Chapter 845: Chen Yuhua Takes Action!
Having fully unleashed the Supreme Pure Yang Holy Body, Shen Anyu radiated a suffocating wave of intense heat. Vigorous Yang energy rolled off his skin in visible ripples, illuminating him like a blazing sun descended to earth. He stood amidst the devastation, still carrying the residual, world-shattering might of the punch that had just obliterated Qinghong Old Monster. His presence was absolute, suffocatingly domineering.
"When men are handling business, women should talk less," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "The other way around is more like it."
He took a slow step forward. "Are you teaching me how to do things? Say one more word, and I'll make you cry..."
The threat hung heavily in the air. Make you cry...
Those words echoed relentlessly through Chen Yuhua's mind, causing her to freeze mid-breath. She stared at him, her usually placid expression cracking into genuine astonishment.
Someone actually dared to speak to her like that? To address the reincarnation of the Rinyue Celestial Venerable with such brazen disrespect?
Whether in her past life reigning over the cosmos or in her current incarnation, she had always been a Heaven's Favored Daughter. Those who crossed her path offered only reverence, adoration, or absolute terror. No one had ever dared to treat her with such flippant condescension. Yet here, after she had offered a rare, well-intentioned warning, this man had the audacity to call her talkative?
[Ding! Daughter of Destiny Chen Yuhua is utterly stunned. Plundering +29,999 destiny value!]
"Brother Shen is too bold..." Lin Qingqing shrank back, her shoulders trembling like a frightened quail. She knew her master better than anyone. Chen Yuhua did not possess a forgiving temper.
Just days ago, a group of street hooligans had made the mistake of offending them. With a mere flick of her jade-like finger, Chen Yuhua had reduced them to fine ash, erasing their existence without a single flicker of emotion. When a Celestial Venerable's wrath was provoked, leaving corpses strewn across a thousand miles was considered a mere trifle.
Nearby, Liu Ruyan, Zhong Lingyin, and Murong Jieyu exchanged uneasy glances. The atmosphere had grown dangerously taut, and none of them dared to step forward to defuse the brewing storm.
A split second later, Lin Qingqing gasped as she saw her master move.
"Master, don't be impulsive!" Qingqing cried out, her voice cracking in panic. "Brother Shen didn't mean it! Please don't kill him!"
Ignoring the plea, Chen Yuhua raised her right hand. Her skin, pale and flawless as mutton-fat jade, caught the ambient light before she thrust her palm fiercely toward Shen Anyu.
Boom!
The void itself seemed to groan. A gigantic, luminous white hand, easily ten feet across, materialized out of thin air. It crashed downward with apocalyptic force, mirroring the ancient myths of Guangcheng Celestial Venerable bringing the Fan Tian Seal down upon Buzhou Mountain. The sheer pressure threatened to invert heaven and earth, sending a shockwave of deep dread through the onlookers.
Yet, Shen Anyu did not flinch. He stood perfectly still, his dark eyes calmly tracking the descending strike.
The colossal white palm slammed down with devastating momentum—but it did not strike him. Instead, it crashed into the earth a mere three feet to his front left. The bluestone floor instantly dissolved. The strike penetrated more than ten feet deep into the bedrock, yet the power was so masterfully condensed that not a single shard of stone flew outward. Not even a speck of dust rose into the air.
Cold sweat beaded on the foreheads of Lin Qingqing, Liu Ruyan, and the others. The sheer destructive force of that single palm was in no way inferior to the full might of Qinghong Old Monster. Had it actually struck Shen Anyu, there would have been nothing left to bury.
Shen Anyu's eyes narrowed in quiet appreciation. He could read the terrifying compression of energy within that crater. As expected of a reincarnated Celestial Venerable. Even restricted to the twelfth level of the Qi Refining Stage, her absolute mastery over spiritual power eclipsed that of the centuries-old Qinghong.
If Chen Yuhua had been the one fighting the old monster, it would have been a one-sided slaughter.
But she wasn't finished.
Raising her hand again, Yuhua delivered a rapid succession of strikes against the ground surrounding Anyu. The earth silently pulverized into fine powder with every impact, forming a ring of deep craters around him.
Yet, not a single hair on his head was harmed.
'Master, please stop hitting things! You aren't going to kill anyone at this rate...'Qingqing thought, biting her lip to keep quiet, terrified of drawing her master's ire.'Is this... a petty quarrel between a young couple?'Liu Ruyan's charming, foxy eyes curved into crescents. Her initial terror melted into mischievous amusement. She had genuinely believed the woman was going to brutally murder her man, but was this elaborate display really the extent of her wrath?'Is Brother Shen involved with this older sister too?'Zhong Lingyin muttered internally, her gaze shifting between the two.'He is perfect in every way, except he's far too much of a playboy.'Murong Jieyu bit her lower lip, her eyes darkening with a trace of jealousy. It was obvious to her that there was some unspoken tension between the two of them.'What exactly is she doing?' Anyu watched the statuesque woman systematically cratering the earth with a frosty expression. Something wasn't right.
Chen Yuhua was not the type of woman to throw a petty tantrum, and they certainly hadn't shared enough history to warrant a lover's spat.
Sensing the anomaly, Anyu activated his Void Breaking Divine Eye. Brilliant golden light flooded his pupils, piercing through the veil of reality. Beneath the pulverized earth, a faint, transparent phantom was frantically darting back and forth, desperately dodging the relentless barrage of white palms.
'Qinghong Old Monster's remnant soul?' Anyu's brow twitched in surprise. The bastard wasn't completely dead. Because the soul fragment harbored absolutely zero malice or killing intent, even his God-Level Perception had glossed over it.
"How could an old monster who has survived for a millennium be simple?" Yuhua finally spoke, her voice a cool, measured cadence that cut through the silence. She didn't stop her assault. "Who at that level doesn't possess a few hidden trump cards? Your Pure Yang Holy Body is indeed powerful, but he severed a wisp of his sub-soul and buried it deep underground right before his self-destruction. If left to fester and scheme from the shadows, you wouldn't even know how you died."
'So she's lecturing me now? Returning the favor?' Anyu chuckled softly, the sound rich with dry amusement.
Celestial Venerable Chen was truly a fascinating creature.
Deep underground, however, Qinghong Old Monster was screaming in silent, agonizing despair.
'Damn it all! Is Heaven itself trying to eradicate me? What kind of absolute monsters are these two?!'
He wanted to weep tears of blood. Shen Anyu was already an anomalous freak of nature, a youth who had ruthlessly bullied a thousand-year-old cultivator without an ounce of martial virtue.
Fortunately, Qinghong was old and cunning. He had orchestrated a fake self-destruction, fully intending to use his last drop of essence blood to seize the boy's body. But just to be safe, he had split off this sub-soul and buried it during the chaotic clash. He had forcefully suppressed every single thought, erasing his own hatred and resentment so the boy's terrifying senses wouldn't detect him.
And it had worked. Until this random young woman showed up.
She was just as young as the boy, and clearly just as monstrous. His secret soul-splitting concealment art was something even Nascent Soul stage patriarchs would struggle to detect, yet this woman had seen through it with a casual glance!
Every single palm strike from Yuhua was carefully aimed at his fragile remnant soul. Qinghong scrambled through the dirt, but his avenues of escape were rapidly shrinking. He couldn't even dive deeper into the earth—the Inverted Five Elements Great Array enveloped the entirety of Baiwu Mountain Valley, sealing it like an impenetrable iron sphere.
He had nowhere left to run.
Eventually, Anyu decided to join the game of whack-a-mole. With two predators boxing him in, Qinghong finally broke. Unable to endure the pressure, the transparent phantom burst out from the soil.
"Stop! Spare my life! I possess an ancient secret—"
"Soul-searching will do," Anyu interrupted with a cold smile.
He reached out, his fingers clamping down on empty air. An invisible force seized the remnant soul, dragging it directly into his palm. He instantly activated Six Senses Control, violently tearing through the old monster's memories. Yuhua merely watched, making no move to contest him for the prize.
A moment later, Anyu's eyes flashed with realization. The phantom trapped in his grip silently dissolved into nothingness.
Completely, irrevocably dead.
Dusting off his hands, Anyu turned his full attention to the woman standing a few paces away. She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, exuding a majestic, untouchable aura. At nearly one point nine-eight meters tall, her statuesque figure was a masterpiece of proportions—endless, slender legs, a tightly cinched waist, and a breathtakingly full bust that starkly contrasted her icy demeanor.
"Thank you for your help, Yuhua," Anyu said, a faint, appreciative smile playing on his lips.
She narrowed her sharp phoenix eyes. She didn't bother correcting his sudden, intimate use of her given name, nor did she act like a flustered girl demanding to know if he still thought she was talkative.
Instead, she replied with aristocratic indifference, "I assisted you. Asking for a few spirit herbs in return shouldn't be too much, should it?"
"Of course not." Anyu raised an eyebrow. He waved his sleeve, and a brilliant flash of spiritual light erupted from his storage ring. A cluster of rare, high-grade spirit herbs floated gently through the air, coming to rest before her.
Seeing his complete lack of hesitation, Yuhua gave him a long, assessing look. The straightforward transaction quietly elevated her favorable impression of him.
Securing the herbs within her own storage space, she turned on her heel, signaling for Qingqing to follow.
"Yuhua," Anyu's voice stopped her in her tracks.
He took a slow step forward, the intense heat of his Yang energy still lingering in the air between them. "Baiwu Mountain Valley is a remarkably rare spiritual land within the Secular World. While its baseline quality isn't the highest, it provides an excellent foundation for cultivation breakthroughs. If you stay, I can personally guarantee your protection."
In exactly two days, it would be the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month—the Mid-Autumn Festival. It was the single night of the year when the world's Yin energy reached its absolute zenith. For a woman burdened with the Taiyin Ice Soul Divine Body, surviving that night alone would be an agonizing, near-lethal ordeal.
As those thoughts drifted through his mind, the smile on Anyu's handsome face deepened, carrying a trace of something dark, sincere, and undeniably predatory.
[Akarin's Note: Guangcheng Celestial Venerable and the Fan Tian Seal (Heaven-Flipping Seal) are elements from classic Chinese mythology and the novel Investiture of the Gods (Fengshen Yanyi). The Fan Tian Seal is a supremely powerful artifact made from half of Buzhou Mountain, known for crushing enemies with the inescapable weight of a falling mountain.]
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