Chapter 528: Old Deng, the ghost Rolls-Royce is parked downstairs!
"Heavenly Sound Charming Body, Qiuchan is actually a Heavenly Sound Charming Body, which is an unexpected surprise."
Shen Anyu's face was full of joy and excitement. The results of their intimate union had far exceeded his wildest expectations. It wasn't merely a physical pleasure; it was a profound enhancement to his very being, a symbiotic cultivation that had sent his power soaring.
Within just two days, a period that would be laughably short for any other cultivator, his Qi cultivation had shattered its previous limits and surged forward, breaking through to the eighth layer. Yet, this remarkable advancement was not the most significant benefit he had reaped. The true prize, the core of his exhilaration, was far more fundamental.
The most beneficial aspect was that after several encounters with Yang Qiuchan, his spiritual power and soul were also purified and refined considerably, giving him a sense of clarity, and his foundation became deeper, which would greatly benefit his future cultivation path. Every moment spent with her was like immersing his soul in a divine spring. The chaotic energies and minute impurities that inevitably accumulated through cultivation and combat were washed away, leaving behind a crystalline purity. His thoughts became sharper, his perception of the world more acute, as if a veil had been lifted from his senses. His spiritual sea, once a roiling ocean, was now a placid, deep lake, reflecting the stars with perfect clarity. This wasn't just an increase in power; it was a qualitative transformation of his very essence, solidifying his foundation into something akin to indestructible diamond.
Shen Anyu felt like he had found a treasure; everything about her was wonderful. She was a living, breathing elixir, a walking catalyst for his ascension. Her voice, her touch, even her mere presence seemed to harmonize with the Dao, creating an environment that nurtured his growth on every level.
"The Two-Aspects Life-Death Medical Scripture obtained from Immortal Doctor Lu Ran also records some observations, including information about this Heavenly Sound Charming Body, which is one of the best Physiques for a Dao Companion, even Nascent Soul cultivators would fight tooth and nail for it." He remembered the ancient script vividly, the characters almost glowing with importance on the page. The scripture described the physique not just as beneficial, but as a legendary, almost mythical blessing. It was a natural spiritual furnace, capable of taking a partner's raw, often turbulent energy and refining it into its purest form, smoothing the meridians, calming the Dantian, and making breakthroughs that were once perilous feel as natural as breathing. For a Nascent Soul ancestor, a being who had touched the precipice of true immortality, securing such a companion could be the final key to shattering their mortal shackles. The thought that such a prize had fallen into his lap here, in the mundane world, was almost too good to be true.
"In the mundane world, to have a Heavenly Sound Charming Body like Qiuchan, one can only say she truly lives up to being a Destined Heroine." It was the only explanation that made sense. Fate, or perhaps the very laws of the universe, had conspired to create such a perfect being and place her directly in his path.
Shen Anyu's lips curved upwards, his mood joyful. A genuine, uncontainable delight bubbled up within him. This was a victory not just of plunder, but of pure, dumb luck.
He had already imparted the Martial God Art to Yang Qiuchan, guiding her onto the path of cultivation herself. As her own strength grew, the resonance between them would deepen, and the effects of her Heavenly Sound Charming Body would become exponentially more potent. The thought of their future progress sent a thrill of anticipation through him. Once she began to truly harness her own power, their dual cultivation would reach a level that could shake the heavens.
A treasure, truly a treasure.
To safeguard this invaluable asset, Shen Anyu specifically arranged several Grandmaster-level guards around Yang Qiuchan. These were not ordinary bodyguards susceptible to persuasion or betrayal. They were artificial human guards drawn from the System, silent sentinels forged from data and energy, their loyalty an unbreakable, hard-coded absolute. Their eyes, devoid of emotion, missed nothing, their senses scanning every wavelength for potential threats with cold, digital precision. They were ghosts in the shadows, extensions of his will, ensuring her absolute safety.
Furthermore, since Yang Qiuchan's favorability had reached max level, Shen Anyu could also use the Supernatural Skill Love Infinite Teleportation, arriving by her side in a single thought, fearless of any danger. This ability was a metaphysical tether, a bond of affection so powerful it could twist the fabric of reality itself. Distance was meaningless. With a mere flicker of intent, he could collapse the space between them and manifest at her side, ready to obliterate any threat that dared to surface.
This was also the treatment for other Destined Heroines with a favorability of ninety or above. It was his ultimate insurance policy, his promise that those who belonged to him were under his absolute protection.
"As for that delivery man, Old Zhang…" Having settled his thoughts on Yang Qiuchan, Shen Anyu's mind shifted to the other curious thread he'd been pulling.
Shen Anyu's eyes flickered, a peculiar smile flashing within them. The pieces of another puzzle were falling into place, and the image they formed was far more interesting than he had initially suspected.
After these few days, Shen Anyu's subordinates had secretly investigated, moving with silent efficiency through the city's underbelly and digital networks. The intelligence on the delivery man, Old Zhang, also fell into Shen Anyu's hands, compiled into a neat, comprehensive dossier.
Zhang Tianen!
The name alone carried an immense weight. He was once the number one powerhouse of the Tianshi Sect, a prominent figure in the Artificer world whose stomp could cause an earthquake, a Celestial Master Peak existence, whose cultivation even surpassed that of the Master of the Tianshi Sect. This wasn't some washed-up has-been; this was a sleeping dragon masquerading as a common lizard. He was a legend who had voluntarily stepped off his throne, a man whose casual gesture could once invoke talismans powerful enough to level mountains or redirect rivers.
He was a Grandmaster-level figure, steadily ranking among the top three in the global Artificer world, and firmly holding the number one position within Yanxia. His name was whispered with reverence in hidden circles, a benchmark against which all other Artificers were measured.
The Tianshi Sect's status in the Yanxia Artificer world was akin to holding the royal cauldron, being the sole sacred ground, enduring for a thousand years, gathering numerous powerful Artificer Grandmasters, holding a pivotal position, and standing on equal footing with super-giant clans. They were the vatican of their craft, and Zhang Tianen had been their pope, their archangel, their ultimate weapon.
Zhang Tianen came from a declining Artificer Family, the Zhang Family, actually a collateral branch of the Tianshi Sect's Zhang Family. His lineage was noble but faded, a dying ember of a once-great fire.
From a young age, he loved seeking immortality and asking about the Dao, pursuing the true essence of Artificer. He was a prodigy consumed by a singular, burning obsession. This fire led him to later join the Tianshi Sect, and in a move of shocking asceticism, he directly abandoned his wife and daughter, severing all emotional ties. He walled off his heart, turning his back on the warmth of family for the cold, austere pursuit of ultimate power, dedicating himself to arduous cultivation, solely to reach the Celestial Master Peak.
In reality, the Tianshi Sect had no such rule and did not forbid marriage; it was just that Zhang Tianen was too obsessed with cultivation. His sacrifice was self-imposed, a proof of his fanatical devotion.
Zhang Tianen possessed extraordinary talent and remarkable Aptitude, his Dao Heart unyielding, his cultivation breaking through all the way, reaching Celestial Master Peak in just twenty years, becoming a prominent figure in the Artificer world at an unreachably high level. He was a comet streaking across the sky, dazzling all who witnessed his ascent.
However, Zhang Tianen's state of mind was incomplete, making it difficult for him to advance further. He stood at the summit, gazing out at a boundless vista of power, yet all he felt was an equally boundless emptiness. Upon reflection, he realized he had greatly wronged his wife and daughter. The love he had surgically removed from his heart had left a gaping wound, a fundamental flaw in his soul that no amount of power could fill.
His wife, Ji Xiyun, had passed away early from illness, leaving behind only their daughter, Ji Xiaolin. The news reached him like a thunderclap, shattering his ivory tower of seclusion and flooding him with a regret so profound it became a physical weight, heavier than any spiritual burden he had ever carried.
Zhang Tianen retired, becoming an ordinary and unremarkable delivery man, solely to make up for the guilt in his heart and to protect his daughter, Ji Xiaolin. He shed his legendary status like an old coat, hiding his terrifying power beneath a cheap uniform and the mundane routine of daily deliveries.
And towards Zhang Tianen, this father who had once abandoned his wife and daughter, Ji Xiaolin naturally showed no good face; her personality, to put it nicely, was quirky and mischievous, and to put it bluntly, rebellious. She treated him with a coldness that was both a shield and a weapon, a constant reminder of his past sins.
But in reality, Ji Xiaolin secretly admired her father, Zhang Tianen; her mother, Ji Xiyun, had no regrets and often spoke of Zhang Tianen's deeds. Ji Xiaolin also studied Artificer from a young age, possessing remarkable talent. Now, in her early twenties, she is already an Artificer True Person, comparable to a Martial Arts Grandmaster, constantly wandering the streets, thinking of subduing demons and devils and acting as a righteous hero, although there are no demons for her to slay, at most she bullies some small-time thugs. She was a firecracker, a whirlwind of youthful energy and righteous indignation, patrolling the neon-lit alleys and using her formidable skills to trip up purse-snatchers and scare off loan sharks.
In short, the relationship between Zhang Tianen and Ji Xiaolin, father and daughter, was deeply estranged because Zhang Tianen had abandoned his wife and daughter to Cultivate in the mountains, and due to Ji Xiyun's death, making it difficult for Ji Xiaolin to forgive Zhang Tianen.
…
"Old geezer, the ghost Rolls-Royce is parked downstairs, I'm taking Xiao Lin to fly!" Shen Anyu murmured the absurd, meme-like line to himself, a plan already beginning to form.
Shen Anyu pinched his chin, a smile he couldn't suppress appearing at the corners of his mouth. It was the predatory grin of a master strategist who had just discovered a fascinating new piece for his chessboard.
"Zhang Tianen, how about I help you protect your daughter, Ji Xiaolin?"
Looking at the photo of the bright, charming, long-legged Ji Xiaolin, Shen Anyu guessed with ninety-nine percent certainty that she was a Destined Heroine. Her vibrant spirit practically leaped off the screen.
Her complex background, her beauty and figure, her cultivation talent—it was basically a given. She was a textbook example, a nexus of fate and conflict, a prize waiting to be claimed. And her estranged, legendary father was the perfect entry point.
Afterward, Shen Anyu routinely handled various messages and affairs, especially information and calls from the Destined Heroines, needing to soothe them even when not by their side, and pondering how to find an entry point to approach Ji Xiaolin. Each woman was a different puzzle, requiring a unique touch, a careful balance of attention and distance to keep them all orbiting his star.
…
Meanwhile, in the adjacent suite.
Ding-a-ling, as the phone suddenly rang, its sharp chime cutting through the quiet morning air.
Zhou Luyao was startled awake, her heart jumping in her chest. She fumbled for her phone on the bedside table, blinking sleep from her eyes as she saw the caller ID. It was her mother.
"Mom, I'm fine, everything's good here in Hangzhou, how's your health? Did you see the money I transferred to you? I didn't do anything bad, I didn't do anything bad, the five million was given by my man, I've found a truly good man now, he's very good to me…"
"Not an old man, not an old man, he's young and handsome, I'm not being wronged, I've never seen anyone handsomer than my man, I'm very satisfied, very happy…" Her voice was a rapid-fire torrent of reassurance, trying to preempt the worried questions she knew were coming.
"Don't worry, he's not a swindler, I can't reveal his identity, but he's from a truly top-tier wealthy Family, not lacking money, he gives me thirty million a year, directly transferred to my bank card, by the bank…"
"Anyway, he said that if I follow him, I won't lack money, tell Dad to come back from the construction site too, no need to work so hard, go get a check-up, money is not an issue…"
"As for when I'll go home, it depends on the situation, I'll go back to visit once he leaves Hangzhou, now that we've just gotten together, while he still has that fresh feeling, I need to hold onto him even tighter…"
"Of course, if I can have his child, then I really won't have to worry for a lifetime, I'm trying hard…" A hopeful, calculating note entered her voice.
"I'll take care of myself, you guys can rest assured, I won't say more, hanging up now."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Luyao tossed her phone aside and excitedly rolled around in the vast, plush bed of the Hilton penthouse suite; her mood was excellent, better than the bright sunshine streaming through the windows. She giggled into the high-thread-count sheets, kicking her legs in the air with pure, unadulterated joy.
After rolling for a while, Zhou Luyao lazily stretched, arching her back like a contented cat and revealing her graceful, snake-like waist. The morning light caressed her skin, highlighting the new, radiant glow she possessed.
After being purified by Shen Anyu from a pure baby into a true woman, the already beautiful and enchanting Zhou Luyao now carried a striking charm in her brows. It was a subtle shift, a newfound confidence in her posture and a seductive depth in her eyes that hadn't been there before.
Her jade feet stepped on the carpet, she pulled open the curtains, and overlooked the bustling traffic and crowds below. The city of Hangzhou spread out before her like a miniature kingdom, the cars and people moving like ants, all so far beneath her.
Zhou Luyao felt an indescribable satisfaction and joy in her heart.
"This is life!" she whispered, her breath fogging the floor-to-ceiling window.
Standing in the most luxurious Hilton penthouse suite, staying in a room that cost tens of thousands a night, opening a bottle of red wine worth hundreds of thousands, and having all sorts of Chanel, Dior, Hermes luxury bags, clothes, and perfumes available whenever she wanted them. A closet filled with treasures she once could only dream of seeing in a magazine.
Compared to her past life squeezed into a cramped rental apartment, it was simply like heaven…
[Akarin's Note:
Enjoying the story? Dropping a quick review, comment, or Power Stone means the world to me and keeps these daily updates flowing!
Want to read 50 chapters ahead or just want to help keep a shameless translator alive? (My livelihood actually depends on this, haha 😭). You can support me directly here:
(P.S. Just remove the brackets and replace the [.] with a regular dot . to use the links!)
✨ Patreon (50 Advanced Chapters): patreon[.]com/AkarinTL
☕ Ko-fi (Support / Sponsor): ko-fi[.]com/AkarinTL
🔗 All My Links: linktr[.]ee/AkarinTL
Thank you so much for reading and keeping this project alive!]