Chapter 738: Even the Southern Border Goddess Must Bow Her Head
Shen Anyu felt the connection hum within his soul—the Divine-Grade Master-Servant Contract was still active.
Even if Bai Bing were to perish within the treacherous confines of the Main God Reincarnation Game, her soul would not simply scatter to the winds. Instead, it would be drawn back to him. As long as he, her master, lived, a wisp of her true spirit would remain anchored within the contract, safe within his grasp.
Suddenly, a flicker of surprise crossed his features, and he narrowed his eyes. 'Now this... is interesting.'
He had just detected that his supernatural skill, Love Infinite Teleportation, remained usable. With a single thought, he could instantly cross any distance and appear at Bai Bing's side.
This meant there was no temporal boundary separating them, only a spatial one. Love Infinite Teleport could bridge any gulf in space to reach a Destined Heroine or Daughter of Destiny with a favorability of ninety or higher, but it could not traverse the river of time.
If he so chose, he could even follow her into the trial plane of the Main God Reincarnation Game itself.
'Still... I won't go. Not yet.' Shen Anyu considered it for a moment before dismissing the idea with a slight shake of his head.
His God-Level Perception was screaming at him, a frantic premonition of unpredictable danger—a great and terrible peril awaited him there.
He surmised that the entity lurking behind the Main God Reincarnation Game would almost certainly become aware of his intrusion. He couldn't simply sneak in, not while his current strength was insufficient.
Once his power grew more formidable, however, a visit was definitely in order.
'Judging by the standards of the infinite-flow Main God spaces from the novels of my past life, this 'Reincarnation Game'must operate on an exceptionally high level—far beyond what I can currently access.''But through Bai Bing, this villainess, I've already planted a chess piece. Now, I can slowly make my move.' A patient smile touched his lips. There was no need to rush; rushing would be useless anyway.
"Yun Slave, come massage my feet," Shen Anyu commanded, his tone casual, as if asking for a cup of tea.
Across the cabin, Wu Shenyun was cultivating cross-legged. At his words, her phoenix eyes snapped open, a glacial fire burning within them as she glared at him.
"What? Unwilling?" Shen Anyu met her gaze with a lazy, half-smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Yes... Master," Wu Shenyun ground out, the words tasting like ash in her mouth.
'Shen Anyu... this humiliation... I, Wu Shenyun, swear I will repay it! One day, I will make you massage my feet. Not ten times—a hundred times! A thousand times!'
She seethed inwardly, but her body, bound by the contract, was impeccably obedient.
The noble and beautiful Southern Border Goddess, a figure revered throughout Southern Xinjiang, rose gracefully. She moved to Shen Anyu's side and knelt before him. With practiced, if reluctant, movements, she placed his feet upon her lap, removed his shoes, and began her task.
Her hands, as pale and perfect as white jade, began to knead the soles of his feet. The pressure steadily increased, a silent rebellion channeled through her fingertips.
"Too light," the First Young Master criticized leisurely, his eyes closed in mock enjoyment. "Use more force. Didn't you eat?"
Damn him! A storm of rage surged through Wu Shenyun, threatening to shatter the cold mask she wore. Her force intensified dramatically.
The pressure became immense, enough to crush tungsten-steel alloy into fine dust.
Yet Shen Anyu's handsome face remained placid, a faint, infuriating smile playing on his lips. He was completely unmoved.
Wu Shenyun's hands froze, her mind reeling in astonishment. 'How is this possible? He isn't circulating any Martial Path True Essence or internal strength... Is he withstanding this purely with his physical body? How can his defense be so terrifying?'
She had fought Shen Anyu before and been swiftly subdued; she knew the depths of his power. But she had never imagined his physical resilience was this monstrous. To resist her full-strength grip without even flexing a muscle... it was inhuman.
A soft, resentful snort escaped her. 'Hmph. So his strength is impressive. But I will surpass him one day. I will defeat him, make him kneel, and force him to call me Master.'
Shen Anyu, for his part, simply leaned back in his chair, thoroughly enjoying the service of the noble Southern Border Goddess. He gazed out the window at the sea of clouds flowing past, a deep sense of satisfaction settling over him.
Several hours later, the private jet descended, having traveled from Hangzhou to the city nearest the Shaman God Cult's main altar in Southern Xinjiang.
"Yun Slave, you will go to meet this 'Qin Yuan.' I will protect you from the shadows," Shen Anyu instructed as they prepared to disembark. "Remember, do not reveal your Land Immortal cultivation. Restrain your power and display only the strength of a Heavenly Human."
Rats that scurried in the dark were naturally cautious. Shen Anyu had no intention of scaring his target away, especially if it was indeed Qin Yuan.
A cold sneer formed in his thoughts. That Child of Destiny, Qin Yuan, was proving to be remarkably careful.
He had already sent corpse puppets to ambush him once, clearly unwilling to risk a direct confrontation. If not for the Destiny Plunder System confirming the transfer of destiny value, Shen Anyu might still be in the dark about his assailant's identity.
Shen Anyu planned to remain hidden near Wu Shenyun, observing everything through his Super-Nanometer Monitoring Robots. Besides, with Love Infinite Teleport, he could be at her side in an instant if needed.
Wu Shenyun offered no objection, simply nodding her assent. Though she didn't understand his reasons for having her conceal her true strength, she didn't press the matter. She was a smart woman; she knew when not to ask questions.
Subsequently, Wu Shenyun returned to the headquarters of the Shaman God Cult. She met with her key subordinates, swiftly handled several pressing matters, and then gave the order to prepare a grand welcome for Qin Yuan's arrival.
The main hall of the altar was soon adorned with lanterns and festive banners. The cult's most powerful experts stood in two respectful lines, forming a path to await the guest of honor.
Wu Shenyun herself, now clad in a complex and luxurious red gown befitting her station, leaned against the main seat of the hall. She propped her chin on one hand, her expression a mask of cold, regal indifference.
An hour passed. Then two. Then five. The moon climbed high into the sky, and midnight came and went. Still, there was no sign of Qin Yuan.
"Honored Master," one of the cult experts standing beside her finally broke the silence, his voice thick with indignation. "This person is far too rude! He sent a formal request for an audience, and now he fails to appear."
To make their Honored Master, the revered Southern Border Goddess, wait like this? It was an insult.
Wu Shenyun's expression remained glacial. "Since he is not coming," she said calmly, "dismiss everyone."
"Yes, Honored Master!"
With a light wave of her jade-like hand, the assembled experts bowed and respectfully retreated, leaving the hall empty.
Only then did Wu Shenyun's delicate brows furrow in a slight frown. A soft, cold snort escaped her lips before she settled into a cross-legged position on the main seat, closed her eyes, and began to meditate.
Shen Anyu, concealed nearby, watched with equal patience. The waiting game did not bother him.
Another two and a half hours crawled by. Suddenly, Wu Shenyun's eyes snapped open, her phoenix-like gaze as sharp as a blade. "Who's there?"
Her palm, seemingly imbued with a divine and demonic power, lashed out. It was a simple, almost casual strike, yet it shattered the very air, unleashing an astonishing wave of force that blasted toward an empty patch of shadow, as if intending to tear a hole in the world itself.
The next moment, a figure materialized from the darkness, shattering her attack with a casual gesture. A hearty laugh filled the hall. "As expected of the Southern Border Goddess. You truly live up to your reputation. Such power is already infinitesimally close to the world of a Land Immortal."
"Hiding your head and showing your tail, skulking in the shadows like a rat. You are clearly no decent person," Wu Shenyun retorted coldly. With a flick of her wrist, a jade flute appeared in her hand. She brought it to her lips, and a melodious, ethereal tune filled the air—a heavenly melody that concealed a potent mental assault.
The newcomer's expression remained serene. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back as a faint golden shield materialized around him, effortlessly repelling the psychic assault. "Southern Border Goddess, your strength has exceeded my expectations," he said, his voice calm. "But you are not yet a Land Immortal. You are no match for a true one."
Wu Shenyun's phoenix eyes narrowed, scrutinizing the intruder. He was dressed in a simple green robe and appeared to be a man in his forties, with a mature and refined bearing. Yet his expression was unnervingly stiff. He seemed to be smiling, but it was a forced, unnatural grin that sent a chill down one's spine.
'Another corpse puppet,'Shen Anyu sneered from his hiding place.'It's just as I thought—the Child of Destiny, Qin Yuan.'A predatory glint entered his eyes.'This time, I'll make sure I catch your tail.'
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