Chapter 626: A New Little Sister?
Zhang Zhiyun was being monitored by a nanometer monitoring robot. Shen Anyu possessed Zhang Zhiyun's fresh blood, allowing him to remotely cast the God-level Blood Curse Technique. Furthermore, the Yin Corpse Devil Swordplay and the Yin Corpse Devil Sword Embryo given to Zhang Zhiyun both contained hidden tricks and traps. The Yin Corpse Devil Sword, which was Zhang Zhiyun's capital for turning the tables, was actually being manipulated by Shen Anyu from behind the scenes. In such a situation, even if Zhang Zhiyun could still make a comeback, Shen Anyu still had the Supernatural Skill Love Infinite Teleport to instantly escape. As for other things like the Steel Body, Soul Ring, and Resurrection Stone...
Young Master Shen has too many cards!
You might think he only has one Ace, but in reality, he holds two Jokers and four Twos, and he even knows all of his opponent's hole cards.
Just then, Zhang Yaqian's sweet and clear voice suddenly rang out, soft as a spring breeze, yet carrying a shy tremor that betrayed her inner thoughts.
"Husband, I want to treat your injuries."
"Huh?"
Shen Anyu was startled. 'Treat his injuries?' He was perfectly fine, brimming with more energy than ever.
He looked down at Zhang Yaqian. Her face, small enough to fit in his palm, was pure and heart-stoppingly beautiful. At this moment, it was flushed a deep, alluring crimson from her neck all the way to the delicate tips of her ears. Her intentions were as clear as day, and a mischievous chuckle escaped his lips as he instantly understood her meaning.
"My injuries have recovered, Husband, no need for treatment."
Zhang Yaqian rolled her beautiful eyes at him, a flicker of playful annoyance in their depths. She knew perfectly well that he was overflowing with vitality, his aura powerful and steady. He didn't look injured in the slightest. How could dealing with a petty Evil Artificer True Person like Tanaka Hikaru possibly leave a scratch on a man like Shen Anyu?
But what could she do? Her body, her heart, her very soul had been utterly captivated and deceived by this charming rogue.
'Cunning, far too cunning. Yaqian has been completely fooled by you,' Zhang Yaqian thought, lightly biting her plush, pink lower lip. Her stunning eyes gazed up at Shen Anyu, a captivating mixture of feigned anger and genuine delight swirling within them. The look was a silent confession, her gaze flowing with an affection so deep it was practically tangible.
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine Zhang Yaqian's favorability +3, plundered +9000 destiny value!]
"Haha, the cunning Big Bad Wolf is about to eat Little Red Riding Hood!" Shen Anyu let out a low, sinister cackle that vibrated through the room, his eyes glinting with predatory amusement.
Zhang Yaqian's gaze shifted away for a moment, a hint of bashfulness in the movement, before she pursed her lower lip, her heart completely and utterly willing.
Afterward, Shen Anyu gave a simple instruction to the servants who were still trembling in the corners of the property. Their faces were pale with lingering fear as they scurried out to clean up the ruins of the battlefield in the villa courtyard. The once-pristine gardens were now a chaotic mess of scorched earth, shattered stone, and splintered wood.
After repeated battles, the Jinxiu Mountain Villa No. 1 was significantly damaged, its facade scarred and its grounds torn asunder. But Shen Anyu couldn't care less. A single phone call was all it would take for a team to descend and restore it to its former glory. Material possessions were fleeting and easily replaced.
With the cleanup underway, Shen Anyu led the bashful Zhang Yaqian, whose head was bowed so low her chin nearly touched her chest, into the main villa.
Rumble!
As if on cue, the heavens split open. A jagged fork of lightning illuminated the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder that shook the very foundations of the villa. The drizzle that had been falling intensified in an instant, and a torrential downpour began to fall like a solid, roaring waterfall from the sky.
While Young Master Shen was inside the luxurious villa, about to enjoy the soft jade and warm fragrance in his arms, the world outside was a tempest of cold and misery. On the other side of the estate wall, Zhang Zhiyun lay sprawled by the roadside, a broken figure in the mud. His face was ashen, his designer clothes were soaked through and caked with filth, and he looked utterly wretched. Where was the arrogant, youthful vigor he had displayed when he kicked down the door and invaded the villa just a short while ago?
He had lost. Utterly, completely, and humiliatingly defeated.
He was crushed not only in love, his fiancée and sister both stolen from him, but also in terms of raw strength by Shen Anyu. The gap between them was not a chasm; it was an entire dimension.
Raindrops the size of soybeans hammered down on him, relentless and punishing. They beat against his skin, causing his body temperature to plummet sharply. But this physical cold was nothing, a mere flicker compared to the soul-deep, glacial chill that had frozen his heart solid.
What did he have left? What could he possibly use to fight Shen Anyu?
He had been crushed in every conceivable aspect. His background, his power, his women, his pride... all of it had been ground into dust beneath Shen Anyu's heel.
"No... no, I still have a trump card... I still have a trump card for a comeback..." Zhang Zhiyun's voice was a ragged whisper against the roar of the rain.
He scrambled to his feet, his movements clumsy and desperate. A flicker of something, a last ember of hope, had ignited in the depths of his despair. His handsome face, once a source of pride, twisted into a mask of hysterical madness.
"As long as I pick up that sword... Yes! As long as I pick up that sword and successfully refine it, I will definitely be able to kill Shen Anyu! I will definitely take Yaqian and Xiao Lin back! I can do it!" he roared into the storm, his voice cracking with a mix of insanity and conviction.
A moment later, the manic energy drained from him, replaced by a wave of sickening dread. "No... I can't. That is a Devil Sword..."
A look of intense, agonizing struggle flashed across Zhang Zhiyun's face. If he picked up the Yin Corpse Devil Sword Embryo, there would be no turning back. The path of a devil cultivator was paved with blood and sin. The refinement process required a sacrifice—he would need to use his closest and most beloved people to forge the ultimate weapon.
He might even have to kill his little sister, Zhang Yaqian!
A cruel, mocking voice whispered in his mind. "Heh heh, little sister? Your 'little sister' is already Shen Anyu's woman. She no longer recognizes you, you pathetic fool..."
"But she is my little sister!" he screamed, clutching his head as if to tear the thoughts out.
"Kill... kill them all... They betrayed you. They deserve to die..."
Zhang Zhiyun's expression contorted violently, shifting between agonized hesitation and a towering, murderous Evil Qi.
Scenes flashed before his eyes like a macabre, revolving lantern. He saw Shen Anyu holding his fiancée, Ji Xiaolin, their intimacy a blade twisting in his gut. He saw his little sister, Zhang Yaqian, holding Shen Anyu's arm, her sweet smile a poison to his soul. The carousel of images finally shuddered to a halt, settling on the most recent, most humiliating memory: Shen Anyu, standing over him, that infuriatingly calm smile on his face as he looked down as if at an ant, before casually tossing him out beyond the wall with a dismissive wave of his hand.
"Revenge..." The word was a venomous hiss. "Only by doing this can I get revenge. Kill... I must kill Shen Anyu..."
All rationality shattered. Distortion and ferocity surged across Zhang Zhiyun's face, a tidal wave of pure hatred. His eyes burned a hellish blood-red, his demonic intent so profound it seemed to stain the very air around him.
The demonic intent completely overwhelmed his reason. Zhang Zhiyun began to move, stumbling with every step, his body lurching forward like a walking corpse animated by pure malice. He was heading toward the Underwater Cave where the Yin Corpse Devil Sword Embryo lay hidden, waiting to claim its new master.
'Zhang Zhiyun, I look forward to your performance.' Shen Anyu, witnessing this entire descent into madness through the nanometer monitoring robot, felt the corner of his mouth curve into a cold, predatory smile.
"Husband... am I beautiful?"
Just then, a timid voice, soft and trembling, pulled him from his thoughts.
Shen Anyu looked up. The icy calculation in his eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a gentle, appreciative warmth. A genuine smile bloomed on his handsome face.
"Absolutely beautiful!"
Zhang Yaqian stood before him, having shyly changed into a set of black lace sheer clothing. The delicate, intricate fabric did more to accentuate than conceal, clinging to her perfect curves and hinting at the flawless skin beneath. This was the First Young Miss of Hangzhou, a girl who usually carried herself with the pure, noble grace of an Elf Princess. But now, with her face flushed a delicate rose and her brow holding an astonishingly seductive charm, she was an entirely different creature—a breathtaking fusion of innocence and temptation.
If a photo were taken of her at this moment and spread online, it would likely cause a sensation in Hangzhou, or even across the entire world.
She was both pure and utterly seductive.
"Since... since I'm beautiful, Husband, why are you still standing there... and not coming over?" Zhang Yaqian's voice trembled, a mix of nervousness and daring in her tone.
"I'm severely wounded, I can't walk," Shen Anyu chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned back languidly.
'Husband is so cunning!' Zhang Yaqian thought, but her pretty face immediately filled with theatrical anxiety and worry. She quickly scurried over to his side, her movements a flurry of silken fabric and sweet perfume.
"Oh dear, then Yaqian will help treat Husband, okay?"
The girl's anxious and worried appearance was so genuine, so heartfelt, that it was highly emotionally infectious.
Shen Anyu sighed internally. He was beginning to realize that the prettier a woman was, the more adept she was at deceiving people.
What else could Young Master Shen do? He could only graciously submit to Doctor Zhang Yaqian's thorough and attentive treatment.
Early the next morning, Shen Anyu appeared in the restaurant of Villa Number One, looking refreshed and radiating a vibrant energy.
"Morning," Shen Anyu greeted Bai Bing and Wu Shenyun with a bright, easy smile.
"Heh."
"Hmph."
Bai Bing and Wu Shenyun both simultaneously snorted coldly, each giving Shen Anyu a sharp, accusatory glare before turning their heads away in perfect, synchronized disdain.
"Good morning, Husband," a sweet voice chirped. Zhang Yaqian walked over, positively radiant and glowing with a newfound vitality, a blissful smile gracing her lips.
"My Yaqian is the sweetest." Shen Anyu smiled, taking Zhang Yaqian's small, delicate hand and pulling her into the seat beside him.
'Green tea!' Bai Bing glared sideways at Zhang Yaqian, her eyes narrowed into slits.
[Akarin's Note: "Tea-like" (茶里茶气, chá lǐ chá qì) is a modern Chinese internet slang for a "green tea bitch" (绿茶婊). It describes someone, usually a woman, who presents a pure, innocent, and harmless facade while being manipulative, calculating, and passive-aggressive, especially when competing for male attention.]
'Little slut!' Wu Shenyun cursed bitterly in her thoughts, gripping her chopsticks so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Given the immense strength of the two women, even if the villa's soundproofing was top-notch, it was utterly useless. They had heard everything last night, and the sounds had echoed in their minds, fueling their irritation.
"Husband, are we having dumplings this morning? That's wonderful, Yaqian loves dumplings," Zhang Yaqian said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Especially dumplings with vinegar. Oh dear," she feigned a small gasp, holding up the vinegar bottle in her hand. "I poured too much, the vinegar smell is so strong~"
She looked down with a timid expression, as if she had made a terrible mistake, her eyes shifting about innocently as she spoke in a soft, demure tone.
Bai Bing: "..."
Wu Shenyun: "..."
Shen Anyu simply raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Next, Zhang Yaqian began to sweetly feed Shen Anyu piece by piece, completely and utterly ignoring the dagger-like stares being fired at her from Bai Bing and Wu Shenyun across the table.
"What a coincidence, is this the new little sister?"
Zhong Lingyin, having just returned home, happened to walk in on this very scene. Her sharp eyes took in the tableau—Shen Anyu's smug satisfaction, the other two women's silent fury, and Zhang Yaqian's picture-perfect innocent act. A look of sly, knowing cunning appeared between her delicate eyebrows and eyes as she smiled.
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