Chapter 271: The Innocent Goddess Falls! A Private Reward in the Car!
What does it mean to guide a girl with no martial arts foundation to the [Innate Realm] in just two months?
It was like a god descending to the mortal world, turning stone into gold, and transforming the decayed into the miraculous!
Yang Luoluo originally thought that the expert senior she had met in her childhood was already an incredible existence; even figures like her parents and her grandfather treated that person with the utmost respect.
But the incredibly young and handsome Shen Anyu before her had actually accomplished such an unbelievable feat.
How could Yang Luoluo not be shocked? It completely overturned her worldview!
Shen Anyu felt Yang Luoluo's astonished gaze lingering on him. Inside, he was quite pleased with the reaction, though his face remained as calm as an ancient well, revealing nothing.
However, in reality, achieving this was not as heaven-defying as it appeared.
On one hand, Su Hongmian herself possessed excellent [Aptitude] and worked with desperate diligence. On the other hand, there were plenty of high-grade elixirs provided by him, and absolutely no lack of top-tier [Cultivation Techniques]. These conditions were all indispensable pillars of her success.
Shen Anyu's personal "guidance" didn't actually play the decisive role she imagined.
For example, that little vixen Liu Mi had very poor martial arts [Aptitude]. She was also naturally lazy, unwilling to [Cultivate] diligently because she feared that the rough training would ruin her fair and tender skin, making Shen Anyu dislike her. She was very resistant to practicing martial arts, so even with the help of the same elixirs, she was still hovering at the level of a weakling.
Elixirs were merely aids; they needed to be absorbed and refined by the user's own will. Without the drive to strengthen oneself, even a divine pill would be wasted.
However, Shen Anyu naturally wouldn't expose this truth. Why would he? Su Hongmian was currently vigorously praising her man, acting as the perfect wingman. Her adoration was completely capturing Yang Luoluo, the martial arts-obsessed beauty, and rapidly increasing her favorability toward him.
[Ding! Detected Child of Destiny Yang Luoluo favorability +10. Reward: Plundered +30,000 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! Detected Child of Destiny Yang Luoluo favorability +10. Reward: Plundered +30,000 Destiny Value!]
...
The system notifications chimed pleasantly in his mind. Before long, Yang Luoluo's total favorability had already surged past the fifty mark—a dangerous threshold where curiosity began to transform into admiration.
Yang Luoluo looked at Shen Anyu with the gaze she would usually reserve for a [Grandmaster] expert or a highly venerable [Senior]. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of reverence and hesitation. Finally, she mustered her courage, cupped her hands respectfully, and bowed.
"Senior Shen... can you give Luo Luo some guidance?"
Her voice was soft but eager, tinged with the desperation of someone hitting a wall. "Luo Luo's cultivation has been stuck at the [Innate Realm - Peak] for a year or two now. No matter how hard I try, I haven't been able to find the feeling or the opportunity to break through to become a [Martial Arts Grandmaster]!"
She took a half-step forward, looking up at him like a devout believer seeing a deity.
"If you can help me, Luo Luo will be eternally grateful and will definitely repay you!"
At this point, fearing that Shen Anyu would refuse her request, Yang Luoluo's bright, expectant eyes locked onto Shen Anyu's face anxiously. They were watery and clear, appearing as if they could speak directly to one's soul, pleading for a chance.
Shen Anyu smiled faintly—a smile that was polite yet distant, carrying the arrogant reserve of a superior being. He shook his head gently.
"I have a date with my girlfriend later, so I don't have time. Perhaps if fate allows, I can guide you in the future."
The rejection was decisive. He didn't wait for her to plead further. With that, Shen Anyu reached out, took Su Hongmian's soft, small hand, and strode away toward the parking lot without looking back.
Playing hard to get was a classic tactic, but against a martial arts idiot like Yang Luoluo, it was a lethal poison.
Yang Luoluo stood frozen in place. Her cute and pretty doll-like face immediately crumbled into dejection. She watched his back disappear, feeling a sense of loss she couldn't quite explain. She walked over to a corner and squatted down, holding her head in her hands, drawing circles on the ground with her finger.
"Two tigers, two tigers, run fast..."
Her phone's ringtone—a childish nursery rhyme—broke the silence. Yang Luoluo sighed, quickly pulled her phone from her pocket, and answered it.
"Young Miss, why did you disappear so quickly? The family head explicitly told me to protect you! Why did you sneak off again? If the family head finds out I lost you, I'll be punished again! Have pity on poor Mo!"
A frantic female voice crackled from the other end.
Yang Luoluo stuck out her tongue guiltily, looking around to ensure no one saw her embarrassment. "Mo, I'm sorry, I won't sneak off again. I just heard that Modu University has a Martial Arts Association, and their president is quite formidable, so I was curious and came to take a look."
Mo, on the other end of the phone, let out a sigh of relief before laughing. "No university Martial Arts Association president is as formidable as our Young Miss. You're a prodigy!"
"But I lost," Yang Luoluo whispered.
"What?"
The voice on the other end spiked in pitch. Mo was clearly greatly startled, the sound of a chair scraping against the floor indicating she had abruptly stood up.
The Yang Family was a prestigious military and martial arts family, a titan in the Jiangnan region. They possessed countless experts and held a prominent position that few dared to challenge. Looking at the vast Yanxia nation, they were extremely close to the top tier, only slightly inferior to giants like the An Family and a handful of other supreme military families.
And Yang Luoluo? She was the crown jewel, the most talented monster among the younger generation of the Yang Family. She had once met an expert [Senior] who took her as a disciple and guided her foundations. Now, at less than twenty years old, she was already at the [Innate Realm - Peak] and possessed the combat prowess to fight against [Grandmaster] experts beyond her level.
How could the president of a mere university club possibly defeat her?
"It wasn't exactly the Modu University Martial Arts Association president who defeated me..." Yang Luoluo corrected, her voice filled with a complex emotion.
Listening to Yang Luoluo's vague explanation, Mo's head spun with confusion. Suddenly, her expression changed, turning sharp and cold.
"Did someone use some sinister plot to defeat you, Young Miss? Poison? Hidden weapons?"
Mo's tone turned grim, killing intent leaking through the phone. Yang Luoluo was the Yang Family's little darling, pampered immensely by everyone from the elders to the guards. If anyone dared to use dirty tricks against her, the Yang Family would burn their entire lineage to the ground.
"No, it's not like that! Mo, listen to me..."
Subsequently, Yang Luoluo recounted everything that had just happened, detail by detail—the challenge, Su Hongmian's sudden strength, and the mysterious man behind her.
"That very young and handsome Senior Shen is really amazing. He guided a girl who couldn't practice martial arts to break through to the [Innate Realm] in just two months..."
Yang Luoluo's face flushed slightly as she recalled his calm demeanor. Her voice was full of unadulterated admiration.
Mo, however, sneered coldly on the other end.
"Impossible. Young Miss, that person must be a swindler. The martial arts path is arduous; how could he guide a girl with zero foundation to the [Innate Realm] in two months? Even the legendary [Land Immortals] couldn't do that so casually!"
"Young Miss, tell me that person's name and appearance. I'll find someone to investigate him immediately. That person is approaching you with such a 'playing hard to get' tactic; he definitely has ill intentions."
Yang Luoluo puffed out her cheeks, feeling wronged on Shen Anyu's behalf. She felt that the handsome older brother was not a swindler—his aura was too noble, too pure. But under Mo's repeated, nagging urging, she reluctantly gave in.
"His name seems to be Shen Anyu. My memory isn't very good, but it should be that. He's very good-looking... the best-looking person I've ever seen..."
...
Meanwhile, inside the ultra-luxury extended version of the Rolls-Royce Phantom.
Smack!
The crisp sound of lips meeting cheek echoed in the quiet cabin.
Su Hongmian stood on her tiptoes—or rather, leaned over the center console—and kissed Shen Anyu's cheek affectionately. Her eyes were curved into crescents of pure joy.
"This is your reward, you deserve praise!" she chirped, her voice dripping with sweetness.
Su Hongmian had originally thought that Shen Anyu, this habitual philanderer, was going to take the opportunity to flirt with Yang Luoluo. That girl was undeniably cute, with a fresh, innocent vibe that men usually couldn't resist. But he had actually rejected her plea and left directly with Su Hongmian!
This choice made her feel chosen. It made her feel like the priority. She was overjoyed, her heart swelling with incredible happiness.
Shen Anyu sat back against the leather seat, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. He turned his head, his dark eyes locking onto her flushed face with a predatory gleam.
"This reward... isn't enough," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming husky and dangerous.
Su Hongmian's heart skipped a beat. She saw the fire in his eyes—a familiar, scorching heat that made her knees weak.
Shen Anyu looked at Su Hongmian amusedly. He pressed a button on the console, raising the soundproof privacy partition that separated the rear cabin from the driver's seat. The world outside was instantly cut off.
"Drive to the Riverside Quiet Zone. Do not stop until I say so," he instructed the female driver through the intercom before cutting the connection.
Su Hongmian bit her lip, her eyes misty and looking like pools of spring water. She knew exactly what was about to happen, and her body was already reacting, betraying her.
"A-An'yu... here?" she whispered, her voice trembling not with fear, but with anticipation.
"Come here," Shen Anyu commanded softly, tapping his thigh.
Su Hongmian didn't hesitate. Like a moth drawn to a flame, she moved. The space in the extended Phantom was massive, allowing her to easily maneuver. She crawled over the seat, her long, slender legs—the pride of the Su Family—shimmering under the ambient cabin lighting.
Shen Anyu's hand reached out, grabbing her by her slender waist and pulling her effortlessly into his lap.
"Ah!" Su Hongmian gasped as she collided with his solid chest. The scent of him—a mix of cold cologne and aggressive masculinity—enveloped her instantly, making her dizzy.
"You did well today," Shen Anyu whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "You maintained the dignity of the Shen Family's woman. For that, you deserve a real reward."
His hand slid up her thigh, the friction of his palm against the sheer fabric of her stockings sending electric shocks straight to her spine. Su Hongmian buried her face in his neck, inhaling deeply, her breathing becoming ragged.
"An'yu... love me..." she pleaded softly, all her arrogance as a female CEO melting away into a puddle of submission.
Shen Anyu chuckled darkly. He didn't rush. He treated her body like a fine instrument, playing every chord perfectly. His fingers traced the curve of her spine, causing her to arch her back instinctively, pressing her softness firmly against him.
The atmosphere in the car became thick and heavy, saturated with the scent of pheromones.
"Look at me," he ordered.
Su Hongmian lifted her head, her face flushed a deep crimson, her eyes glazed and unfocused. Her lips were slightly parted, inviting him.
Shen Anyu captured her lips in a searing, dominant kiss. It wasn't gentle; it was a conquest. He plundered her sweetness, demanding everything she had. Su Hongmian wrapped her arms around his neck, responding with equal fervor, her nails digging into his shoulders.
The temperature in the car seemed to rise by ten degrees. The sound of their intertwined breathing and the friction of clothes filled the small, private space.
Shen Anyu's hand moved with practiced ease. The expensive fabric of her dress was no obstacle. When his warm hand finally made direct contact with her skin, Su Hongmian let out a muffled moan into his mouth, her body trembling violently.
"You are mine, Hongmian. Remember that," Shen Anyu growled against her lips, his voice possessive and absolute.
"Yours... I'm only yours..." she sobbed out, completely lost in the waves of pleasure he was skillfully orchestrating.
The luxury car cruised smoothly along the riverside, the suspension absorbing every bump, but inside the rear cabin, a storm was raging. It was a primal dance of dominance and submission, a testament to Shen Anyu's absolute control over his woman. He didn't just conquer her body; he branded her soul with his presence, ensuring that she could never look at another man again.
...
A long time later.
The car had stopped in a quiet, secluded area. The air inside the cabin was still thick with the lingering musk of the aftermath.
Shen Anyu's emotions were stable, and his breathing had long returned to normal. He sat composedly, his clothes straightened, looking as noble and untouched as ever.
Beside him, Su Hongmian lay curled up on the seat like a lazy, satisfied cat, her hair disheveled and her face still glowing with a rosy hue. She was fast asleep, exhausted but with a blissful smile on her lips.
Shen Anyu's expression was calm as he flipped through the documents in his hand.
It was the detailed intelligence report on Yang Luoluo.
He had just instructed his subordinates to investigate information on Yang Luoluo, the destined heroine. Specifically, he wanted to investigate the men around her to see if he could find traces of the [Child of Destiny] associated with her.
As for not making further contact with Yang Luoluo before, it was because knowing yourself and your enemy leads to victory in every battle. Shen Anyu preferred to know more information before making further moves. He needed to be prepared and stable.
Besides, keeping her in suspense was also good. He, Shen Anyu, wasn't some cheap person who would offer guidance just because he was asked; wouldn't that be very undignified?
"Yang Luoluo, nineteen years and seven months old, a freshman at Modu Dandai University, from the foremost military and martial arts family in Jiangnan—the Yang Family..."
He scanned the lines rapidly, his mind processing the data.
"Eh?"
Flipping through the material, Shen Anyu suddenly let out a soft exclamation, his eyes narrowing slightly as they landed on a specific paragraph at the bottom of the page.
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