already fallen hopelessly in love with him?'
Thinking this, Zhang Yaqian looked at Shen Anyu timidly, her head bowed low, her face a perfect portrait of pitiful vulnerability.
"Husband, will you abandon me?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Will you be like Zhao Tao, ungrateful and heartless, abandoning your ex-girlfriend after using her?"
"Of course not," Shen Anyu said with absolute certainty, his voice a calm, steady anchor in the swirling emotional storm.
Although he was far from a good man, he didn't have the habit of discarding his women. As long as they didn't betray him, he would pamper and protect them for a lifetime.
"That's enough." Shen Anyu's unhesitating and affirmative reply was like the sun breaking through the clouds. Joy instantly bloomed on Zhang Yaqian's pure and beautiful little face, and the tension in her brows relaxed. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with devotion. "Husband, Zhang Yaqian won't leave you either."
"Little sister, you… you… you're confused! Shen Anyu is also a scumbag!" Zhang Zhiyun was utterly dumbfounded, simply unable to process what he had just heard. His sister was defending this monster? She was choosing him?
She knew. She clearly knew that Shen Anyu had a harem of women, yet she still insisted on being with him?
After a brief, terrifying moment of blank incomprehension, Zhang Zhiyun's mind caught up, and raw fury erupted. His face flushed a dangerous, apoplectic red, the blood vessels in his brain threatening to burst as his blood pressure soared into the stratosphere.
"Zhang Yaqian, wake up!" he roared, his voice cracking with desperation and rage. "Shen Anyu is just like your former fiancé, Zhao Tao; neither of them are good men!"
Zhang Yaqian, however, turned to face her brother, her expression uncharacteristically serious.
"I know all this," she said, her voice firm. "But my body and my heart have already been given to Brother Shen. No matter what, I will be with him."
What? Her body and heart given to Shen Anyu?
The words struck Zhang Zhiyun like a physical blow, knocking the air from his lungs. He stared blankly at Zhang Yaqian's pure, beautiful, palm-sized face. His gaze, almost unconsciously, drifted to the space between her eyebrows—her glabella.
His pupils contracted violently, shaking as if from a seismic shock.
He saw it. The faint, ethereal glow of her primal essence… was gone. Dispersed. It was the obvious sign that she was no longer pure and untainted. Between her clear and lively brows, there was now a subtle, magnetic charm—the unmistakable bloom of a woman who had just tasted the intimacy of marriage.
"Ahhh, Shen Anyu, I'm going to kill you!!!"
A guttural, animalistic scream tore from Zhang Zhiyun's throat. His eyes turned completely bloodshot, every capillary bursting. The final, frayed string of reason in his mind snapped with a deafening report.
[Ding! The Child of Destiny, Zhang Zhiyun's secondary emotional line has completely collapsed, plundering +500,000 destiny value!]
At this moment, Zhang Zhiyun was no longer a man; he was a vessel of pure, unadulterated madness. He thrashed, trying to get up and fight Shen Anyu to the death.
His fiancée, Xiao Lin, the woman he fell in love with at first sight, was snatched away by Shen Anyu and became Shen Anyu's woman.
His younger sister, Zhang Yaqian, the last bastion of purity and innocence in his heart, the one he swore to protect… had also become Shen Anyu's woman.
Even though Zhang Zhiyun now knew that both Xiao Lin and Zhang Yaqian were willing participants, it didn't matter. The knowledge only poured gasoline on the inferno of his hatred. If he didn't kill Shen Anyu, his thoughts would never be clear again. His Dao would be shattered forever.
Even if he had to become a vengeful ghost, he would drag Shen Anyu down to the deepest pits of hell with him!
A swirling, viscous blood mist erupted from Zhang Zhiyun's body, enveloping him in a crimson shroud. The Yin Corpse Devil Swordplay, fueled by the explosive potential of a cornered Child of Destiny, was forcibly mastered, instantly reaching the grand completion stage. His cultivation, too, began to skyrocket, shattering its previous limits. The barrier of the Early Stage Heavenly Master realm was obliterated.
Mid-stage Heavenly Master!
A sickening series of cracks and pops erupted from deep within Zhang Zhiyun's body as his bones and meridians were violently reforged by the demonic power. The blood mist surged and roiled, thick and suffocating, coalescing into the image of a demon god descending upon the mortal world. It spread rapidly, blanketing the entire courtyard of Jinxiu Mountain Villa No. 1.
Bai Bing and Wu Shenyun, who were watching from a distance, both felt their expressions shift. Zhang Zhiyun's aura had suddenly soared, becoming several times more powerful and menacing than it had been just moments before. This was a true life-or-death gambit.
Zhang Yaqian, who had no cultivation, turned deathly pale with fright. Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, but she still planted her feet firmly in front of Shen Anyu, a fragile shield against the demonic storm, even as her vision swam and she felt herself on the verge of fainting.
And that wasn't all!
The next moment, blood-colored flames ignited around Zhang Zhiyun's body, hissing and crackling as his own vital blood sizzled away as fuel. He was actually using a forbidden secret technique, burning his very life force to forcibly enhance his strength, heedless of the endless, crippling repercussions that would follow.
"Shen Anyu, die for me!"
Zhang Zhiyun's expression was a rictus of complete insanity. He locked his gaze, filled with an extreme, soul-deep hatred, onto Shen Anyu and prepared to charge.
He was a vengeful demon god clawing its way back from the depths of Hell!
The next moment!
He lunged forward. But his body didn't move. He couldn't get up…
The insane expression on Zhang Zhiyun's face froze, replaced by a flicker of confusion.
"Shen Anyu, die for me!!"
Zhang Zhiyun roared furiously, his voice raw and desperate. He struggled again, pouring every ounce of his newfound, blood-fueled power into breaking free from the invisible suppression to continue his charge at Shen Anyu.
He lunged again. He still couldn't get up…
The expressions on the faces of Zhang Yaqian, Wu Shenyun, and Bai Bing became a bit strange, a mixture of shock and morbid curiosity.
"Ahhhh, Shen Anyu, die!!!"
Zhang Zhiyun roared, his voice filled with manic frustration. He lunged a third time.
The third charge also failed. He was pressed flat to the ground like a dead dog, an immense, unseen weight crushing every inch of his body.
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Shen Anyu, die for me!!!"
Zhang Zhiyun roared repeatedly, thrashing and lunging again and again. Yet each time, he was relentlessly suppressed to the ground by Shen Anyu's telekinesis, as helpless as Sun Wukong trapped beneath the Five-Finger Mountain, completely unable to break free.
'My wretched master's strength… it's grown even stronger!' Bai Bing watched, her beautiful eyes fixed on Shen Anyu with a strange light. After Zhang Zhiyun's desperate power-up, his cultivation had advanced tremendously. He had even burned his vital blood to fuel his rage. His current strength was explosive, so much so that she herself might not be his match. And yet, this terrifying power was effortlessly pinned to the ground by Shen Anyu, unable to move no matter how much it struggled.
'When he fought me before, he hadn't even used his full strength? Why is this man so strong?' Wu Shenyun's phoenix eyes were also locked on Shen Anyu. Gazing at his handsome and heroic profile, she felt an odd warmth spread through her. Her legs, hidden beneath the elaborate red dress, rubbed together lightly, and her jade-like face flushed with a deep crimson. Was this the master she was destined to kneel to for a lifetime? The master who had made her his Yun Nu? The Southern Border Goddess, a woman of immense ambition who could swallow a thousand miles like a tiger, felt her entire body go numb and tingly, her mind involuntarily replaying the countless intimate scenes that had occurred in the dreamscape.
'Is my husband a god descended from heaven? Such incredible strength?' Zhang Yaqian's beautiful eyes widened, staring at the scene before her in utter disbelief. She could feel the power radiating from her brother, but it couldn't even touch the man beside her.
At this moment, Zhang Zhiyun's body was surrounded by a surging blood mist, a horrifying spectacle like a demon god clawing its way out of Hell. With Zhang Zhiyun's violent movements, the solid ground beneath him directly tore apart, revealing dense, spiderweb-like cracks that spread out in all directions, their depths shrouded in shadow. Violent booming sounds echoed in the air, sonic booms exploding with each of Zhang Zhiyun's futile charges. Especially those blood mists—they carried an extremely terrifying corrosive force, eating away at the ground and instantly creating a pit tens of meters deep. The towering camphor trees, seven or eight meters tall, withered in an instant, their leaves turning to ash.
But the rolling blood mist that spread towards Shen Anyu and Zhang Yaqian strangely stopped three meters away from them, hitting an invisible wall, unable to advance a single inch!
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