Chapter 477: How to Resolve the Shura Field!
Ye Linyuan had long since broken down and gone into seclusion. When Shen Anyu left with his three goddess Senior Sisters, he automatically went to No. 2 Villa to do his homework, enjoying a comprehensive education in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor.
"My dear, you're summoning someone. Do we need to withdraw?"
Liu Ruyan, carrying herself with the unmistakable grace of a matriarch, tempered the raw, seductive charm that usually clung to her like a second skin. Her eyes, deep and shimmering like tranquil water, were fixed on Shen Anyu, her tone a perfect blend of respect and intimacy. The other women in the room—Ye Liyou and Yang Luoluo—tensed ever so slightly, their gazes flickering between the two. The air grew thick with unspoken rivalries.
"No need," Shen Anyu's lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. He gestured languidly toward the plush sofas. "You can watch the show if you like."
His voice was calm, a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere he so effortlessly commanded. The situation was a chessboard, and he had already seen the checkmate ten moves ahead. Long Hao, the blustering pawn who thought himself a king, was about to be swept from the board. He was an insignificant distraction.
Compared to the predictable struggles of Long Hao, Shen Anyu found his interest drawn to the drunken, middle-aged man accompanying him. The man's presence was a curious paradox—he reeked of cheap, strong wine, yet carried an aura as sharp and deadly as a drawn blade hidden beneath a beggar's rags.
Within moments, a dossier of information filtered through Shen Anyu's network and into his mind.
Sword Immortal Nie Yun.
He was a legend, one of Yanxia's ten great super experts. He was also the reigning Sect Master of the Northern Martial Arts Grand Sect, the Wine Sword Sect. A notorious drunkard, and a terrifyingly powerful one at that. It was said his love for fine wine surpassed even his love for the sword, an obsession that had defined his entire life.
'Is Sword Immortal Nie Yun also a Child of Destiny?' Shen Anyu mused, his mind sifting through the classic archetypes. He ran through the possibilities, cross-referencing Nie Yun's life story with the typical narratives of heaven-blessed protagonists.
The man's history was remarkably clean. Sword Immortal Nie Yun had been discovered and taken as a disciple by the previous Wine Sword Sect Master at a young age. His journey was a smooth, upward trajectory fueled by an astonishing talent for both martial arts and the Dao of the sword. There were no devastating setbacks, no melodramatic emotional traumas, no bitter rivalries or annulled engagements that would serve as the catalyst for a meteoric rise.
He was a purist, extreme in his devotion to the sword and equally extreme in his indulgence in wine. He rarely made a move, content to drift through life in a drunken haze, yet his power was undisputed. He was publicly acknowledged as one of Yanxia's top ten super experts, a title cemented a decade ago.
Ten years prior, Sword Immortal Nie Yun, in a rare moment of sobriety or perhaps drunken brilliance, had defeated a Heavenly Human realm expert with a single, effortless sword strike. And it wasn't just any cultivator; it was a well-known, veteran master who had been at that level for decades.
A decade had passed since that monumental feat. With Nie Yun's prodigious talent, his strength could only have grown to unfathomable depths. He was widely considered one of the most likely powerhouses in all of Yanxia to break through the veil and step into the legendary Land Immortal realm.
Shen Anyu recalled commissioning investigations into all suspected Children of Destiny. Nie Yun's name had come up, but he had been quickly dismissed. The profile simply didn't fit. No annulled engagement to a beautiful heiress. No lingering emotional trauma from a past betrayal. No harem of beautiful women vying for his affection—in fact, he was single, his only companions being his gourd of wine and his sword. He held no deep-seated blood feuds or burning desire for revenge.
However, the fact that Long Hao had sought out Sword Immortal Nie Yun specifically was enough to reignite Shen Anyu's suspicion. Long Hao, in his ignorance, was still operating under the assumption that his Investment Return System was functional. Finding a figure like Nie Yun could only mean one thing: he believed the Sword Immortal was a high-value target for investment, a hidden dragon destined for greatness.
'No need to overthink it.'
A subtle shift in the air, a faint crunch of tires on gravel outside, pulled Shen Anyu from his thoughts.
'They're here.'
His eyes flickered with amusement, the predator sensing his prey stumbling into the trap.
… …
"The place where Dragon King Han Qi lives is actually so luxurious and magnificent?"
As their car passed through the ornate gates and rolled down the long, private driveway, Long Hao stared out the window, his mind reeling. Jiangjing Manor unfolded before him like a modern-day imperial palace. Each villa was an architectural marvel, set amidst meticulously landscaped gardens, shimmering lakes, and ancient trees. The sheer scale of the opulence was staggering.
Although he hailed from a prestigious aristocratic family himself, the Long Family of Sichuan was a regional power. They could never dream of affording, let alone maintaining, a private manor of this grandeur. It was a display of wealth and power that dwarfed anything he had ever seen.
'It seems I still underestimated Dragon King Han Qi!'
Long Hao's initial surprise quickly morphed into giddy excitement. A flicker of greed burned in his eyes. The stronger Dragon King Han Qi was, the deeper his foundation, the more astronomical the returns would be from his investment. The thought sent a thrill through him.
He could already picture it: with the formidable Dragon King Han Qi on his left and the legendary Sword Immortal Nie Yun on his right, who in Yanxia would dare to oppose him? Shen Anyu? That arrogant fool would come crawling on his hands and knees, obediently kneeling to offer him a cappuccino.
In the back seat, Sword Immortal Nie Yun remained utterly oblivious. He was still drunkenly clutching a heavy bottle of wine, his head lolling against the window, his mind lost in a blissful stupor, completely unconcerned with the world outside.
Situ Yueying, seated in the driver's seat, glanced at the two men in her rearview mirror. Her expression was a mask of cold professionalism, yet a sliver of confusion pierced her composure. She couldn't fathom why her man would want to see these two. It certainly wasn't about the bartending gig she'd used as a pretext. The 1.3 million yuan was a pittance. Even if you added a few more zeros to that figure, it would be nothing more than pocket change to Shen Anyu.
"Follow me."
After parking the car, Situ Yueying led them out. Her heels clicked with sharp authority on the stone pathway as she guided Long Hao and Sword Immortal Nie Yun toward the main living room of Villa No. 1.
Long Hao's heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. He was already rehearsing his lines, crafting the perfect speech to assert his dominance over the so-called Dragon King.
'Dragon King Han Qi, you wouldn't want your true identity to be exposed to Han Xiu, the eldest son of the Emperor Capital Han Family, would you?'
'Hehehe, Han Qi, cooperate with me. I will lead you to the pinnacle of life, help you seize control of the entire Han Family!'
'And look at this handsome uncle beside me. This is Sword Immortal Nie Yun! Tremble before his might!'
Lost in his triumphant fantasies, Long Hao strode confidently into the magnificent living room and eagerly looked up, ready to meet his future subordinate.
The sight that met his eyes, however, shattered his reality into a million pieces. His smug grin froze, then collapsed.
"Shen… Shen Anyu, how could it be you???"
Long Hao stared, his voice a strangled croak of disbelief and shock. The man seated leisurely on the main sofa, looking as if he owned the world, was not the Dragon King he expected, but his most hated rival. His eyes widened, his jaw threatening to unhinge and hit the polished marble floor.
What was going on? What in the world was happening? Why wasn't it Dragon King Han Qi? Why was it Shen Anyu?!
As if to compound his confusion, the moment Situ Yueying saw Shen Anyu, the icy frost on her face melted away in an instant. It was replaced by a look of profound, radiant joy. Her voice, once cold and clipped, became as sweet and charming as a songbird's.
"Husband, I've brought them."
[Ding! Child of Destiny Long Hao was struck by lightning, plundering +9999 destiny value!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Long Hao was dumbfounded, plundering +9999 destiny value!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Long Hao was in disbelief, doubting life, plundering +66666 destiny value!]
… …
'Another one. Why are there so many vixens?' Liu Ruyan's gaze swept over the charming Situ Yueying, a flicker of possessive grievance flashing in her heart.
'Senior is so fickle,' Ye Liyou gently bit her lower lip, a wave of jealousy washing over her. But the thought of giving up was an impossibility, a notion her heart refused to entertain.
'Brother Master, hehehe, Brother Master, hehehe.' Yang Luoluo remained blissfully oblivious, still immersed in the pure joy from their earlier encounter, giggling softly to herself.
Long Hao watched, his eyes practically bulging from their sockets, as Situ Yueying walked directly to Shen Anyu's side. She leaned against him with an intimacy that spoke volumes, her sweet call of 'husband' echoing in his skull like a death knell.
What was happening?! This was Dream Enchantress Situ Yueying, the future Dragon King Han Qi's most trusted confidant, the second-in-command of the powerful Dragon King Society! How had she become Shen Anyu's woman?
His panicked gaze darted around the room, and when he got a clear look at the other women flanking Shen Anyu—Liu Ruyan, Yang Luoluo, and Ye Liyou—his pupils constricted into pinpricks of pure terror.
This, this, this… Weren't these Sword God Ye Linyuan's three goddess Senior Sisters? How could they possibly be here, sitting so comfortably next to Shen Anyu? How was this even possible?!
A terrifying conjecture, an idea so monstrous it threatened to sunder his sanity, erupted in his mind.
Could it be… could it be that Shen Anyu was also a reborn person?
The moment this thought took root, Long Hao's vision swam with black spots. A wave of dizziness crashed over him, and he staggered back, suffering an unprecedented psychological blow. He could almost feel his very essence being siphoned away as the System notifications confirmed his destiny value was being plundered at a catastrophic rate.
The brilliant, auspicious purple-gold cloud of qi that had always floated above his head, a symbol of his status as a Child of Destiny, began to flicker violently, its light dimming and rapidly dissipating like smoke in the wind.
The more Long Hao thought about it, the more the horrifying conjecture solidified into obvious truth.
His original fiancées, women who should have been destined for him—Su Hongmian, Xu Ruoxue, Xu Ruoshui, and now Situ Yueying. The women who were supposed to fall for other protagonists—Liu Ruyan, Yang Luoluo, Ye Liyou. All these women, who should have had absolutely no connection with Shen Anyu, were now inexplicably and intimately tied to him.
Shura Demon King Chu Yun, who should have been a hidden dragon biding his time. The domineering Leader of the War God Alliance, Yan Lingxiao. The world's richest man, Qi Fan. The mysterious Lord of Youming Hall, Ye Yan. All of them had met with bizarre, unexpected circumstances, their paths to glory cut short.
And now, Dragon King Han Qi was very likely to have met with a similar accident.
All these derailed plots, all these key figures whose fates had been twisted and broken, all of it centered on one person: Shen Anyu.
This Young Master of the Yanxia Shen Family, who should have been nothing more than a dissolute, arrogant playboy—a stepping stone for true protagonists—was anything but. He was an anomaly, a terrifying variable that had corrupted the entire timeline.
It was very likely, terrifyingly likely, that Shen Anyu was also a reborn person. He knew the future, and he had used that knowledge to change everything, to steal everything that was supposed to belong to others.
As soon as this conjecture emerged, Long Hao, who had entered the villa brimming with confidence and arrogance, completely panicked!
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