Chapter 547: Mastering the Power, the Martial God Reaches the Heavens!
Shen Anyu's handsome face was filled with a deep smile, his eyes sparkling, and he was in a great mood.
At that time, Wu Shenyun would think she was the winner, but little did she know, she was still the loser, and losers had to pay a price.
A crisp, mechanical chime echoed directly within his consciousness, a sound more intimate than any external noise.
[Ding! Detected that the host's investment target, Yang Qiuchan, has entered the first level of Martial God Art, returning a layer of Martial God Art cultivation!]
The instant the notification faded, a torrent of pure, condensed energy surged from the void and poured into Shen Anyu's body. It was not a raw, chaotic force, but a refined stream of power, already imprinted with the foundational principles of the Martial God Art. It integrated seamlessly with his own reserves, a river flowing into the ocean, strengthening his foundation and polishing his meridians with a warm, potent current. The feedback was instantaneous and immense.
"Qiuchan has already broken through to the first level of Martial God Art in less than a day; as expected of someone with the special Physique, the Heavenly Sound Charming Body." A hint of joy flashed in Shen Anyu's eyes, though he wasn't too surprised. This outcome was well within his calculations, a proof of his discerning eye for talent.
Yang Qiuchan's special physique was no simple gift. In a high-level cultivation world like the Xuanhuang World, the Heavenly Sound Charming Body would be considered a heaven-sent treasure. Sects would wage war for a disciple possessing such a constitution. It didn't just grant a beautiful voice; it created a perfect resonance between the soul, the body, and the ambient spiritual energy of the world. This resonance allowed for an astonishingly rapid and pure cultivation process, minimizing bottlenecks and eliminating impurities.
Her cultivation speed was, by nature, extraordinary, surpassed only by the unique existence that was Susan. Even Yang Luoluo, the martial arts prodigy whose mind was a steel trap focused solely on combat, would be a fraction slower. Yang Qiuchan's path was one of harmony and natural accumulation.
Shen Anyu placed immense importance on her. She was not just a beautiful companion for this mortal world; she was a long-term investment, a future powerhouse. Once they ascended to the Xuanhuang World, her Heavenly Sound Charming Body would allow her to pivot from a martial artist to a true Cultivator with breathtaking speed. Of course, Shen Anyu had always possessed a broad vision. He wouldn't pour all his resources into one person and neglect the other Destined Heroines. Each of them was a child of destiny, kissed by fate and blessed with immense Luck. Their potential was staggering.
Naturally, realizing that potential depended on their own drive and the resources he was willing to invest. A genius still needed guidance and nourishment to flourish.
Yang Qiuchan's diligence, coupled with her innate talent, was already paying dividends. As her strength grew, the auxiliary effects of her Heavenly Sound Charming Body would become more pronounced. Shen Anyu could already feel a subtle change. The usual mental static of a modern world—the background noise of a thousand worries and schemes—was quieter around her. His thoughts were sharper, his focus more acute. He projected that as she grew stronger, her passive aura might eventually grant him a state of mind as clear and flawless as polished glass, a natural ward against the insidious whispers of inner demons and the corrupting influence of external evils. Such a boon was priceless for any cultivator.
"Let's go see Qiuchan first."
With a confident smile gracing his lips, Shen Anyu strode toward the master bedroom of the Hilton's presidential suite. Before he even touched the handle, he could feel it—a raw, untamed energy pressing against the door, making the air in the hallway feel thick and heavy.
He pushed the door open and entered.
The scene within was one of controlled devastation. Yang Qiuchan stood at the center of the room, rooted to the spot, her beautiful face a mask of utter shock and bewilderment. A powerful, almost visible aura radiated from her, pure and vigorous. She had clearly shattered the barrier to the Innate realm. The Martial God Art was a supreme technique; its very starting point was a realm martial artists on Earth chased for a lifetime. The energy it cultivated was incredibly pure and harmonious, without any of the violent side effects of lesser arts. If cultivated to its apex, its depths were as profound as the vastest sea, offering a path to "enter the Dao through martial arts"—a rare and coveted method of transcending mortality to become a true Cultivator.
Around her, the opulent suite was in ruins. A solid mahogany coffee table had been reduced to a pile of splinters, as if struck by a meteor. The delicate crystal lamps were now just glittering dust on the expensive carpet. The king-sized bed was tilted at a grotesque angle, one of its reinforced legs having punched clean through the floorboards. Spiderweb cracks radiated across the marble floor from where she stood, each line a proof of an uncontrolled pulse of power.
It was clear that Yang Qiuchan, having just experienced a monumental leap in power, had no grasp of her new strength. How could she? Less than twenty-four hours ago, she was an ordinary woman, not even a trained martial artist. Now, she possessed the terrifying might to tear lions apart and pulverize tigers with her bare hands. Such an abrupt transformation made fine control a near impossibility.
"Husband..." Yang Qiuchan heard his footsteps and snapped her head up. Her beautiful eyes, now shimmering with a newfound internal light, were wide with apprehension. Her small face was a picture of timid panic. "Do I... Do I have to pay for the damages?"
How much could it possibly cost to repair a Hilton presidential suite, especially one this thoroughly wrecked? The thought alone made her dizzy.
Shen Anyu couldn't help but let out a warm laugh. Seeing her terrified expression, the contrast between the destructive power she now wielded and her timid, worried demeanor was indescribably adorable.
He walked toward her, his steps untroubled by the debris. "It's fine," he said, his voice a soothing balm. "Your husband has plenty of assets. I'm not afraid of a spendthrift wife."
"Who's a spendthrift wife?"
Hearing his teasing tone, the gentle Yang Qiuchan managed a playful glare, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. She hadn't done it on purpose. But his casual dismissal of the cost filled her heart with a sweet, secure warmth. After so long, she finally had someone to rely on, a pillar of strength, a loving man who would shield her from the wind and rain. The gloomy, hopeless days of her disfigurement felt like a lifetime ago, a dark dream from which she had finally awoken.
"Husband, thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You've given Qiuchan a new life."
She looked up at him, her eyes shining with a deep, tender affection that was almost worshipful. It was Shen Anyu who had healed her scars, restoring her beauty. And it was Shen Anyu who had bestowed upon her this incredible power, opening her eyes to a world she never knew existed.
Feeling the potent, thrumming energy coursing through her veins, Yang Qiuchan felt an absolute certainty that she could shatter a boulder with a single punch. From a weak girl with no strength to speak of, to a Female War God in the making—all in less than a day.
"Between us, why talk about thanks?" Shen Anyu stepped closer, taking her small, delicate hand in his. Her skin was warm and radiated a subtle power. He gave her a mischievous smile. "If you really want to thank me, why not help me cultivate?"
Yang Qiuchan nodded repeatedly, her expression earnest and obedient. "Husband, what should I do to help you?"
"That's simple. You don't need to do much, just like before," he said, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. "However, for now, you should focus on stabilizing your cultivation. You still can't control your strength well. It wouldn't be good if you accidentally hurt your uncle and aunt or anyone else."
His words were gentle, a practical reminder that brought her back to earth.
"Husband still considers things so thoroughly." Hearing this, Yang Qiuchan's beautiful eyes filled with admiration. He was right. Crushing teacups and cracking floors were minor inconveniences. Accidentally injuring her parents in a moment of carelessness was a terrifying thought. It was a small but significant drawback of gaining power so suddenly. If it had been someone like Yang Luoluo or Liu Ruyan, who had trained since childhood, their muscle memory and refined control would have made this transition far smoother.
"Husband, is this the power of the Innate stage?" Coming back to her senses, Yang Qiuchan couldn't suppress her childlike curiosity. "In just one day, Qiuchan has gained the strength to fight lions and tigers."
"Not just that." Shen Anyu looked at her eager, curious face and explained patiently, his voice painting a grand picture for her. "This is also the power of the Martial God Art. The Innate stage of this art is leagues beyond any ordinary Innate stage. And as you progress, the gap will only widen. Even the Land Immortal realm, a pinnacle that few in this world see in a century, is not the end of the Martial God Art. Its ultimate goal is to cultivate a Martial God, to use the perfected physical form to comprehend the Great Dao and become a true Cultivator. At that time, you will be truly free, able to roam the mortal world unconstrained."
Listening to Shen Anyu's grand explanation, a look of longing and anticipation bloomed in Yang Qiuchan's eyes. But then, she tightened her grip on his large hand, her gaze softening into one of deep, unwavering affection. A sweet smile touched her lips. "Qiuchan doesn't care about ruling the world. I only hope to be happily and sweetly together with my husband, forever."
Such profound devotion from a peerless beauty was a potent thing.
Shen Anyu naturally didn't stand on ceremony. After spending some time guiding her, helping her learn to rein in her explosive new strength and gain a basic level of control, he fully enjoyed all the tenderness she had to offer.
Afterward, Shen Anyu took Yang Qiuchan to Hangzhou. Staying in a hotel, no matter how luxurious, was not a long-term solution. He purchased a lavish villa for her in the famous Jinxiu Mountain Villa district.
Of course, with his typical flair, Shen Anyu didn't just buy one. He bought an entire row of adjacent villas. Besides Yang Qiuchan, Zhou Luyao was quietly moved into the one next door. His plan was simple and effective: if he acquired other Destined Heroines based in Hangzhou, he could arrange for each to have her own private residence, ensuring they remained unaware of one another's existence.
A full staff of servants, chefs, and highly-trained security guards was deployed to each occupied residence, ensuring their comfort and safety.
Shen Anyu always tried his best to take proper care of every Destined Heroine in his collection. Even with their favorability scores maxed out and locked, he refused to become complacent or disrespectful. True control was not about letting things slide.
Besides, for Young Master Shen, this level of expenditure was trivial. The entire Jinxiu Mountain Villa development was, after all, an asset under the Shen Corporation's umbrella.
After settling Yang Qiuchan into her new home, Shen Anyu made his way to the villa next door to find Zhou Luyao.
On the other side of the city.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Shen Anyu, you scumbag! Shen Anyu, you absolute scumbag! He actually forgot! He thought it was a dream! He really didn't come to find me! He really treated it as just a dream!"
Ji Xiaolin was seething, pacing back and forth in her penthouse apartment. Her signature high ponytail whipped through the air with the ferocity of her movements, a physical manifestation of her fury.
How could he? How could he just dismiss what happened between them as a mere dream, acting as if nothing had happened at all? The sheer audacity was infuriating!
"No," she stopped abruptly, her eyes flashing with a dangerous light. "I have to go find Shen Anyu and make him take responsibility!"
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