Chapter 482: Long Hao Trembled, God-level Blood Curse Technique!
The Wine Sword Immortal, Nie Yun, was overjoyed by his epiphany and repeatedly bowed to Shen Anyu, laughing three times before going into seclusion. Before leaving, he said, "Young Master Shen, this Nie will never forget the kindness of your guidance. If you need anything, just call, and this Nie will come with his sword, definitely keeping his promise. But, remember to prepare good wine!"
"Certainly, certainly."
Shen Anyu was also in a fine mood, a subtle, satisfied smile playing on his lips. Once Nie Yun emerged from his secluded meditation, he would undoubtedly have stepped into the Land Immortal realm. At that point, Shen Anyu would be able to return the Divine-Rank Sword Intent of the Wine Sword Immortal, creating a genuine, living legend.
A true Sword Immortal, bound to him by a debt of gratitude.
'Not bad at all,' Shen Anyu thought, his gaze drifting over to the paralyzed Long Hao. 'This Wine Sword Immortal, Nie Yun, is indeed a premium investment target.' He appraised Long Hao with a look of detached approval, as if admiring a well-chosen stock. This Child of Destiny from the rebirth-and-investment trope—well, former Child of Destiny—still had a wealth of valuable information locked away in that skull of his.
Not every investment yielded such spectacular returns. Pouring capital into some junk asset, like the volatile markets of some failing state, would be a victory if you simply didn't lose your shirt, let alone turn a profit. Long Hao, however, was a guaranteed windfall.
'Now that I've reached the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage, I can finally perform a Soul-search. It's time to completely plunder Long Hao's last sliver of value.' Shen Anyu's eyes deepened, a cold, calculating light swirling within their dark abysses. The power coursing through him was a fine-tuned instrument, ready to extract every last secret.
Afterward, he exchanged a few pleasantries with Liu Ruyan and the other young women who had gathered to offer their thanks and congratulations. His gaze then fell upon the young Ye Linyuan, and he spoke with the patronizing air of a benevolent elder.
"Ye Linyuan, the show is over. Go back inside and study hard. Make progress every day, and don't disappoint your Senior Sister's husband and your Senior Sisters."
[Ding! The Child of Destiny, Ye Linyuan, internally screamed 'Motherfucker!' wondering if he dared to say it aloud. Plundered +9999 Destiny Points!]
Ye Linyuan was utterly livid, the frustration boiling in his gut like a caustic acid. He silently cursed Shen Anyu a thousand times over, his mind a storm of impotent rage. Yet, on the surface, he forced a strained, obedient smile, playing the part of a well-behaved child.
"Big Brother, Little Yezi understands."
With that, several formidable-looking female teachers closed in, their expressions stern and professional. They flanked Ye Linyuan, preparing to escort him to Villa Number Two for his intensive study session.
Before being led away, Ye Linyuan's eyes landed on Long Hao, who was suspended in the air like a grotesque phantom. His feet dangled a few centimeters above the manicured lawn, his body utterly still, held fast by an invisible force. A flicker of curiosity crossed Ye Linyuan's face.
"Big Brother, who is this person?" he asked.
He'd noticed the strange man earlier and had considered starting a conversation, but Long Hao was completely ensnared by Shen Anyu's psychic power. He was like an insect trapped in amber, his entire body frozen solid save for his eyes, which darted around in a frenzy. Communication was impossible.
At that very moment, Long Hao's eyes were bulging wide like brass bells, fixed on Ye Linyuan with an expression of pure, unadulterated shock.
This only made Ye Linyuan more curious. What had this poor soul done to offend a scoundrel like Shen Anyu? A sliver of sympathy and pity colored his gaze as he looked at Long Hao.
Thunk.
Shen Anyu casually flicked Ye Linyuan's forehead, the sound sharp and dismissive. He spoke in a leisurely tone, "Little children shouldn't ask so many questions."
He then turned to the imposing female teachers, his voice carrying an unassailable authority.
"I've ordered a ton of textbooks and test papers. Make sure he studies diligently. I expect him to strive to become a top scholar and get into Tsinghua and Peking Universities in the future."
"Little Yezi," Shen Anyu added, a wicked glint in his eye, "your Senior Sister's husband has high hopes for you."
A ton?
The word echoed in Ye Linyuan's mind, and his face went pale. A ton of textbooks?
"Yes, Young Master Shen!" the female teachers responded in unison, bowing swiftly before hoisting Ye Linyuan up as if he weighed nothing.
"No! Big Brother, you can't do this to me!" Ye Linyuan shrieked, his limbs flailing wildly in mid-air. Panic seized him. "Second Senior Sister! Fourth Senior Sister! Little Sister, save me! Save me!"
A ton of textbooks and exam papers wasn't a study plan; it was a death sentence!
Liu Ruyan covered her crimson lips, a melodic chuckle escaping. "Your Senior Sister's husband is only doing this for your own good. Study hard now."
"That's right, Little Junior Brother," Yang Luoluo added, nodding her head like a chick pecking at grain. "Brother Master is doing this for you."
"Don't be lazy," Ye Liyou stated, her voice as clear and cold as mountain spring water.
[Ding! The world of the Child of Destiny, Ye Linyuan, turned black. Plundered +9999 Destiny Points!]
[Ding! The mentality of the Child of Destiny, Ye Linyuan, has shattered. Plundered +9999 Destiny Points!]
After the small drama concluded, Shen Anyu instructed Liu Ruyan, Ye Liyou, and the others to return to Villa Number One. He, in turn, guided the still-levitating Long Hao toward the underground secret room of Jiangjing Manor. The heavy door groaned shut behind them, sealing them in darkness and silence.
"Long Hao," Shen Anyu's voice cut through the gloom, a chillingly calm half-smile on his face as he released the mental restraint. "Aren't you surprised?"
"Hoo… hoo… haaah…"
Long Hao collapsed to the cold stone floor, gasping desperately for air, his lungs burning. He scrambled backward, staring at Shen Anyu as if seeing a demon incarnate. Shock and utter disbelief warped his features.
"You… you… Ye Linyuan… that was the Sword God, Ye Linyuan?"
When he heard Shen Anyu call that child by name, he thought his ears were deceiving him. His eyeballs had nearly popped out of their sockets.
That little brat, no bigger than Conan Edogawa, was the legendary Ye Linyuan? It had to be someone with the same name, right? It had to be a coincidence!
But then he saw Ye Linyuan addressing Liu Ruyan, Ye Liyou, and the others as 'Senior Sister.' The crushing reality slammed into him. This was him. This was the one and only Ye Linyuan he remembered.
The God of the Sword Dao. The peerless genius who once battled the Land Immortal Wine Sword Immortal, Nie Yun, on the shores of the East Sea—a duel hailed as the pinnacle of swordsmanship in five hundred years, a battle that shook the entire world.
But the Ye Linyuan from his memories was a towering, handsome adult, a figure of awe and power. He couldn't possibly be this… this child!
Shen Anyu's smile widened, devoid of warmth. He explained slowly, savoring every word, "That's because he was struck by my curse. Ye Linyuan reverted to childhood, lost all his cultivation, and became what you see now."
A violent tremor wracked Long Hao's entire body. Beads of cold sweat, large as soybeans, erupted on his forehead. He stared at Shen Anyu, his lips trembling so severely he couldn't form a single coherent word.
The Sword God, Ye Linyuan—the man who had astonished the world and suppressed an entire generation of powerhouses with his blade—was being played with like a common toy by Shen Anyu?
Even among the titans he knew from his past life, Ye Linyuan was an absolute standout. He wasn't on the same level as mediocrities like the Asura Demon King Chu Yun, the War God Alliance Leader Yan Lingxiao, or the Dragon King Son-in-law Han Qi.
The moment Sword God Ye Linyuan debuted, he had defeated the three Heavenly Beings of the Martial God Hall. From there, his legend soared. He single-handedly carved a bloody path through the Martial God Hall, and even its Hall Master, a man who had already broken through to the Land Immortal realm, was slain by his sword.
In just two and a half years, Ye Linyuan had become a true giant of his era.
And now? Now he was a little brat forced to do homework and act cute. And the one ordering him around was Shen Anyu, his "Senior Sister's husband"?
In his previous life, everyone knew that Sword God Ye Linyuan's seven Goddess Senior Sisters were his reverse scale—a weakness that could not be touched. Any man who dared to even look at them with desire was met with a swift death. The Country Divine Doctor, Xia Liu, was butchered simply for flirting a few times with his Third Senior Sister, the Goddess Doctor Murong Jieyu.
Yet now, Ye Linyuan's Second Senior Sister Liu Ruyan, Fourth Senior Sister Ye Liyou, and Little Sister Yang Luoluo were all… intimately involved with Shen Anyu?
The world was collapsing. Everything he knew was a lie. A terrifying, inescapable thought clawed its way into his mind.
"You… you're also a Reborn?" Long Hao stammered, his body shaking uncontrollably. It was the only explanation. Only another Reborn could have orchestrated such a complete and terrifying reversal, transforming Shen Anyu from a doomed young master of the Yanxia Shen Family—fated to be killed by the Lord of Youming Hall, Ye Yan—into this monstrous existence.
Shen Anyu smiled frankly, a disarming gesture that was more terrifying than any threat. "Not quite. And that's precisely why I need the intelligence stored in your mind, Long Hao. Tell me everything, and I'll grant you a quick end."
It was his first time attempting a Soul-search, and Shen Anyu had no practical experience. A dual approach of interrogation and arcane arts seemed the most prudent course of action.
Hearing this, Long Hao suddenly burst into a wild, broken laughter, tears of despair and fury streaming down his face.
"Shen Anyu, you've ruined me! You've twisted my life into this wretched state, played with my destiny as if I were a speck of dust! And you think I'll just tell you everything? You will absolutely never let me live, so why should I help you?"
"Don't even dream of it!" he roared, his voice raw with a final, desperate resolve. "I would rather die than tell you a single thing!"
At this moment, Long Hao was more resolute than he had ever been in his life. He could never have his revenge. He could never make Shen Anyu and Su Hongmian kneel before him in apology. But he could deny this monster his prize. Shen Anyu would never get the future knowledge locked within his mind.
"So resolute?"
Shen Anyu's faint smile never wavered. He casually reached out a hand. Instantly, droplets of fresh blood seeped through Long Hao's skin, hovering in the air before him. In the next moment, they ignited, transforming into crimson flames. Within the flickering firelight, the faint, ghostly illusions of Long Hao's father, Long Qing, and his other blood relatives began to appear, their faces twisted in agony.
God-level Blood Curse Technique!
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