Chapter 783: Planning to Rob Shen Anyu's Home?
"Of course, on the surface, no one here should be my opponent," Shen Anyu said, a lazy smile playing on his lips. Susan certainly wouldn't compete with him, and the so-called Child of Destiny had yet to produce anyone stronger. As for the experts from other factions, the few Land Immortals he knew of were leagues below the likes of Bai Bing and Wu Shenyun.
"Smug bastard. Are you proud of yourself?"
"Hmph. In that case, allow me to test your skills!"
Seeing the self-satisfied smirk on Shen Anyu's face, Bai Bing snorted derisively. A blinding torrent of sword light erupted around her, transforming her into a veritable goddess of the sword, commanding a legion of ten thousand blades. The surface of the lake instantly exploded, and countless swords forged from clear water screamed through the air toward Shen Anyu, a dense, sky-blotting barrage.
Above, blades of pure light shimmered; below, swords of churning water lunged. The real and the illusory blurred together, creating a hazy, captivating, and utterly lethal storm.
A flicker of solemnity crossed Wu Shenyun's features. Even she found it difficult to distinguish the feints from the true attacks. The only way to survive would be to block every single one—but how could that possibly be easy?
Shen Anyu, however, merely smiled. His gaze swept over the incoming onslaught, and a majestic wave of psionic power rolled out from him, crushing the water swords and light blades into nothingness.
But he didn't stop there. The violent tide of psionic energy surged onward, slamming into Bai Bing. It didn't harm her, but it did something far more humiliating: it tore her shirt to shreds, leaving only a few tattered scraps of cloth clinging to her form. Her long hair, once bound, was blasted free, scattering wildly in the wind.
One moment, Bai Bing was a tempest of Sword Qi, her power a magnificent rainbow of destruction. The next, she was gasping, her left hand flying up and her right hand dropping down in a desperate attempt to cover herself as she glared daggers at Shen Anyu.
With her reddish-brown hair now a loose cascade around her shoulders, her cold, peerless beauty was on full display. Her eyebrows were sharp and defined, like twin swords. Her striking reddish-brown eyes, high nose bridge, and finely shaped lips created a stunning visage that blended the best of Eastern and Western aesthetics. She was, in every conceivable way, a masterpiece.
Especially now. The shame and fury warring on her face softened the frigid, murderous aura she typically projected, adding a touch of vibrant, captivating charm. It was as if a lofty goddess of the sword, a being who wielded the power of life and death, had been unceremoniously dragged down into the mortal realm.
But those beautiful reddish-brown eyes were now locked onto Shen Anyu, a murderous glint slowly crystallizing within their depths. How could he humiliate her like this in front of Wu Shenyun? Couldn't he have at least waited until they were in private?
Shen Anyu just smiled, determined not to show favoritism. His psionic power surged once more, this time ripping apart Wu Shenyun's already damaged red and gold embroidered dress, revealing the exquisite, alluring figure beneath.
Wu Shenyun was stunned for a heartbeat, but unlike Bai Bing, she made no move to cover herself. Instead, she generously displayed her captivating body for him to see. After all, she had already given him everything. She even purred, her voice a low, teasing drawl.
"Master, are you planning to give in to your bestial desires right here on the lake?"
Shen Anyu very much wanted to, but alas, Bai Bing still needed to cultivate her Dual Cultivation Technique and couldn't engage in such activities until she reached a major breakthrough. If he were to indulge himself with Wu Shenyun right in front of her, Bai Bing would likely explode with rage, accusing him of playing favorites.
"Ahem. How could that be? I am a true gentleman!" Shen Anyu declared, striking a pose of unassailable righteousness.
Bai Bing and Wu Shenyun both rolled their eyes and snorted in cold unison.
"You've both made your moves, and your strengths are comparable. How about we call it a draw?" Shen Anyu suggested with a placating smile.
A draw? Hearing his proposal, Bai Bing and Wu Shenyun exchanged a look, and a silent, tacit understanding passed between them. They both nodded. Their power levels were indeed too close. If they insisted on fighting to determine a winner, it would almost certainly end in mutual destruction.
'With the opportunities from the Main God Reincarnation Game, I'll definitely leave Wu Shenyun in the dust,'Bai Bing thought to herself.'Then, I'll be able to crush her with ease.' The Game, which most reincarnators saw as a death trap they desperately wanted to escape, was, in her eyes, the ultimate training ground.
Meanwhile, Wu Shenyun was thinking along different lines. 'I must cultivate diligently, of course. But I should also cultivate more with Master. That's the fastest way to improve my strength.'A sly glint appeared in her eyes.'The only question is, how do I arrange for more cultivation sessions with him?'
Just as both women were lost in their respective schemes, they suddenly cried out, glaring furiously at Shen Anyu.
In a flash, Shen Anyu had scooped them both up, slinging one over his left shoulder and the other over his right. Finding them too unruly, he delivered a firm slap to each of their rears, the impact sending a distinct jolt through their bodies.
"You're both injured. I'll carry you back," Shen Anyu announced, his expression the very picture of noble concern.
At the same time, he produced two cloaks from his storage ring and swiftly wrapped the disheveled women in them, bundling them up like cocoons.
Both women were peerless powerhouses. How could they possibly tolerate being carried in such an undignified, childish manner? They struggled relentlessly, shouting for him to put them down. But after Shen Anyu administered a few more sharp slaps to their buttocks, their faces flushed crimson, and they fell silent, becoming utterly docile.
For a long moment, Wu Shenyun and Bai Bing both squeezed their eyes shut, their lovely faces burning with humiliation. They felt they had lost all face in front of each other and couldn't bear to look at anyone.
A hint of a smile touched Shen Anyu's eyes. This was all part of his plan. If these two fought every day, he wouldn't have the time to constantly mediate. The best solution was to make them friends.
And how does one make two proud rivals friends? The first step was to shatter their sense of shame, to make them lose all face in front of each other, together.
This was only the beginning; it was far from enough. The corner of Shen Anyu's mouth curved into a playful arc.
'So you want to fight to the death, do you? You want to end in mutual destruction? Looks like you both need a proper lesson.'
Besides, there was a little mouse that had secretly snuck into Villa No. 1. It also needed to be dealt with.
Carrying the two women on his shoulders, Shen Anyu moved like a bolt of lightning, swiftly returning to Jinxiu Mountain Villa.
The lake, which had just witnessed a world-shaking battle, grew calm once more. The torrential rain gradually subsided, as if nothing had ever happened.
Even Land Immortals could influence the weather, but they couldn't enact any permanent change upon nature. Perhaps that was a feat only achievable by true immortals.
At the same time, on the other side of the villa complex.
"What a magnificent opportunity! A gift from the heavens!"
Qin Yuan, who had been lurking around the Jinxiu Mountain Villa residential area for days, desperate to reclaim his storage ring and the Xiantian Spirit Corpse, Yaoyao, was ecstatic. He had just found the perfect opening.
Inside Villa No. 1, Bai Bing was gone. Wu Shenyun was gone. Even Shen Anyu himself was gone. There were no longer any experts present who could stop him; it would be difficult for anyone to even detect his presence.
During the battle against the Southern Border Witch God Sect, Qin Yuan had lost far too much.
His crucial storage ring was taken by Shen Anyu. The Xiantian Spirit Corpse, Yaoyao—whom he considered both his trump card and his Dao companion—was taken by Shen Anyu. Even his physical body had been destroyed, forcing him to possess a new one, which had greatly diminished his strength.
He desperately wanted to reclaim what was his, but he was no match for Shen Anyu. He was even wary of Wu Shenyun, a Land Immortal. And while Shen Anyu often left the villa, Wu Shenyun rarely did.
This was a heaven-sent opportunity, perhaps the only one he would ever get. Qin Yuan seized it without a moment's hesitation.
But what he didn't expect was that after stealthily infiltrating the villa and searching every corner, he couldn't find his storage ring or the bronze coffin. He couldn't even sense their aura.
[Ding! The Child of Destiny, Qin Yuan, has exerted himself for nothing. Plundering +9999 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! The Child of Destiny, Qin Yuan, is fraught with anxiety. Plundering +9999 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! The Child of Destiny, Qin Yuan, is lost and unwilling to accept his failure. Plundering +9999 Destiny Value!]
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