Chapter 844: Are You Teaching Me How to Do Things?
Previously, when dealing with Xiao Qingtian—that meddlesome master of Xiao Fan who possessed a Treasure Artifact—Shen Anyu had unleashed the Two-Aspects Life-Death Mystical Light. That terrifying divine ability had completely drained his accumulated reserves of death energy.
It was an incredibly potent technique, one capable of directly shaving away an opponent's lifespan. It bypassed defenses and allowed him to slaughter enemies far above his own cultivation level. Truly, it was the ultimate weapon against ancient fossils. However, the technique came with a steep price. Without a reservoir of death energy to draw from, it would cannibalize his own lifespan to fuel its power.
Unless pushed to the absolute brink, Shen Anyu had no intention of burning his own time in this world.
Fortunately, he had plenty of other methods to dismantle this old fossil, Qinghong. Besides, he still had to keep Chen Yuhua on her toes. 'Chen Yuhua, you wouldn't want to suffer the bitter cold of the Ice Soul on the night of the full moon, would you?'
"Old fossil, let me show you what true power looks like!" Shen Anyu let out a resonant laugh, his posture heroic and entirely unrestrained. In the next breath, he ignited his Supreme Pure Yang Holy Body.
A torrential flood of pure, unadulterated Yang energy erupted through his meridians, surging into his organs, limbs, and bones. His entire figure became bathed in a blinding, immaculate holy light, radiating an oppressive heat as if a miniature sun had descended upon the mortal realm.
'My Yang energy is running dangerously hot right now.' The moment the physique activated, a primal, aggressive urge washed over him—an overwhelming desire to either crush an enemy with his bare hands or drag someone into bed.
"This is..." Chen Yuhua's perpetually tranquil expression finally cracked, her phoenix eyes locking onto his glowing silhouette.
"A Pure Yang physique. This complicates things," Elder Qinghong muttered, his face twisting into an ugly scowl. As a being currently saturated with death energy, he possessed a natural, instinctual dread of Pure Yang cultivation methods. They were his absolute bane.
"Hmph, do not think you are the only one holding trump cards!"
Elder Qinghong sneered. With a sweeping gesture of his withered hand, the ruined remnants of the ancient pavilion behind him violently exploded. A streak of crimson light tore through the dust, halting abruptly in mid-air before him. It was a magnificent set of crimson Dao Artifact armor, its surface carefully carved with majestic divine dragons that seemed to pulse with life.
"Flaming Dragon Armor?" Lin Qingqing's eyes lit up with excitement. "That looks amazing."
"A Dao Artifact?" Chen Yuhua's gaze sharpened. Shen Anyu was in genuine danger now.
Basking in the shocked stares of the onlookers, Elder Qinghong affectionately patted the crimson plating. He leveled a sinister, mocking grin at Shen Anyu.
"This Scarlet Dragon Dao Armor was nurtured by your very own Heavenly Emperor Palace, fed with my own flesh and blood essence. Hehe, did you really think I would leave such a priceless treasure entirely in their hands? I planted a hidden backdoor in its core long ago, waiting for the perfect moment to slaughter my wardens and break free."
He spread his arms, reveling in his perceived victory. "Today, you will be crushed by the supreme treasure of your own sect. Consider it a fitting grave! If a Dao Seed blessed with a Pure Yang physique perishes here, those ancient relics in the Heavenly Emperor Palace will surely weep blood..."
Elder Qinghong's tone dripped with sadistic playfulness. He waited, fully expecting to see the crushing weight of despair dawn on Shen Anyu's face. So what if the boy had a Pure Yang physique? Could a mere junior possibly shatter a Dao Artifact and harm the master inside?
With a deafening crash, before the old man could even finish his gloating sentence, a devastating force slammed into his chest. Elder Qinghong was launched backward like a broken kite, soaring hundreds of feet through the air before violently crashing into the mountain wall. Cascading rubble instantly buried his battered frame.
"Have you never learned that villains always die from talking too much?" Shen Anyu scoffed, casually retracting his fist. The knuckles were still wreathed in a volatile halo of Pure Yang holy light.
To stand around monologuing in the middle of a death match—this old fossil had clearly been sealed away until his brain rotted!
A chorus of giggles erupted from the women, and even the usually stoic Chen Yuhua found the corners of her lips twitching upward.
"You insolent brat!" Elder Qinghong roared, bursting from the shattered rocks in a frenzy of rage. He lunged forward, desperate to merge with the floating Scarlet Dragon Dao Armor.
Shen Anyu didn't even blink. He pivoted, delivering a brutal, sweeping kick that launched the elder back into the sky. Before Qinghong could even begin his descent, Shen Anyu vanished, reappearing directly above him. He drove a glowing fist down toward the elder's skull, while his free hand reached out, using a suction force to snatch the Scarlet Dragon Dao Armor from afar.
Realizing he was outmatched in pure speed, Elder Qinghong refused to yield. Instead of retreating, he gritted his teeth and launched himself upward, attempting to ram his body directly into Shen Anyu to knock him away from the armor's trajectory.
A cornered beast was still dangerous, and Qinghong's explosive speed was terrifying. Without relying on instant transmission, both Shen Anyu and Chen Yuhua were momentarily outpaced.
Seeing the old man hurtling toward him, a flash of dark amusement danced in Shen Anyu's eyes. The Pure Yang holy light surrounding him flared with blinding intensity.
Qinghong sneered inwardly. He had fully anticipated that the boy would try to use the holy light to repel him. But he was no ordinary wandering spirit; he was a former Nascent Soul cultivator who had transitioned into a ghost cultivator. Even if the Pure Yang energy countered him, he could endure a brief—
"Ahhh!"
An agonizing shriek tore from Elder Qinghong's throat. His body violently recoiled, staggering back more than ten feet as he stared at Shen Anyu in absolute terror. The searing heat of the Pure Yang energy was actively melting his supposedly indestructible Dao Body.
Shen Anyu's handsome face bore a relaxed, easy smile as his fingers closed firmly around the cold metal of the Scarlet Dragon Dao Armor. "Good stuff."
A Dao Artifact of this caliber could render its wearer virtually invincible on the battlefield.
"Did he win?" Liu Ruyan and the other women exchanged thrilled glances. Though the intricacies of the clash went over their heads, it was blatantly obvious that Shen Anyu was dominating the fight.
'Shen Anyu's Pure Yang holy light... the sheer output is completely abnormal.'
Chen Yuhua's sharp instincts picked up on the discrepancy. Pure Yang physiques were divided into strict tiers. An ordinary Pure Yang Holy Body could never suppress a monster like Qinghong so effortlessly. His physique had to be of an unfathomably high grade.
Nine represented the absolute zenith of Yang. To even claim the title of a Pure Yang Holy Body, one had to reach the Three-Nine threshold. If a cultivator possessed a Six-Nine Pure Yang Holy Body, they would be guaranteed the position of Holy Son even within the most ancient, ten-thousand-year-old sacred lands.
'Is it a Six-Nine Pure Yang Holy Body? Or perhaps... the legendary Nine-Nine Pure Yang Holy Body?'
Recalling the terrifying celestial phenomenon she had witnessed back in Hangzhou—the manifestation of a Golden Crow illuminating the heavens like a second sun—Chen Yuhua fell into deep contemplation.
Shen Anyu easily deduced the track of her thoughts and chuckled inwardly. His physique was leagues beyond a mere Nine-Nine Pure Yang Holy Body. It was the Supreme Pure Yang Holy Body, an existence utterly unmatched across the eons.
"I refuse to accept this!"
Elder Qinghong's eyes were bloodshot, his pale face twisted into a mask of pure malice. It was one thing to be defeated by a Nascent Soul ancestor from the Heavenly Emperor Palace, but to be humiliated by a mere junior at the Qi Refining Stage? Unforgivable.
Rumble!
Without warning, Elder Qinghong's entire physical form detonated. He sacrificed his Dao Body—a vessel he had painstakingly cultivated for a thousand years—igniting every last drop of his essence, qi, blood, and soul to manifest a shocking crimson rainbow that shot straight toward Shen Anyu.
"Shen Anyu, dodge! He's trying to seize your body!" Chen Yuhua realized the catastrophic danger in an instant. Her voice cracked like a whip as she surged forward at maximum speed. If a Nascent Soul monster successfully hijacked Shen Anyu's body, the consequences would be apocalyptic.
"Trying to seize my body?" Shen Anyu saw through the desperate gambit immediately and let out a cold scoff.
Attempting to possess a man armed with both a Supreme Pure Yang Holy Body and a God-Tier Soul Shield was like carrying a lantern into an outhouse—purely courting death!
Shen Anyu merely offered a faint, chilling smile. He clenched his right fist, the skin turning as flawless and translucent as polished jade. The Pure Yang holy light erupted like a descending sun as he threw a seemingly casual punch.
The horrifying crimson rainbow, carrying the entirety of Elder Qinghong's thousand-year legacy, evaporated into thin air the moment it touched the scorching radiance.
How could any lingering spirit, ghost, or malevolent entity possibly withstand the unbridled glory of the great sun?
"Shen Anyu, don't you..." Chen Yuhua's phoenix eyes widened slightly, her reprimand dying in her throat as she skidded to a halt.
Shen Anyu slowly turned his head to look at her. The ambient heat in the air spiked, heavy with an intoxicating, dangerous tension. His eyes were dark, burning with an overwhelming surplus of Yang energy.
"Are you teaching me how to do things?" he asked, his voice dropping into a domineering, velvet register. "Say one more word, and I'll make you cry dry."
The primal fire in his chest was roaring, and his patience for restraint had officially burned out.
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