Chapter 465: A Divine Art for His Woman
"Oh, and here's this Secret Manual for you."
Before opening the remaining two Azure Jade Treasure Chests, Shen Anyu casually handed the Secret Manual for the Sky Sword Nineteen Styles to Ye Liyou.
"Senior, you… you're giving me the Sky Sword Nineteen Styles Secret Manual??"
Ye Liyou's phoenix eyes, usually as cold and sharp as glacial ice, went wide with utter shock. Her carefully constructed aloofness, the mask she wore for the world, shattered into a million pieces. She stared at Shen Anyu, her mind reeling with a disbelief so profound it felt like a physical blow.
This wasn't just a book. It was a legend bound in paper. The Sky Sword Nineteen Styles was a divine art, a direct path to the absolute peak of the martial world, the Land Immortal Realm. It was whispered that it even contained insights, fragments of understanding, about the ethereal realm that lay beyond it. This was the complete legacy of the Sword Palace Master, Lin Xuanyan—the undisputed number one figure in the Yanxia martial arts world five hundred years ago, a man who had stood at the very apex of power.
A martial arts manual of this divine caliber would ignite an inferno of chaos. If word of its existence were to escape this tomb, it would ignite a firestorm of greed that would consume the entire world. It would draw out every hidden master, every ambitious clan leader, every power-hungry maniac from the woodwork. The reclusive giants of the Heavenly Human realm would descend from their mountain peaks. Even the ancient, half-dead monsters of the Land Immortal realm, those living fossils who hadn't been seen for centuries, would claw their way out of seclusion to snatch it.
The very thought of the consequences sent a tremor through her. It wouldn't just be a storm; it would be a bloody tsunami. The rivers would run red. Mountains of corpses would pile high enough to block out the sun. It was an artifact so coveted that it would expose the darkest pits of the human heart. Fathers would murder their sons for it. Brothers would turn on each other without a second thought. Husbands and wives would draw blades, and entire families would slaughter one another in a grim spectacle of ambition and betrayal.
And now, Shen Anyu… was just giving it to her? As if he were handing her a common trinket?
A deafening roar filled Ye Liyou's mind, a tumultuous wave of incomprehension that washed away all coherent thought. The stone chamber around her seemed to warp and fade, leaving only the sight of his handsome face and the impossible manual he held out to her. Her mind was a perfect, silent blank.
'If not you, then who?' Shen Anyu thought, a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he watched the sheer, unadulterated shock play out across Ye Liyou's stunningly cold features. 'I cultivate immortality. This is beneath my notice.'
He knew full well that Lin Xuanyan's Sky Sword Nineteen Styles could unleash an apocalypse in the martial world. But to him? Young Master Shen simply didn't care.
He was a cultivator now. A true immortal-in-training. While the rest of the world was desperately clawing for scraps of power within the mortal coil, he was walking a path that led to the stars. They practiced martial arts; he cultivated the very laws of the universe. He was mastering the Nascent Soul True Scripture, the Two-Aspects Life-Death Medical Scripture.
Compared to a scripture that could lead one to the Nascent Soul stage, a power level that martial artists couldn't even dream of, what was the Sky Sword Nineteen Styles? It was like comparing a child's crayon drawing to the grand tapestry of creation.
The starting line for a cultivator was the Innate Realm. The very first level of the Qi Refinement Stage was equivalent to the lifelong goal that countless martial artists bled and died for without ever reaching. By the seventh level of Qi Refinement, a cultivator could effortlessly crush a so-called Martial Dao Grandmaster, their spells weaving through reality with a mysterious and terrifying power that defied all physical logic.
At the higher levels of Qi Refinement, beyond the tenth level, their magical power would become a vast, churning sea. Their spells would grow even more formidable, easily putting them on par with a Heavenly Human.
But that was just the beginning. Cultivators were perfectly balanced beings of destruction and creation. They were both warrior and mage, cultivating their essence, Qi, and spirit in unison, leaving them with no discernible weaknesses.
Once a cultivator reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, the game changed entirely. They became living weapons, human supersonic missiles capable of flight and burrowing through the earth. They wielded spells that could boil rivers, Divine Abilities that could shatter mountains, and Divine Thought attacks that could turn a man's brain to mush from a mile away. A Land Immortal, the supposed pinnacle of the martial path, could barely stand against them and would, in almost all cases, be utterly annihilated. A so-called Martial God might, at best, be comparable to the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage.
And there, the martial path simply ended. It hit a hard, unbreakable ceiling.
For cultivators, however, Foundation Establishment was merely a stepping stone. Beyond it lay the Golden Core Stage, and then the Nascent Soul Stage… each leap represented a difference as vast as that between an ant and a dragon.
To put it bluntly, every other power system in the world—martial artists, spellcasters, juju masters, witches, ninjas—they were all incomplete, simplified, and broken versions of a greater truth. They were evolutionary dead-ends, born from an era where the spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth had grown thin, making true immortal cultivation impossible for the masses.
And even among the supreme legacies of immortal cultivation, the Two-Aspects Life-Death Medical Scripture was a titan. The Divine Ability it granted, the Two-Aspects Life-Death Mystical Light, was a power so profound that, when cultivated to its zenith, it could make even Soul Transformation stage experts—beings who were practically gods—wary.
With such a cosmic inheritance in his grasp, how could Shen Anyu possibly care about Lin Xuanyan's provincial little sword style? What the world saw as a priceless, divine treasure was, in Young Master Shen's eyes, nothing more than ordinary goods.
Of course, he couldn't say any of that to Ye Liyou.
His peach-blossom eyes, which always seemed to hold a distant, profound gaze, softened as he looked at her. He spoke, his voice gentle and magnetic, a stark contrast to the world-shattering gift he offered.
"You are my woman. Not even a divine art like the Sky Sword Nineteen Styles can compare to your place in my heart. Because it's you… everything can be shared."
You are my woman… Because it's you, everything can be shared…
In the vast, silent stone chamber, his words seemed to hang in the air, each syllable echoing not off the walls, but directly within the deepest chambers of Ye Liyou's heart. They resonated like the tolling of a great, ancient bell, the vibrations shaking her soul, over and over again, for a long, long time.
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine Ye Liyou's favorability +4, plundered +12,000 destiny value!]
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine Ye Liyou's total favorability 100, extra plunder +300,000 destiny value!]
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine Ye Liyou's total favorability 100, cash back…]
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine Ye Liyou accepting important investment "Sky Sword Nineteen Styles", estimated return Sky Sword Sword Intent!]
A flicker of genuine pleasure flashed in Shen Anyu's eyes. Ye Liyou's favorability had maxed out far more quickly than he'd anticipated. It seemed he had truly underestimated the monumental significance of the Sky Sword Nineteen Styles to a dedicated martial artist.
Although it was something he'd toss aside without a second thought, to anyone else on the martial path, it was like a peerlessly beautiful married woman standing before Cao Cao—an irresistible temptation with explosive appeal. By directly gifting her this supreme legacy, an act that could trigger a world war, Shen Anyu had completely and utterly captured Ye Liyou's heart. She was captivated, ensnared, with no hope or desire of ever extricating herself.
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