Chapter 394: Are They That Close? The War God's Lover Shatters His Will!
Chu Yun was also speechless. His heart was filled with hatred, so he naturally killed countless people. Although he tried his best to only accept mercenary missions to kill villains and evildoers, when he started killing, he couldn't care less about many things. It was impossible to investigate each one, right?
There were inevitably wronged souls, with the blood of innocent people staining his hands.
Even if the Modu Ji Family massacre wasn't his doing, his other crimes were enough for him to be shot a hundred and eighty times over.
How could he just surrender and wait for death?
At that moment, facing the imposing Yanxia Female War God, An Zhiyue, Chu Yun and his men fought a desperate, retreating battle.
But he was being beaten to the point of continuously spitting blood.
He was utterly disheveled.
Where was the domineering arrogance he had when he stepped into the Modu Ji Family's birthday banquet, delivering the funeral bell like a king of hell passing judgment?
An Zhiyue moved with the lethal grace of a predator. Her wine-red evening gown, which moments ago had made her look like the epitome of high society, now flowed around her like a cloak of blood. Every step she took was precise, every strike a thunderclap of condensed power. She wasn't just a martial artist; she was a weapon of the state, honed to perfection.
*Crack!*
Her palm strike sliced through the air, creating a vacuum in its wake. Chu Yun barely managed to raise his arms to block, but the impact felt like being hit by a speeding truck. A sickening crunch echoed as his forearms fractured, sending splinters of agony shooting up to his shoulders. He was sent flying backward, a spray of crimson mist erupting from his mouth as his internal organs recoiled from the shock.
*'Damn it! This woman... she's a monster!'* Chu Yun thought, his vision swimming. He and his three Grandmaster-level subordinates, men who could topple small governments, were being utterly suppressed by this one woman. She was a Peak Grandmaster, but the quality of her power felt worlds apart from his own Early-Stage Great Grandmaster cultivation. It was the difference between a wild beast and a perfectly engineered killing machine.
*'Aunt is truly powerful!'* Shen Anyu watched the brutal ballet with a serene smile, a silent observer appreciating a masterpiece of violence. He made a mental note to reward his aunt later with a hundred-year-old Zhu Fruit. A small token for her excellent performance tonight, a fee for her services.
In reality, his meddling was almost superfluous. Even if he hadn't orchestrated this encounter, An Zhiyue would have never let the notorious Asura Demon King, the leader of the Blood Skull Mercenary Group, run rampant in Modu. It was her sworn duty as the General Instructor of the Fire Phoenix Special Forces. The Blood Skull's leader was an internationally wanted criminal, with a bounty on his head in seventy-seven countries, Yanxia included. Her presence here was a matter of professional pride and national security.
The mysterious figures in Blood Skull masks who had framed Chu Yun for the Ji Family massacre were, of course, Shen Anyu's own creations. They were androids from the System, untraceable and expendable. Even if they were destroyed, no evidence would ever lead back to him. They were perfect scapegoats.
Still, one had to admit, Chu Yun was indeed a Child of Destiny. With his cultivation at the Early-Stage Great Grandmaster realm, supported by three Grandmaster subordinates, he was somehow managing to hold on against An Zhiyue. He was at a severe disadvantage, bleeding from a dozen wounds and barely able to stand, but he hadn't been defeated yet.
It was only a matter of time, of course. Unless the protagonist halo flared, and he had some kind of dramatic breakthrough.
*'Hehe, I think I'll give Aunt a little hand,'* Shen Anyu mused, his gaze shimmering with cruel amusement. He turned his attention away from An Zhiyue's display of divine might and feigned a look of concern, his eyes landing on the pale, distraught Xu Ruoxue beside him.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice a low, soothing murmur that cut through the chaos of the battle. "You seem a little nervous. Are you scared?"
"I..." Xu Ruoxue's beautiful eyes were locked on Chu Yun, her expression a mixture of terror and worry. She wanted to speak, to beg, but the words were caught in her throat.
She never imagined this. She knew Chu Yun was seeking revenge against the Ji Family, a vendetta she understood, but for it to spiral into this nightmare—having the terrible luck of running into the legendary An Zhiyue, the Female War God of Yanxia whose name was whispered with fear and awe in the international dark world. It was the worst possible outcome.
Watching Chu Yun and his men on the verge of capture, their bodies battered and their auras flickering like dying candles, she felt a desperate urge to plead with Shen Anyu. He was An Zhiyue's nephew. A single word from him might be enough to make his aunt release them. But she felt a profound shame that kept her silent.
Xu Ruoxue knew Chu Yun was a complicated man, a figure of both righteousness and evil. He had done good deeds, slain countless villains, and the Blood Skull Mercenary Group always tried to target the wicked. But war and vengeance were messy affairs. It was inevitable that innocent blood was spilled, that good people were mistakenly killed in the crossfire. Being captured by the authorities wasn't an injustice.
But still… her heart ached for him.
At that moment, a sudden warmth pressed against her forehead. Shen Anyu had placed the back of his hand against her skin, his touch sending a jolt through her system.
"Why are you sweating so much?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern. "Did you overdraw your Origin Qi healing me earlier?"
On Xu Ruoxue's fair, smooth forehead, fine beads of cold sweat had indeed emerged, born from her intense anxiety and worry.
"No, I didn't..." she stammered, her heart warming at his apparent care. She looked into his deep, dark eyes and wanted to explain, to tell him everything.
But in the next moment, his other hand was on her back, pulling her firmly against him. The world tilted as she stumbled into his embrace, her soft body pressing against the hard, unyielding wall of his chest. The faint, expensive scent of his cologne filled her senses, intoxicating and overwhelming.
"I'll help you regulate your breathing," he whispered, his warm breath ghosting over her ear. "It's alright. You'll feel comfortable very soon."
Feeling Shen Anyu's embrace, Xu Ruoxue's mind went completely blank. Her body froze, every muscle tensed.
*'Are... are we that close?'*
In her stunned state, she didn't even notice when his movement, seemingly accidental, knocked the plain, black-framed glasses from her face. They clattered softly onto the marble floor. At the same time, the simple tie holding her hair came undone, and a cascade of silky black hair tumbled over her shoulders, framing a delicate, heart-shaped face that was now flushed with a deep, shy crimson.
In an instant, the rustic, ordinary girl vanished. In her place stood a breathtaking natural beauty, her features exquisite and her aura pure.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Chu Yun's vision blurred. Plundering +9999 Destiny Points!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Chu Yun's mentality has exploded. Plundering +9999 Destiny Points!]
"Ruoxue!!!"
The raw, agonized roar tore from Chu Yun's throat. His gaze, flicking desperately towards her for a sliver of hope, caught the scene. His expression twisted in a mask of disbelief and horror, a shock far greater than when he'd watched his arch-nemesis, Ji Jiacheng, die before his very eyes.
There she was. Xu Ruoxue. The woman he yearned for, the gentle soul he planned to pursue and spend the rest of his life with after his vengeance was complete. And she was in the intimate embrace of a handsome young man, held so closely, while he himself was being beaten back, spitting blood, fighting for his very life.
Chu Yun felt the world spin. His vision swam in a sea of red and black. His mind, his very soul, fractured under the weight of that single image.
And that wasn't all.
Shen Anyu's gaze lifted, passing over Xu Ruoxue's shoulder to meet Chu Yun's. His eyes held a flicker of undisguised triumph, a clear and deliberate provocation. Then, his large hand moved, enveloping Xu Ruoxue's smaller one, their fingers lacing together.
A profound and unbelievably pure True Essence, warm and potent like liquid sunlight, surged from Shen Anyu's palm and flooded into Xu Ruoxue's body. It was a gentle, yet unstoppable torrent of power that coursed through her meridians, soothing old injuries she never even knew she had—the minor internal strains from cultivation, the lingering aches from past battles that all martial artists endured.
With his celestial-level strength and God-Level Medical Skill, resolving these minor issues was as easy as breathing.
For Xu Ruoxue, the sensation was divine. It was as if her entire body was being submerged in a celestial hot spring. A wave of warmth spread from her hand through every limb, every organ, every cell. It was an invasive, overwhelming pleasure that erased all thought. Her exquisitely beautiful face flushed an even deeper shade of alluring crimson, and her pearly white teeth bit down hard on her lower lip to stifle an involuntary moan.
Her mind was a blank slate. She had forgotten who she was, where she was, let alone the raging battle just meters away. Under Shen Anyu's superb medical skill and insidious methods, she had actually entered a state of 'flow,' a sudden epiphany that would be of immense benefit to her future cultivation.
But Chu Yun didn't know that. He couldn't see the truth.
In his eyes, as he and his brothers from the Blood Skull Mercenary Group were being systematically dismantled by the Female War God, bleeding and dying, Xu Ruoxue was not only failing to help, she was finding comfort and pleasure in the arms of another man.
That alluring blush on her face, that expression of dazed bliss… it wasn't for him. It was for a stranger. The sight was a dagger of pure ice plunging into Chu Yun's heart. His eyes turned bloodshot, consumed by a storm of jealousy and despair.
In Chu Yun's heart, though he had only known Xu Ruoxue for a couple of years, he had long since placed her on a pedestal. She was as important to him as his revenge—no, she was even more important. She was the light at the end of his dark, bloody tunnel.
But now, the woman he loved, the woman he wanted to cherish for a lifetime, was holding hands with another man. And it was happening in his darkest, most desperate moment.
At that instant, all of Chu Yun's will to fight evaporated. It was no exaggeration to say he was utterly and completely disheartened.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Chu Yun is completely disheartened. Plundering +99999 Destiny Points!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Chu Yun has suffered a major blow. Plundering +500000 Destiny Points!]
"You dare to be distracted while fighting me?"
An Zhiyue, in her wine-red evening gown, had transformed from a stunning noblewoman into a true Female War God. Her phoenix eyes were sharp as razors, and she showed no mercy in her attacks.
She was the soldier; he was the thief.
Her aura surged like a rainbow, magnificent and unstoppable.
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