Chapter 602: Yun Nu? Zhang Yaqian is in danger!
Wu Shenyun raised her jade hand and looked at Shen Anyu with phoenix-like eyes blazing, speaking each word distinctly. However, she sighed in her heart. 'It's over!' Who knows what kind of humiliation she would suffer next! If it was so excessive in the dream, how would Shen Anyu treat her in reality? Amidst her anxiety and fear, there was also a hint of excitement and anticipation that she didn't want to admit. 'In reality, how would Shen Anyu treat her?' A captivating blush appeared on Wu Shenyun's exquisitely beautiful jade face, her eyes seeming intoxicated.
[System Notification! Detected that the Destined Heroine Wu Shenyun's favorability has increased by 90. Plundering 270,000 Destiny Points!]
'Tsk, it actually shot up to ninety favorability at once!'
Shen Anyu regarded the Southern Border Goddess, Wu Shenyun, who was kneeling in complete submission before him, a deep sense of satisfaction warming his chest. This was no ordinary woman. This was a peak Land Immortal, a demigod in the eyes of the martial world, a ruler who commanded the absolute loyalty of the entire Southern Border. And now, she knelt at his feet like a penitent, her pride shattered, her will bent to his. The sheer amount of Destiny Points plundered was a clear sign of just how significant this conquest was.
Favorability, as the System measured it, was a complex metric. It wasn't just a simple gauge of love or affection. It encompassed the entire spectrum of human connection: friendship, kinship, gratitude, reverence, and, as in this case, absolute submission.
His little maid, Ruan Lingshan, for example, held a favorability born primarily of profound gratitude. He had saved her, given her a new life, and she worshipped him for it. Her loyalty was pure, untainted by the darkness he had used to break Wu Shenyun.
But Wu Shenyun's favorability was something else entirely. It was a potent, volatile concoction of fear, awe, and reluctant surrender. The hundreds of dream-world reincarnations had been a form of psychological warfare, a relentless campaign that had eroded her spirit layer by layer. Each dream was a nail hammered into her psyche, imprinting his dominance until it became an obvious truth. This, combined with her utter and absolute defeat in the physical world, had created a perfect storm. The moment she finally knelt, all that accumulated pressure, all that repressed emotion, burst forth, catapulting her favorability to the staggering height of ninety and rewarding him with a massive windfall of 270,000 Destiny Points.
Of course, her feelings for him were far more complicated than simple submission. They were twisted, a dark and tangled knot of emotions. After experiencing lifetime after lifetime of being his—his wife, his consort, his slave—the image of Shen Anyu had been seared into the very core of her soul. It was an indelible brand, a permanent mark that had completely overshadowed her former self. Even when she had launched her attack on him, her true, subconscious desire wasn't to kill him and avenge her humiliation. No, deep down, she only wanted to make him submit, to reverse the roles they had played for centuries in her mind.
But now, the reality was obvious. It was she who had submitted.
"Yun Nu, get up." Shen Anyu's voice was soft, yet it carried the weight of an imperial command. He smiled, looking down at the kneeling goddess.
'Yun Nu?'
The name struck Wu Shenyun like a bolt of lightning. Her phoenix-like eyes shot wide open, staring at Shen Anyu in sheer disbelief. A tremor ran through her body. Did he… did he just call her Yun Nu?
'He actually called me Yun Nu??'
She was the Southern Border Goddess, the supreme ruler of the Shaman God Cult, a monarch in her own right. She was a peak Land Immortal, a master of both martial arts and shamanistic sorcery, a being who stood at the apex of the known world. And he… he had just called her Slave Yun? The casual intimacy of the name was a far greater humiliation than any physical blow. It stripped away her titles, her power, her very identity, reducing her to a mere possession.
Nearby, Wu He and the other experts from the Shaman God Cult felt a collective chill freeze their souls. Their heads bowed so low their chins nearly touched their chests, they didn't dare to look. Their hearts hammered against their ribs, a frantic drumbeat of terror. They feared that their Goddess, their Venerable Lord, would be so enraged by this ultimate insult that she would lash out and silence them all just for being witnesses. The peerlessly beautiful, untouchable Goddess they worshipped… was now being called a slave to her face?
Bai Bing, however, stood with her arms crossed, a dangerously playful curve gracing her cold, red lips. Her eyes glinted with undisguised schadenfreude as she watched the proud goddess being brought low.
"Ice Slave," Shen Anyu said, his gaze shifting to Bai Bing, his smile never wavering. "From now on, Yun Nu will be under your management. Make sure she learns the rules."
'Hmph, one day, I will restrain that hateful master and put him in these very shackles!' Bai Bing's smug mood instantly soured at the reminder of her own title. She shot a venomous glare at Shen Anyu and let out a frosty snort.
The moment passed, and she turned her attention back to the new arrival. Her gaze swept over Wu Shenyun, the legendary Land Immortal, without a trace of intimidation. A predatory light flickered in her eyes.
"Sister Yun," Bai Bing said, her voice smooth but edged with steel, showing no weakness whatsoever. "Just call me Sister Bing from now on."
"Huh?" Wu Shenyun's phoenix-like eyes widened again, this time with fresh outrage. 'You, a mere Heavenly Human, want me, a peak Land Immortal, to call you sister?' The audacity was breathtaking.
"First come, first served. We're ranked by seniority," Bai Bing stated, her tone unassailably righteous. 'So what if she's a Land Immortal? She still has to call me sister. She still knelt in submission before our hateful master, just like I did.'
A firestorm ignited in Wu Shenyun's eyes, the blazing fury of a cornered phoenix. In response, Bai Bing arrogantly lifted her chin, meeting the oppressive glare head-on. Their gazes locked, and the very air between them seemed to warp and crackle with invisible lightning. A terrifying pressure descended upon the room, a silent clash of wills between two immensely powerful and prideful women.
Wu He and the other Shaman God Cult experts began to sweat buckets, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Only now did they fully register the terrifying power radiating from the woman in white. They had been so focused on Shen Anyu that they hadn't realized this seemingly subordinate woman possessed the strength of a Heavenly Human—and a profoundly powerful one at that. A horrifying thought struck them: if she had launched a surprise attack on them while they were focused on their Goddess, they would have been slaughtered before they could even react.
"As your master, I would be very pleased if you two can get along harmoniously," Shen Anyu remarked, watching the unfolding drama with an amused chuckle.
"Hmph."
"Hmph."
Both Bai Bing and Wu Shenyun turned away from each other simultaneously, letting out identical, indignant snorts.
Wu Shenyun abruptly pushed herself to her feet, her majestic presence reasserting itself despite her recent humiliation. Her fiery gaze snapped back to Shen Anyu.
"Shen… Master," she corrected herself, the word tasting like ash in her mouth. "I suggest that strength should still be the ultimate measure of respect. Ranking by seniority is… ill-advised."
Bai Bing gritted her silver teeth in frustration. Her strength was already monstrous. She had single-handedly crushed Zhang Zhiyun, the most heralded successor of the Tianshi Sect in a millennium. Even before Shen Anyu had gifted her the Heavenly Human Breakthrough Pill, she was confident she could have defeated him. But the facts were obvious: she was much younger than Wu Shenyun, and her cultivation was a full major realm lower. In a direct confrontation right now, she would certainly lose.
Wu Shenyun shot a triumphant, arrogant look at Bai Bing. 'Still wants to be my elder sister? In her dreams.'
Shen Anyu stroked his chin, his eyes flickering between the defiant Bai Bing and the momentarily victorious Wu Shenyun. A cunning smile spread across his face.
"How about this," he proposed, his voice laced with amusement. "I'll give you two an opportunity for some healthy competition. For one year. At the end of that year, whoever is stronger will be the elder sister."
"Good! It's a deal!" Wu Shenyun agreed instantly, without a shred of hesitation. She even looked at Shen Anyu with a flicker of surprise. Wasn't this just handing her the victory on a silver platter? Could Bai Bing possibly ascend to the Land Immortal realm and surpass her own peak-level strength within a single year? It was utterly impossible!
"Good! I agree too!" Bai Bing declared, her voice ringing with absolute conviction. After she had switched to cultivating the legendary Martial God Art, her progress had been nothing short of explosive. Breaking through to the Land Immortal realm within a year was a challenge, but one she was certain she could meet. Furthermore, in just a month and a half, the second internal test of the Main God Reincarnation Game would begin. She was fully confident she could earn an astronomical number of points, exchange them for reality-altering rewards, and send her cultivation and combat strength skyrocketing.
'At that time,' she vowed internally, 'I will personally suppress this Southern Border Goddess and beat her into submission!'
Shen Anyu's smile deepened. This was perfect. Wu Shenyun, who had been resistant and filled with shame just moments ago, now had a new target for her formidable competitive spirit. Her focus had shifted from her humiliation to her rivalry with Bai Bing. This kind of "healthy competition" was exactly what he wanted. Both women possessed heaven-defying talent; honed against each other, they would become even more powerful assistants in his future conquests.
It was just like his recent encounter with Zhang Zhiyun. Shen Anyu hadn't even needed to lift a finger; Bai Bing had crushed the so-called genius for him. As the Great Villain of Destiny, a top-tier noble, the idea of having to handle every little problem himself was tiresome and inefficient. He was a commander, a strategist, not a common thug.
'Even if I encounter a Child of Destiny like a reborn Immortal Emperor in the future, I might not even need to act myself,' he mused. 'With a single wave of my hand, a legion of powerful and devastatingly beautiful Destined Heroines will descend and beat him into a bloody pulp.'
Of course, when it came to heroic acts of saving beauties, Young Master Shen was more than happy to get his hands dirty, especially if he was the one who orchestrated the danger in the first place.
With the new hierarchy settled for now, Shen Anyu instructed Bai Bing to take Wu Shenyun to Villa No. 1 at Jinxiu Mountain Villa and get her situated. With that, he turned and left, his movements swift and purposeful as he headed towards Zhang Yaqian's location.
Left behind, Wu He and the other Shaman God Cult experts looked at each other, their faces a mixture of fear and uncertainty.
"What… what do we do now?" one of them stammered.
"Nonsense!" Wu He hissed, his eyes gleaming with a new, calculating light. "Since the Venerable Lord has submitted to Yanxia Shen Clan's Eldest Young Master, then of course we must also submit! Don't you see? This First Young Master is a figure beyond our comprehension!"
The other experts' eyes suddenly lit up with understanding. Wu He was right. Their Venerable Lord, Wu Shenyun, was already a peerless powerhouse capable of swallowing mountains and rivers like a tigress. Yet this Eldest Young Master of the Shen Clan was demonstrably even stronger, so much so that he had broken her will completely. Submitting to such a transcendent being wasn't a disgrace; it was an opportunity to soar to heights they had never even dreamed of!
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"Exquisite! Damn, she's too exquisite!" A hidden, covetous gaze secretly peered at the young girl. Her face was as small as a palm, her figure graceful and lithe, her temperament serene and pure. Dressed in a blue Chanel dress, she stood tall and elegant, like an elven princess strolling through a forest, attracting everyone's attention. Hangzhou's number one young lady, Zhang Yaqian
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