Chapter 133: Husband, Don't Misunderstand...
Luo Yuhe was terrified that Shen Anyu would misunderstand even a little bit.
Her heart pounded in her chest, not from the fear of the assassin, but from the fear of losing the warmth she had just found. Her beautiful eyes were wide with panic as she looked at the man beside her. How could she know these people? Especially those who came with such terrifying killing intent to kill Shen Anyu?
She frantically searched Shen Anyu's face for any sign of suspicion or anger. If Shen Anyu thought she was conspiring with outsiders... if he thought she had a secret past with this madman... the thought alone made her blood run cold.
"It's okay, no need to explain, I believe you."
Shen Anyu smiled lightly. His voice was calm, steady, and devoid of any doubt. It was the anchor she needed in the storm.
But words were not enough for Shen Anyu. He needed to send a message.
Amidst Yan Lingxiao's splitting gaze—a gaze that was practically bleeding with jealousy and rage—Shen Anyu moved. He didn't step back; he stepped in. He directly wrapped his large, warm hand around Luo Yuhe's slender, willow-like waist, pulling her flush against his hard chest.
Before Luo Yuhe could react, he lowered his head and captured her red lips.
"Mmph..."
It wasn't a gentle peck. It was a deep, possessive, and devastating kiss. Shen Anyu's tongue pried open her shell, invading her mouth with an arrogance that declared ownership over her every breath. He tasted her sweetness, her panic, and her submission.
"Shy..."
Luo Xiaoxiao, held securely in Shen Anyu's other arm, covered her eyes with her small hands, but peered through the gaps between her fingers. Her big, sparkling eyes widened as she watched this scene with curiosity and a giggle.
For Yan Lingxiao, however, this was not a romantic scene. It was a visual execution.
"Let go of Yuhe!"
Yan Lingxiao was enraged. His roar shook the leaves off the nearby trees. The veins on his forehead bulged like earthworms. He hadn't expected Shen Anyu to be so intimate with Luo Yuhe right in front of him. To kiss her... right in front of her "real" husband!
"You dare! You dare touch her!"
However, Shen Anyu's lips curled up against Luo Yuhe's mouth. He completely ignored Yan Lingxiao's roar as if it were the barking of a stray dog.
Instead of stopping, he escalated his actions. He savored the kiss wantonly, deliberately slowing it down. His large hand, resting on her waist, began to explore up and down, tracing the curve of her spine, kneading her soft flesh through the thin fabric of her dress.
He treated the furious protagonist like air. He completely disregarded Yan Lingxiao, the leader of the War God Alliance, the Lingxiao War God who commanded thousands of mercenaries overseas.
In Shen Anyu's eyes, this so-called Dragon King was just a tool to increase the favorability of his woman and a crop to be harvested.
"You're asking for death! I will kill you! I will tear you apart!"
Yan Lingxiao's eyes turned bloodshot, the capillaries bursting from the pressure. The image of Shen Anyu's hand on Luo Yuhe's body burned into his retinas, destroying his reason. He could no longer tolerate it.
"Die!!!"
He pounced forward like an enraged lion, the ground cracking beneath his feet as he launched himself towards the couple.
"Don't even think about harming our Young Master!"
A sharp, authoritative female voice cut through the air.
Aunt Xiao roared, stepping out from the shadows like a phantom. Her long sword was suddenly unsheathed, singing a deadly melody.
Schwing!
The Martial Dao True Essence of a Grandmaster Peak surged out from her body. It wasn't as refined as Yan Lingxiao's, but it was honed by decades of loyalty to the Shen Family. A beam of silver sword light tore through the air, slashing directly at the charging Yan Lingxiao!
"Protect the Young Master!"
The other Shen Family guards also drew their swords in unison.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Twelve Innate Realm experts and two other Martial Arts Grandmasters moved in perfect formation. They were well-trained and perfectly coordinated, their sword auras weaving a net of death, striking at Yan Lingxiao from all angles!
Even facing a Martial Dao Grandmaster—a being who stood at the pinnacle of the martial world—these guards did not flinch. As born and bred members of the Shen Family, loyal for generations, they were utterly devoted. They were akin to deathsworn warriors, never fearing or retreating, willing to use their bodies as walls to block the enemy.
"Hmph! You lowly beings, how dare you attack me? Get lost!"
Yan Lingxiao's eyes were filled with blood, and his face was radiating murderous intent. He didn't even slow down.
He completely ignored the incoming swords. With a powerful wave of his hand, imbued with profound True Essence that shimmered with a crimson hue, he struck the air.
Bang!
He directly shattered a dozen sword auras in front of him as if he were swatting flies. The steel swords of the Innate guards snapped like twigs upon contact with his protective energy layer.
Overwhelmingly powerful!
Although his injuries had not yet fully recovered, and even after taking the Holy Medicine for a full day and night, he had only barely recovered to the Grandmaster level (suppressed from his peak), with his strength and combat experience, he was no longer afraid of several Martial Arts Grandmasters.
Qingque and Man Hu, who stood behind him, watched with awe. They also had full confidence in their boss, Yan Lingxiao! This was the power of the Dragon King!
"Asura War God Art: Blood Dragon Tear!"
Yan Lingxiao's profound Martial Dao True Essence transformed into blood-colored Qi. It swirled around him, forming a formidable and majestic illusory armor that enveloped his entire body. He resembled a blood-red flood dragon, his fingers curled into claws.
He used his hand as a blade, striking through the air with terrifying speed.
"Everyone, attack together! Don't let him get close!"
Aunt Xiao's face was ashen, feeling the suffocating pressure. She let out a furious roar and, along with the two other Martial Arts Grandmasters and twelve Innate Guards behind her, surrounded Yan Lingxiao, trying to trap the dragon in shallow water.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The battle instantly escalated to a fever pitch!
It was a clash of titans in a modern garden. Sharp bursts of Martial Dao internal energy erupted like grenades going off. Sword Qi and blade auras raged, slicing through the environment.
The cobblestone ground directly tore apart, sending shattered stones flying everywhere like bullets. A large, century-old plane tree was directly cut in half by a stray wave of Qi, crashing down with a heavy thud.
Crash!
A nearby Bentley, parked by a neighbor, was instantly smashed into scrap metal by the shockwave of Yan Lingxiao's punch.
It was as if human-shaped beasts were fighting. Martial Dao at this level had already transcended the ordinary; it was a scene straight out of a disaster movie.
"This person is very strong... His True Essence is much denser than ours!"
Aunt Xiao's face was pale, sweat dripping down her forehead. Her hands holding the sword trembled slightly from the impact of each clash. The expert in front of her was not easy to deal with. He was a veteran of slaughter.
Her gaze swept over Young Master Shen Anyu amidst the chaos.
He was still standing there, calm and elegant, embracing Luo Yuhe with one arm and holding the child with the other. The wind from the battle ruffled his hair, but he didn't move a muscle.
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
'As expected of the Young Master, he's calm and composed, remaining unfazed even when a mountain collapses before him! What kind of mental fortitude is this?'
He could be so relaxed even when facing an assassination attempt by a Martial Dao Grandmaster. It was the demeanor of a true King.
But at this moment, Luo Yuhe did not have Shen Anyu's composure.
The sound of explosions and the aura of death snapped her out of the lingering daze of the kiss. She pushed Shen Anyu away gently but firmly.
She glared at him, her face flushed but her eyes serious:
"Husband, what time is it? If we want to be intimate, we need to get out of danger first. This man is a lunatic!"
Shen Anyu chuckled, arranging her messy hair. "Danger? I don't see any danger. I only see a clown dancing."
"You... take Luoxiao and leave first. I'll hold off these killers with Aunt Xiao and the others."
Luo Yuhe stepped forward, her body shielding Shen Anyu and Xiaoxiao. Her maternal and protective instincts were in overdrive. "I have regained my cultivation. I can buy you time."
"Luoxiao, don't be scared..." she whispered, glancing back at her daughter.
Luo Xiaoxiao's big, sparkling eyes widened. She wasn't scared at all; instead, she poked her head out from Shen Anyu's shoulder, showing curiosity and excitement.
"Wow! Bam! Crash!" she mimicked the sounds, clapping her small hands. It was as if she were watching Ultraman fight monsters on TV.
After all, both Aunt Xiao (who prioritized protecting the family) and Yan Lingxiao's side (who saw Xiaoxiao as his daughter) had managed to subconsciously avoid the area where Luo Xiaoxiao was, causing her no harm whatsoever. The eye of the storm was surprisingly peaceful.
"Mommy, Daddy, Luoxiao isn't scared! Daddy is here!"
Shen Anyu pinched her cheek and said with a smile:
"See? Even Luoxiao isn't scared, so I'm even less afraid. Why should we run?"
His gaze swept over Yan Lingxiao, who was tearing through the defensive formation like a mad demon. Shen Anyu's eyes were deep, shimmering with a cold, calculating light.
'Analyze,' he commanded the System silently.
[Target: Yan Lingxiao. State: Enraged / irrational. Combat Power: 85% due to internal injuries opening up.]
He hadn't planned to deal with Yan Lingxiao so quickly—he wanted to milk him for more points—but since this guy was coming to his own demise, knocking on the door of hell, Shen Anyu wouldn't be polite.
He would definitely take him down today!
Luo Yuhe saw that Shen Anyu wasn't leaving and felt helpless. She was about to persuade him again, desperate to get him to safety.
But just then, the battle shifted. Yan Lingxiao punched Aunt Xiao back, revealing his face clearly in the sunlight for the first time. The blood-red Qi faded for a second, revealing his resolute, familiar features.
Luo Yuhe's gaze swept over Yan Lingxiao, and a flash of insight struck her like a lightning bolt.
Time seemed to freeze.
The noise of the battle faded into a dull roar. Her memories, locked away in a box of pain, burst open.
The rainy night six years ago. The dark alley. The pain. The blood. The face of the man who ruined her innocence and then disappeared, leaving her to rot in the mud.
Her pretty face changed dramatically, draining of all blood until she was as pale as a sheet. Her pupils contracted violently.
"I remember now! You... you are that man from six years ago?"
That man from six years ago was her eternal nightmare. He was the demon who haunted her sleep. He caused the death of her elder sister, Luo Xuemei, who died of grief and exhaustion trying to protect the pregnant Yuhe. He indirectly caused her to be poisoned by the Jin Family, lose all her cultivation, and end up destitute on the streets, fighting dogs for food for over five years.
Every scar on her body, every night she shivered in the cold, every tear Xiaoxiao cried... it all led back to him.
Luo Yuhe hadn't expected to encounter that man again. And in such circumstances! Trying to kill her savior!
"Yuhe, you finally remembered! I am that person from six years ago!"
Yan Lingxiao, who was in the midst of intense fighting, heard these words. He stopped his attacks, allowing the guards to regroup. He seemed to be injected with a stimulant.
His True Essence surged wildly, pushing back Aunt Xiao and the other Shen Family guards with a mere burst of aura.
He ignored the swords pointing at him. His eyes were filled with excitement, agitation, and wild joy as he looked at Luo Yuhe.
"Yes! It's me! I'm back!"
He stepped forward, his arms open, oblivious to the hatred in her eyes.
"I am that man from six years ago. I hurt you, and I'm sorry. It was an accident, I was drugged... but I never forgot you! I came back to Yanxia, I fought my way back from hell, trying my best to find you and make amends."
"I know you suffered. I know I'm late. But I'm here now. I will take good care of you and Xiao..."
However, Yan Lingxiao's words were cut off by Luo Yuhe before he could finish.
"Shut up!"
Luo Yuhe's pretty face was cold. The transformation was terrifying. Her beautiful eyes were devoid of the gentle and virtuous expression she had when beside Shen Anyu.
She was no longer the soft water; she was the ice. She was as cold as the ten-thousand-year-old ice of the Arctic, astonishingly frigid.
"Who wants you to take care of them? Do you even deserve to?"
Her voice trembled, not with fear, but with pure, unadulterated loathing.
"Do you know how Luoxiao and I have lived all these years? Do you know we lived in dog kennels? Do you know we ate garbage?"
"Do you know my sister died because of you? She died coughing up blood because we couldn't afford medicine! Because of YOU!"
"I wish I could kill you! I wish I could tear your flesh off piece by piece!"
At this moment, Aunt Xiao and the other guards seized the opportunity to surround Shen Anyu and the two girls again, looking at Yan Lingxiao with vigilance and solemnity, forming a human wall.
Shen Anyu stood behind them, watching Yan Lingxiao with interest. He gently covered Xiaoxiao's ears, protecting her from the harsh words, while he enjoyed the show.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Yan Lingxiao's mental state is crumbling! Plundering +5000 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Yan Lingxiao feels extreme guilt and despair! Plundering +8000 Destiny Value!]
Shen Anyu listened to the System's continuous notifications of destiny value being plundered. It was like the sound of coins falling into a slot machine.
Facing the cold-faced Luo Yuhe, hearing the specific details of her suffering, Yan Lingxiao felt incredibly miserable. It was as if thousands of arrows were piercing his heart.
In just a short while, tens of thousands of destiny value were plundered from him. His aura flickered and dimmed.
Shen Anyu was naturally happy to see this; the more plundered, the better. He would only make his move when it was almost enough.
Meanwhile, Qingque and Man Hu stood beside Yan Lingxiao, looking as if they wanted to speak but held back. They had never seen their invincible boss look so defeated.
Yan Lingxiao looked at Luo Yuhe's cold expression, feeling both helpless and heartbroken. He raised his hand, reaching out to her.
"I'm sorry... Yuhe, I didn't know... it's all my fault. I will compensate you... I will give you the world..."
However, upon hearing this, Luo Yuhe sneered. The sound was filled with mockery. Her beautiful eyes were filled with hatred, sharp enough to cut bone.
"Your so-called compensation is to kill my husband?"
She pointed a trembling finger at him.
"If it weren't for An'yu, Luoxiao and I would have already been killed by Jin Shiming! He gave us a home! He gave us dignity! And you actually want to kill him?"
"You act like a savior, but you are just a destroyer!"
"You insane beast, stay away from me and Luoxiao, stay away from my husband..."
[Akarin Note:
Your Support Keeps This Story Alive!
If you're enjoying this novel, your support means the world to me. Simple actions like leaving a review, power stone, comment, or sharing the story let me know you're out there. It's the greatest motivation for me to keep updating until the very end and ensures this project continues.
For those who wish to support me more directly, you can join my Patreon at [patreon.com/AkarinTL]. As a thank-you, you'll receive access to 50 advanced chapters.
I hope I am still worthy of your support. My life truly depends on this... haha, I know I'm so shameless.]