Chapter 565: Bai Bing, Please, Ancestor, Go to Your Death!
"The consumption of various Medicinal Pills is quite high."
An'yu's eyes flickered. During this period of secluded cultivation, he consumed many Medicinal Pills. The hundred-year zhu fruit was completely eaten, and the thousand-year jade snow lotus was also directly swallowed. Of course, the benefits were immense.
Not only did his Martial Path Realm reach Land Immortal, but his Immortal Dao cultivation also reached the tenth level of the Qi Refinement Stage. He was not far from the Perfection of the twelfth level of the Qi Refinement Stage. A mere two levels separated him from the threshold of a new existence, a realm where he could truly begin to call himself a cultivator. The fusion of these two paths within him created a power that defied conventional classification. His body was a crucible, forging a new kind of strength from the union of martial might and nascent immortal energy.
Furthermore, with An'yu's current comprehensive strength in all aspects—Martial Path, Immortal Dao, Steel Body, psychic power, supernatural abilities, and so on—an ordinary Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator might not be his opponent. An enemy at that level might possess purer spiritual energy, but Shen Anyu's physical vessel was an unbreakable fortress, his martial techniques were honed to a killing edge, and his combat instincts were those of a predator who had walked through countless battlefields.
A Land Immortal, in terms of combat power alone, is already comparable to the Early Stage and Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment. Such an existence was a living legend, a terrestrial god walking the mortal plane.
In a mundane world like this, he is almost invincible. The very concept of conventional warfare became a meaningless joke in his presence. A hail of bullets would sublimate into molten metal dozens of meters away, vaporized by the sheer pressure of his protective aura. Supersonic missiles, screaming through the air at Mach speeds, would find their guidance systems fried and their trajectories warped by the subtle distortion of space around him, curving harmlessly away to detonate against some distant, unfortunate mountain. Unless a true weapon of mass destruction, a nuclear bomb, was used for bombardment, An'yu would barely lose a hair, unable to be harmed in the slightest. The raw force of a nuclear detonation might scorch the earth and boil the seas, but it would merely be an inconvenience against his perfected form. This doesn't even account for his trump cards like the Divine-Grade Steel Body, which rendered his flesh tougher than any known alloy; the Love Infinite Teleport, which allowed him to traverse reality with a single thought; and the resurrection stone soul ring, a final, absolute guarantee against death itself. With those, he would be even stronger, a true immortal sovereign in a world of fragile mortals.
Young Master Shen has an astonishing number of trump cards. Each one was a cheat, a defiance of logic that could turn any desperate situation on its head.
Even if Immortal Doctor Lu Ran's remnant soul were to revive and return to his peak state, a terrifying existence that had once stood at the apex of cultivation in this world, An'yu could still put up a fight. He wouldn't just survive; he would clash head-on, his fists meeting ancient arts with the raw, untamed power he now commanded. The thought brought a dangerous glint to his eyes.
"I'm in a good mood, time to reward myself and enjoy life." A slow, self-satisfied smile spread across his face. Power was pointless if not enjoyed.
An'yu took out his phone and saw a cascade of dense messages from Susan, Su Hongmian, Yang Qiuchan, Ye Liyou, Zhou Luyao, Liu Ruyan, Zhong Lingyin, Yang Luoluo, Qin Ningbing, Lin Keqing, Luo Yuhe, and other Destined Heroines, as well as relatives like An Zhiyue. They had sent many messages, each one a thread of concern and affection. His lock screen was a digital tapestry of their worries.
Fortunately, An'yu learned from his previous Breakthrough to the Heavenly Human Realm and gave them advance notice. That chaotic event had nearly given him a headache. Otherwise, like Susan, who had an almost preternatural sense for his well-being, they would probably have rushed over directly, ready to storm his retreat with a mix of anxiety and demands. The various Destined Heroines were undoubtedly very worried, their imaginations likely running wild with all sorts of disastrous scenarios.
"I need to comfort them properly."
An'yu's lips curled into a slight, roguish smile. 'And what better way to comfort them than with a personal visit?' he thought. With a flicker of his figure, a movement so swift it didn't even displace the air, he disappeared from his spot. He used Love Infinite Teleport, stepping through the fabric of space itself, moving between places as easily as a man walking from one room to the next, ready to stir up a flurry of excitement and relieve their pent-up anxieties.
At the same time, elsewhere, in a remote and forgotten corner of the world.
A black-robed figure stepped into the deep mountains and ancient forests. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, a primordial silence hanging heavy under the canopy. She looked up, her gaze cutting through the mist to fall upon an ancient castle nestled within the mountains, a stone behemoth clinging to the cliffs like a predator in its lair. Her eyes were chips of ice, reflecting the cold, hard granite of the fortress.
"After today, there will be no more Bai Assassin Clan in this world!"
This voice, like a winter thunderclap, was not a mere shout. It was a declaration infused with devastating power. It swept across the four directions, carried by a potent wave of Martial Path True Essence that spread everywhere, shaking the very foundations of the mountain. Ancient trees trembled violently, shedding their leaves in a sudden, unnatural autumn shower. Before the leaves could even touch the ground, the sheer force in the air instantly pulverized them into a fine, green mist. The world itself seemed to flinch from her wrath.
"Who's there!"
Angry and startled voices erupted from within the fortress walls. The pronouncement had bypassed all their defenses, striking their ears like a physical blow. Immediately, a storm of agile figures, male and female, old and young, leaped out from the ancient castle in the deep mountains. They moved with the silent, fluid grace of lifelong assassins, landing on battlements and courtyards without a sound. All held weapons—gleaming daggers, short swords, and poisoned needles—their killing intent surging like a black tide as they glared at the lone black-robed figure.
Bai Xingzhi, the Bai Family Patriarch, stood at the forefront, his expression grim and solemn as he stared at the intruder. He cupped his hands in a formal, yet wary, greeting.
"Your Excellency, who are you? Do you have a grudge with my Bai Clan?"
He was extremely wary in his heart. The tranquility of their ancestral home had been shattered. As a Grandmaster Peak expert, a formidable warrior in his own right, he could feel the astonishing aura of the newcomer. It was a pressure that felt like a mountain pressing down on his soul, a power so vast and profound it was utterly extraordinary.
Furthermore, he was confused and perplexed. The Bai Clan headquarters was their greatest secret, a location passed down through generations, hidden from the world by arrays and natural barriers. It was always unknown to outsiders. How could it have been found? The security of this place was absolute.
As for seeking revenge on the Bai Clan, he was not surprised by this. As an assassin family, the Bai Clan had killed countless people over the centuries. Their hands were stained with the blood of nobles, generals, and rival cultivators. It was not surprising for avengers to appear at their doorstep.
However, the fact that a Heavenly Human expert had come to seek revenge made his heart sink into a pit of ice. This was not an avenger; this was an extinction-level event.
The black-robed figure did not even look at Bai Xingzhi, the Bai Family Patriarch. In her eyes, he was less than an insect. Her gaze remained coldly fixed on the deepest, most fortified part of the ancient castle, the place where true power resided.
"Bai Bing, please ask the Ancestor to appear!"
Boom!
As the voice fell, the air around the black-robed figure erupted. A violent current of energy surged outwards, lifting her hood and casting it back. The cloth fell away to reveal a face of stunning, frigid beauty and a lithe, graceful figure. Yet, anyone who looked at her felt a profound chill seep into their heart. What an incredibly cold and murderous demeanor. The killing intent pouring from her was so pure and so intense that even the air couldn't withstand the extreme cold, emitting faint, crisp sounds as molecules of water vapor flash-froze and shattered.
"Bai Bing!!!"
Upon seeing this familiar face, Bai Xingzhi and the other Bai Clan members were filled with a mixture of profound shock and uncontrollable fury, unable to believe their eyes. This was impossible. This was their own blood, turned against them.
"Bai Bing, you wicked creature! You killed your second uncle and so many people from the Bai Clan, yet you still don't surrender and await your punishment!" Bai Xingzhi's face was ashen, a mask of rage and betrayal as he harshly reprimanded her. The words tore from his throat, a father condemning his own daughter.
Bai Bing did not even look at Bai Xingzhi, her biological father. Her gaze remained as it was, unmoving, coldly fixed on the depths of the ancient castle. To her, he was just another ghost of a painful past.
The next moment, a burly figure stepped through the air, his feet treading on nothing as if it were solid ground. It was an old man, aged and frail in appearance, but his eyes were sharp and glittering with a malevolent light, and his entire demeanor was sinister. He landed silently in the courtyard, his feet making no sound on the ancient stones.
Bai Wuqing, the Bai Family Ancestor, Bai Bing's grandfather, and the one who personally killed her birth mother.
Seeing the Bai Family Ancestor appear, Bai Xingzhi trembled, a reflexive fear gripping him that showed the immense, absolute authority Bai Wuqing commanded. He quickly bowed his head and spoke, his voice laced with subservience.
"Father, I will immediately kill this wicked creature, Bai Bing, so as not to offend your eyes."
Bai Wuqing, however, raised a hand, a single gesture that stopped Bai Xingzhi cold. He looked at Bai Bing, his sharp eyes narrowed, a flicker of surprise and uncertainty in their depths.
"You... you've broken through to the Heavenly Human Realm?"
What?
Bai Bing broke through to the Heavenly Human Realm?
When Bai Wuqing's words fell, a stunned silence descended upon the courtyard. Bai Xingzhi and the other Bai Clan members were all dumbfounded, their minds reeling from the impossible declaration.
"That's right."
Bai Bing coldly uttered two words. With Shen Anyu's Heavenly Human Breakthrough Pill, a miraculous elixir that defied logic, and the deep, vengeful foundation she had accumulated over years of suffering, she broke through to the Heavenly Human Realm in two days. Then, without a moment's rest, she immediately rushed towards the Bai Clan ancestral castle.
Upon hearing this confirmation, the Bai Clan members were only filled with a deeper, more profound shock. How old was Bai Bing? Not even thirty, yet she had achieved a Breakthrough to the Heavenly Human Realm. What an astonishingly talented and prodigy-like Aptitude! Such a feat was unheard of in their family's long and bloody history.
Bai Wuqing was also amazed in his heart. His mind, always calculating, raced with the implications. With such Aptitude, wouldn't she have a chance to break through to the Land Immortal realm in time? Although the Bai Clan was a top-tier assassin family with Heavenly Human experts, if a Land Immortal could emerge, why would they need to remain an assassin family, skulking in the shadows? They could directly transition to the public eye, becoming a behemoth like Yanxia's Shen Clan or the Tianshi Sect, standing tall for a thousand years, enjoying endless glory and power. Wouldn't that be better?
The Bai Clan had too many original sins, too many enemies. They had assassinated countless important figures from powerful factions. A single Heavenly Human expert was not enough to whitewash their past or protect them from the combined wrath of their enemies. But if they had a Land Immortal... there would be no problem at all. A Land Immortal could suppress all dissent and rewrite history.
In this regard, the Bai Clan was far inferior to major forces that had developed cleanly and openly; they couldn't stand in the light.
Looking at Bai Bing, his own granddaughter, Bai Wuqing was also filled with a complex storm of emotion. The daughter of that ordinary commoner woman he once looked down upon with such contempt, whom he initially thought was a bastard child polluting the Bai Clan's noble and powerful bloodline, had actually grown to such a level. She was now standing shoulder to shoulder with him in the Heavenly Human Realm. And she was still so young, with even greater potential stretching before her like an endless road.
Thinking of this, Bai Wuqing, the Bai Family Ancestor, forced his sinister, cruel expression to soften, attempting to make it appear as gentle and benevolent as possible. It was a grotesque, practiced mask. He began to praise Bai Bing, his voice smooth and conciliatory.
"As expected of my Bai Clan's bloodline, so outstanding. The previous conflicts were all minor matters, family squabbles. We are one family, not two. As long as you return to the Bai Clan, the Ancestor will ensure that all past issues are forgiven, and the entire Bai Clan will be handed over to you to inherit."
Bai Xingzhi and the others respectfully waited by his side, their expressions quite complex upon hearing the Bai Family Ancestor's words.
Previously, Bai Bing's situation in the Bai Clan was not good. To maintain their strength, the Bai Clan always intermarried with powerful individuals, even plundering powerful women to produce strong bloodlines. However, Bai Bing's birth mother was just an ordinary commoner woman, without strength or Aptitude, which the Bai Clan considered a profound disgrace. She was even brutally murdered by Bai Wuqing himself for this sin.
It's easy to imagine the discrimination and cold treatment Bai Bing received in the Bai Clan. If not for Bai Bing showing extraordinary Aptitude from a young age, she would not have lived to adulthood.
Recently, the exposure of Bai Bing assassinating Bai Clan members further ignited the Bai Clan's wrath, leading them to dispatch many assassins to hunt her down, but they were all killed by Bai Bing in return.
Now, not only were they not pursuing Bai Bing's past mistakes, but they even wanted to establish her as the next Patriarch. How complex were the feelings of the Bai Clan members? Yet no one dared to voice any opposition.
In the Bai Clan, Bai Wuqing, the Bai Family Ancestor, was the supreme heaven; no one could gainsay him.
"Hehe, hahahahaha..."
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