Chapter 382: Cuckolding the Returning Immortal Emperor?!
"Husband, husband, what's wrong? Wake up, wake up…"
The urgent, tearful cries pulled Shen Anyu back from the void.
His vision cleared, the chaotic red mist dissipating into the familiar, luxurious ceiling of the guest villa. He turned his head. Susan's anxious face was hovering inches from his own, her large eyes swimming with tears, her hands tightly gripping his shoulders as if afraid he would vanish into thin air.
Shen Anyu shook his head, clearing the lingering dizziness from the Soul consciousness projection. He reached up, his thumb gently wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, and smiled with his signature calm.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. Just a moment of dizziness."
At this moment, Shen Anyu's expression was not one of fear or lingering dread. Instead, hidden deep within his dark pupils was a profound sense of shock, bewilderment, and a rising tide of ecstatic, predatory joy.
Just now, inside Susan's soulscape, there had been no danger.
Not only did Shen Anyu possess the [God-Tier Soul Shield] from the System, allowing him to retreat instantly, but that alluring, blood-drenched, sacred woman—the entity named Su Muyue—had absolutely no intention of harming him.
On the contrary, her gaze towards Shen Anyu had been... strange.
It wasn't the gaze of an ancient being looking at an ant. It was the gaze of a starving devotee looking at her god. That intensely pathological infatuation was even more fervent, more terrifyingly possessive than Susan's own love.
In that crimson void, besides Shen Anyu, nothing else existed in her eyes.
Vaguely, Shen Anyu recalled the final image before his consciousness returned to his body. The woman's blood-red lips had parted slightly, her voice transcending the boundaries of the soul to echo in his mind:
"Husband... wait for my return…"
'Husband, wait for my return?'
Shen Anyu sat up, leaning against the headboard, his brow furrowed in deep thought.
Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, the visual was burned into his memory. The appearance of that sacred and alluring woman deep within Susan's Soul—crimson hair flowing like a river of blood, eyes that held the slaughter of a million worlds—was physically identical to Susan, yet temperamentally opposite.
Normally, Susan had black hair and black eyes, innocent and submissive, like a white rabbit.
But that woman... she was a Calamity.
However, what truly shook Shen Anyu's composure wasn't the woman's appearance. It was the mechanical, cold notification that had just exploded in his mind.
[Ding! Detected that destined heroine Su Muyue's favorability has increased by 100!]
[Ding! Plundering +300,000 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! Detected that destined heroine Su Muyue's total favorability is 100 (Maxed Out)!]
[Ding! CRITICAL TRIGGER! Extra plundering +5,000,000 Destiny Value!]
...
Shen Anyu's pupils contracted slightly.
'Favorability directly maxed out? And an extra five million Destiny Value plundered in a single breath?'
Shen Anyu was genuinely astonished. Even with his absolute mental fortitude, his heart skipped a beat.
When had Young Master Shen ever fought such a "rich" battle? Plundering 5,300,000 Destiny Value at once? This was astronomical. It broke the economy of his System.
He quickly ran the numbers through his mind, comparing them to his previous "harvests."
Ye Yan, the "War God" Child of Destiny who descended from the mountains, eventually surpassed the Land Immortal realm to reach the never-before-seen Martial God Realm in the Yanxia Martial Arts World. His total value? Only five million Destiny Value.
And Ye Linyuan, the "Cultivation Genius" Child of Destiny with seven goddess Senior Sisters, who even started cultivating immortals in the later stages and entered the Xuanhuang World? He only had a total cap of ten million Destiny Value.
Currently, among the dozen or so Children of Destiny Shen Anyu had encountered, hunted, and broken, only these two had touched the five-million mark. The others—like the Dragon King Han Qi or the Divine Doctor Xia Liu—were mere trash worth less than a million.
Furthermore, there was a fundamental rule in the "Protagonist vs. Harem" setting: The Destiny Value of a Destined Heroine is generally far less than that of the Child of Destiny.
After all, in male-oriented "Power Fantasy" novels, the heroines are often accessories or driving forces for the plot, while the Protagonist carries the weight of the entire world's luck. It's not strange for the gap to be five times, or even ten times.
Shen Anyu's eyes narrowed, a cold light flickering within them.
'If a mere remnant soul of a heroine provides over five million points... this means the Child of Destiny associated with Su Muyue might have a total Destiny Value exceeding fifty million!'
Fifty Million.
What kind of concept was this?
Based on the power scaling, 10 Million is the threshold for the Foundation Establishment Realm in the Cultivation World.
Fifty Million? That would be... the legendary Golden Core? Nascent Soul? Or even higher?
'Could it really be the trope of... The Immortal Emperor's Return?'
Shen Anyu took a deep breath, the realization hitting him like a sledgehammer.
'Did I... did I just cuckold an Immortal Emperor?'
The corner of Shen Anyu's mouth didn't twitch in fear. Instead, it curled upward into a smile that was terrifyingly arrogant and crazed.
He, a villain in the mortal world, had just stolen the wife of a supreme being from the upper realms. And not just stolen—he had maxed out her favorability before the Protagonist even showed up!
'Interesting. Truly interesting.'
However, mysteries remained. What was the relationship between Su Muyue and Susan? Why did her favorability max out instantly upon seeing him? Why did she call him 'husband'? Was Shen Anyu a reincarnated villain too, or was this a case of mistaken identity?
Shen Anyu tried to activate the [Tian Yuan Secret Technique] again, attempting to peek back into that blood-red space. But the connection was silent. It was as if a heavy door had been slammed shut. The alluring and sacred woman, Su Muyue, deep within Susan's Soul, remained still and unreachable, like a dream bubble waiting to burst.
He then tried to activate the [Supernatural Skill: Love Infinite Teleportation]. Usually, this skill allowed him to teleport instantly to any woman who loved him. But for the first time, the skill failed to lock onto "Su Muyue." He remained in place, still sitting on the bed beside Susan.
'It seems Su Muyue is currently in a state of slumber or suppression. Could it be that, like Ye Linyuan and Lin Xuanyan, Su Muyue is also a remnant Soul imprint of Susan's past life?'
'But how could a remnant Soul imprint from a past life be a separate Destined Heroine?'
'Regardless... Susan's source of infinite power is undoubtedly this Su Muyue. And now, Su Muyue belongs to me.'
"Husband... husband, what's wrong? Don't scare me…"
Susan's trembling voice broke his analysis. She was watching Shen Anyu sitting there in a daze, his expression shifting from shock to a terrifyingly cold smile. She bit her lip, her heart filled with worry that something had damaged his mind.
Shen Anyu looked at her.
The girl before him was soft, fragile, and radiated a pure, white aura. But now, when he looked at her, he saw the shadow of the Blood Empress. The contrast was intoxicating. The thought that inside this submissive little bunny lived a world-ending demoness—and both of them called him Husband—ignited a fire in his lower abdomen that burned hotter than magma.
"Forget it. If I can't figure it out for now, then I won't force it. The truth will reveal itself in time."
Shen Anyu suddenly burst into laughter, the sound low and magnetic.
"Right now, I have more important things to figure out. For example... verifying the depth of your loyalty."
"Ah? Husband, you..."
Amidst Susan's startled exclamations, Shen Anyu moved.
He didn't move with the gentleness he had shown earlier. This time, he pounced like a lion capturing a rabbit, pressing her back into the soft, disheveled sheets.
"Husband..."
Susan's breath hitched, her eyes widening as she felt the heavy weight of his body and the scorching heat radiating from his skin. The air in the room instantly thickened, heavy with pheromones and the scent of dominance.
Shen Anyu stared down at her, his gaze intense enough to melt steel. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, exposing her defenseless form completely to his gaze.
"Susan, do you love me?" he asked, his voice rasping against her ear.
"I... I love you! I love Husband the most!" Susan replied without hesitation, her voice trembling but firm. Her face flushed a deep crimson, matching the color of the phantom he had seen.
"Good."
Shen Anyu lowered his head, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply, smelling the unique fragrance of her body—a scent of milk and orchids, now laced with the faint, metallic tang of the ancient bloodline waking up.
His lips grazed her sensitive skin, causing her to shudder violently.
"Then let me see... just how much you can endure for me."
His hand slid down, tracing the curve of her waist, the heat of his palm seeping through the thin fabric of her nightgown. He wasn't just touching her; he was claiming her, marking her, ensuring that whether she was Susan or Su Muyue, every inch of her soul and flesh belonged to the Shen Family.
"Wuu... Husband, be gentle..."
The room filled with the sounds of ragged breathing and the friction of skin against silk. The mystery of the Immortal Emperor could wait. Tonight, the Villain would enjoy his spoils.
[Location: Modu City - International Airport - Arrival Hall]
While the atmosphere in the Jiangjing Manor was heating up, the sky over Modu was overcast with gray clouds, pressing down on the city like a suffocating shroud.
The automatic doors of the International Arrival Hall slid open.
A handsome young man walked out slowly, the wheels of his battered black suitcase clattering rhythmically against the tiled floor.
He wore a trench coat that had seen better days, the hem frayed slightly, suggesting a life of hardship and travel. However, his posture was upright, rigid like a spear thrust into the earth. His face was sharp, his features chiseled, but his complexion was unhealthily pale, creating a stark contrast with his pitch-black, brooding eyes.
He stopped in the middle of the bustling crowd, ignoring the rush of travelers around him. He took a deep breath, inhaling the humid, smoggy air of the city.
The sounds of the local Wu dialect filled his ears—the chatter of taxi drivers, the arguments of families, the announcements over the PA system.
It was noisy. It was chaotic.
But to him, it was the sound of the past.
He stood there, seemingly lost in distant memories, his eyes filled with a heavy, suffocating melancholy that seemed out of place for a man in his early twenties.
'Five years...'
'Modu. I, Chu Yun, have finally returned.'
'Ji family... the family destruction five years ago. The blood debt... it is time to collect.'
Thinking of this, the melancholy in Chu Yun's eyes vanished instantly.
Shing!
It was replaced by a gaze as sharp as a blade, overflowing with terrifying murderous intent! The temperature around him seemed to drop several degrees, causing a passing stewardess to shiver and look around in confusion.
Five years ago, Chu Yun was just an ordinary teenager with an ordinary, happy family. His father was a hardworking truck driver, honest to a fault, and his mother was a gentle housewife who cooked the best braised pork in the neighborhood. Although the family was not wealthy, they were harmonious.
But fate, or rather, the arrogance of the rich, destroyed everything in a single afternoon.
A sudden disaster plunged Chu Yun's entire world into hell.
His father, driving his truck, was unable to brake in time when a sports car swerved into his lane. He crashed head-on into the oncoming Lamborghini. The collision was catastrophic. The drunk, rich second-generation heir inside the sports car was instantly smashed to pieces, turned into meat paste amidst the twisted metal.
In this incident, the traffic police report clearly stated that the drunk rich heir was driving against traffic and was primarily responsible. Chu Yun's father had only secondary responsibility due to a mechanical failure.
According to the law, the compensation should have been manageable.
However, the rich second-generation who died was the eldest son of the Ji Family—one of the top ten wealthiest families in Modu.
Logic and law meant nothing before the power of money.
How could the Modu Ji Family let this go for a mere insurance payout? They wanted blood.
The Ji Family exerted their influence. Evidence was tampered with. Lawyers were bribed. Chu Yun's father was sentenced to a heavy prison term.
Chu Yun's mother, in her anxiety and grief, ran from pillar to post begging for mercy, only to be mocked and humiliated by the Ji Family servants. She suffered a cerebral hemorrhage from the stress and passed away in a cold hospital hallway.
Chu Yun's father, upon learning of his wife's death, hanged himself in his prison cell a week later.
In the span of a month, Chu Yun went from a happy college student to an orphan with nothing.
The Ji Family didn't stop there. They wanted to erase the "murderer's" bloodline. They used their connections to get Chu Yun expelled from university. They auctioned off his family home. They made him unemployable in Modu.
He was forced to eat scraps from garbage cans, chased by wild dogs and Ji Family thugs alike.
'Heh... but the Heavens do not cut off all paths. Ji Family... you didn't expect this, did you? The ant you tried to crush didn't die.'
'I, Chu Yun, crawled out of the pile of corpses. I survived the hell of the chaotic warzones. And now... I have returned as a King!'
Chu Yun's lips curled up. It wasn't a smile of joy.
It was the trademark "Crooked Smile" of a protagonist who has returned from hell—three parts cold sneer, three parts cruelty, three parts bloodlust, and one part supreme satisfaction.
Because of the Modu Ji Family's suppression, there was no place for him in Yanxia. So he went to the most dangerous place on earth—the mercenary battlefields of the Dark World.
In five years, he rose from a nameless cannon fodder to establish the Blood Skull Mercenary Group.
He became a nightmare. A legend.
He was the Asura Demon King (Xiu Luo Mo Wang)!
The Asura Demon King might not be the absolute strongest fighter in the international Dark World, but he was undeniably the most cruel, the most cold-blooded, and the most dangerous lunatic. He had tortured and killed countless enemies, skinning them alive, earning a reputation that made even warlords tremble.
Only Chu Yun knew that his cruelty was fueled by hate. Hate for the Ji Family. Hate for the rich who trampled on the poor.
'According to the intel... Tomorrow is the 80th birthday of the Modu Ji Family's Old Master.'
Chu Yun adjusted the collar of his trench coat, his eyes gleaming with a red light.
'A birthday banquet? Perfect.'
'I, Chu Yun, have waited for this day for a full five years. Tomorrow, I will turn your birthday banquet into a funeral!'
'What I lost, I must get back twofold! I will make the Ji Family regret ever being born!'
Chu Yun sneered with a twisted mouth, his eyes full of cruelty, dragging his suitcase toward the exit like a reaper dragging a scythe…
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