Chapter 712: Invincible!
"You've been reborn, too, haven't you?"
When Qin Yuan spoke those words, Wu Ming's pupils constricted. A tremor of pure shock shot through his heart.
This Jing River Corpse Fisher, Qin Yuan… was also a reincarnator? No wonder he was able to contact him.
Wu Ming had his suspicions about Qin Yuan's intentions, but he offered no reply. Instead, from the sanctuary of his Immortal Mansion Blessed Land, he extended his Divine Sense. It swept over the area, carefully scanning Qin Yuan's surroundings, searching for any sign that Shen Anyu might suddenly materialize.
Though Wu Ming remained hidden, Qin Yuan distinctly felt the probing gaze from above. A faint, knowing smile touched his lips.
He understood Wu Ming's caution perfectly. After all, having died once already, one learned to be careful. Qin Yuan himself had become far more prudent; otherwise, he would have acted personally during his earlier strike against Shen Anyu, unleashing every trump card at his disposal.
But Qin Yuan refused to believe that Wu Ming harbored no resentment toward Shen Anyu.
If he could just win over Wu Ming—this cultivator who possessed an Immortal Mansion Blessed Land—then dealing with Shen Anyu would become a certainty.
With that thought solidifying his resolve, Qin Yuan stood tall atop Da Di Mountain and let his voice carry, his words weaving a persuasive argument.
"Fellow Daoist Wu Ming, please rest assured. Shen Anyu is completely unaware of my existence."
"I am a very cautious man. The attack on Shen Anyu a few nights ago? I merely dispatched a corpse puppet. Unfortunately, it was a miscalculation, and all my efforts came to nothing."
"But if I can gain the assistance of Fellow Daoist Wu Ming, I am certain we can kill that bastard Shen Anyu."
One second… two seconds… three seconds…
Nearly three minutes passed in utter silence.
Qin Yuan still received no response from Wu Ming. Only that single, unwavering wisp of Divine Sense remained, observing him from its hidden vantage point.
This didn't make Qin Yuan anxious in the slightest. On the contrary, it only strengthened his desire to recruit Wu Ming.
Wu Ming's extreme caution made him the ideal teammate for the Jade Breakers Alliance, a partner in the grand mission to eliminate Shen Anyu. Had he been dealing with a reckless, impulsive fool, Qin Yuan wouldn't have dared to even approach him.
But as he watched the sky begin to lighten on the horizon, Qin Yuan knew he couldn't wait forever. His eyes glinted, and a new plan formed in his mind.
"I've looked into a few things," he called out, his tone taking on a sharper, more insidious edge. "Your beloved Yang Qiuchan has already fallen into the arms of that scoundrel Shen Anyu, yet you are nowhere to be seen. You must have been reborn too, right?"
"Fellow Daoist Wu Ming, are you truly willing to accept this?"
"I've met Yang Qiuchan, you know. She is a wonderful girl—a peerless beauty with a kind heart. For a woman like that to end up in the clutches of that villain Shen Anyu, not just in her past life but in this one as well… can you really stomach it?"
Wu Ming: "..."
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[Ding! The Child of Destiny, Wu Ming, is heartbroken. Plundering +6666 Destiny Value!]
"Oh?" Shen Anyu, who had been enjoying a second round of sleep while snuggled up with Ling Qingcheng, was slightly surprised by the system's sudden notification.
Why would Wu Ming, the poster child for the cautious rebirth genre, suddenly have his heart broken in the middle of the night and gift him a pile of destiny value?
'Did he have a nightmare?'Shen Anyu mused mischievously.'Dreamt of me and his goddess Yang Qiuchan getting together?'
He entertained the thought for a moment before quickly dismissing it. Wu Ming's emotional stability was his fortress; he wouldn't be so easily swayed by negative feelings.
There had to be another reason.
His mind drifted back to Qin Yuan's assassination attempt from not long ago.
Shen Anyu grew thoughtful.
Just then, the beauty lying beside him, who had been feigning sleep, gave him a soft push with a slender, porcelain-white hand.
"What's wrong?" A smile played in Shen Anyu's eyes.
He saw that Ling Qingcheng's exquisitely beautiful face was flushed a deep crimson, as if she were drunk. Her red lips were slightly parted, her breath coming in soft, warm puffs, and her gorgeous eyes seemed to glare at him with a mixture of shame and anger.
"Shen Anyu, you've already recovered. Why aren't you leaving?" President Ling tried desperately to project an air of dignity, but in her current state—looking like a delicate beauty who needed to be held and supported—she possessed no intimidating presence whatsoever.
Earlier, the great actor Shen Anyu had put on a masterful performance, successfully convincing Ling Qingcheng that he had been gravely injured in his battle with Old Qin. She had, in turn, willingly tended to his wounds.
But now, seeing him looking so calm and full of vigor, Ling Qingcheng knew with certainty that his injuries had long since healed.
Shen Anyu's eyes flickered, and he was about to spin another tale.
"Shen Anyu, don't even try to fool me. Your injuries must be healed," Ling Qingcheng huffed.
She was a very smart woman and wouldn't be deceived by him again. A short while ago, Shen Anyu had looked like he was at death's door—his body cold, his face pale, and he had even spat up blood.
But now? In his current state, he looked like he could fight for three thousand rounds straight. He didn't look injured in the slightest.
Most telling of all was his body temperature. It was scorching hot.
At that thought, Ling Qingcheng's pretty face burned an even deeper shade of red.
Shen Anyu rolled over, propping himself up on his hands. His gaze was a burning fire as he looked down at the stunning woman beneath him. The corners of his mouth curled into a wicked smile.
"Then how about I reward you? Thank you, President Ling, for saving my life!"
"Who wants your reward? Bah!" Ling Qingcheng spat, not wanting that kind of reward in the slightest.
But in the next moment, she did not refuse Shen Anyu's subsequent actions.
'Zhang Yaqian, please forgive me,'Ling Qingcheng thought, her gaze fixed on the handsome man above her.'Just this one last time. After dawn, I swear, Shen Anyu and I will have no further contact.'
...
On the other side of the city, atop Da Di Mountain, the morning star hung high in a sky that was steadily brightening.
When Wu Ming heard Qin Yuan's words, a bitter, pained expression twisted his features.
Of course, he was unwilling. The very image of Shen Anyu and Yang Qiuchan together was like a knife twisting in his heart.
Qin Yuan noticed the distinct tremor in Wu Ming's Divine Sense and felt a surge of triumph.
He knew it. Mentioning Yang Qiuchan's name was guaranteed to move Wu Ming. In his previous life, the man had fallen because of her, and in this life, it was clear he still cared deeply.
Qin Yuan felt a flicker of disdain. What was so great about women?
Corpses were far more exquisite—cold, silent, and lifeless. Living people were utterly meaningless.
It was far better to turn them into beautiful, preserved corpses to be admired.
"Fellow Daoist Wu Ming, if you and I join forces, we can surely kill Shen Anyu. When that time comes, I will help you reclaim Yang Qiuchan. How about it?" Qin Yuan cupped his hands toward the sky in a gesture of sincerity.
"Fellow Daoist Wu Ming, you should be well aware of my strength."
"Just the night before last, I sent a single corpse puppet to attack Shen Anyu and left him severely wounded. If you lend your aid, his death is all but guaranteed."
"With our combined power, who in this world could possibly stop us?"
"And if you think our strength is still insufficient, then how about we invite a few more helpers?"
"I have a plan in mind: we will emulate the heroes of old and form the Jade Breakers Alliance! An alliance dedicated to shattering Shen Anyu!"
The Jade Breakers Alliance?
Qin Yuan's proposal stirred something in Wu Ming. He was tempted, but in the end, he still shook his head. His voice, transmitted via Divine Sense, was flat and final.
"I won't participate. When Shen Anyu dies, remember to tell me. I'll dance on his grave to vent my hatred."
Immediately after, Wu Ming retracted his Divine Sense completely.
He had been tempted, truly tempted by the idea of joining the Jade Breakers Alliance, killing Shen Anyu, and taking back Yang Qiuchan.
But Wu Ming still felt it was far too dangerous.
If he died this time, there would be no second chance, no miraculous fortune of rebirth.
It was better to simply outlive them. With his Immortal Mansion Blessed Land, as long as he cultivated cautiously, he was invincible.
Shen Anyu would die sooner or later. Qin Yuan would die sooner or later. Everyone in this world would die sooner or later. But he, cultivating safely within his blessed land, would possess a lifespan of a thousand years, perhaps even more.
As for enemies, there was no need to deal with them personally. He could just wait a hundred years until they died of old age, then go dance on their graves.
Longevity was true invincibility.
This was the highest principle Wu Ming had sworn to live by since his rebirth.
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