A Rich Second-generation Villain Can’t Just Enjoy Life — Chapter 479

Chapter 479: Defeat the Drunken Sword Immortal!

“Teach me swordsmanship?”

Shen Anyu chuckled inwardly at the words. He possessed Divine Swordsmanship; any sword technique he saw, he would instantly master, becoming proficient in it and understanding everything through one skill. Even the Wine Sword Immortal, Nie Yun, was not qualified to teach him swordsmanship.

“Sword Immortal, coincidentally, I also know swordsmanship. How about we have a match?”

Shen Anyu looked at the Wine Sword Immortal, Nie Yun, and smiled slightly, already intending to subdue him. If he couldn’t be subdued, then he would be killed. If he couldn’t be used by him, then he was an enemy.

From Long Hao’s desperate search for the Wine Sword Immortal, it was clear that Nie Yun’s future achievements would be monumental, very likely reaching the Land Immortal stage. Such an existence was a walking catalyst, a figure who could single-handedly shift the balance of power in the world. For Shen Anyu, the path forward was brutally simple: Nie Yun would either become a loyal asset or a corpse. There was no third option.

“You? Compete with me?”

When Shen Anyu’s challenge fell upon the air, the Wine Sword Immortal, Nie Yun, was genuinely taken aback, his expression a mixture of surprise and astonishment. He had to admit, the technique Shen Anyu used to neutralize Long Hao moments ago was impressive, a subtle yet profound application of force. But he was Nie Yun, the Wine Sword Immortal, a name universally recognized as one of the top ten strongest martial artists in all of Yanxia. In the specific discipline of swordsmanship, he stood at the apex. No one alive dared to claim they could defeat him with a blade.

And now, this young junior, barely out of his teens, had the audacity to challenge him to a sword duel?

A flicker of irritation crossed Nie Yun’s features, his expression turning a bit sour. This wasn’t just confidence; it was a blatant disregard for his status and decades of hard-earned mastery. It was an insult.

“If you win against me, whatever fine wine or good wine you want to drink, I’ll pay for it all,” Shen Anyu said with a light, dismissive chuckle, as if dangling a simple treat before a child.

“It’s a deal!” The Wine Sword Immortal’s eyes instantly lit up, the perceived slight vanishing from his mind as if it had never been there. All thoughts of reputation and seniority were immediately eclipsed by the glorious promise of unlimited, high-quality alcohol. He no longer cared about being looked down upon and eagerly gestured for Shen Anyu to begin, urging him to make his move quickly, a desperate glint in his eyes, as if he feared the young man would retract the magnificent offer.

Watching this abrupt shift, Liu Ruyan, Ye Liyou, Yang Luoluo, Situ Yueying, and the other women couldn’t help but let traces of amusement dance in their beautiful eyes. They had heard countless legends of the elusive and powerful Wine Sword Immortal, Nie Yun, a figure of myth and reverence. They had never expected the man himself to be such a shameless, incorrigible wine fanatic.

Meanwhile, Long Hao, his face a ghastly, pale mask of despair, watched the scene unfold with a venomous sneer twisting his lips. *’This is the Wine Sword Immortal, Nie Yun!’* he screamed in his mind, his voice trapped by Shen Anyu’s psychic bindings. *’A peerless genius who will one day contend with Sword God Ye Linyuan himself! An existence who truly embodies the title of Sword Immortal!’* He seethed with a bitter, internal glee. *’Shen Anyu, with your meager ability, you are simply asking for a world of humiliation! You will be crushed!’*

Shen Anyu’s peripheral vision swept over Long Hao’s contorted expression, but he paid the man no mind. The reincarnator’s only remaining value was the library of memories locked within his skull. Soon, Shen Anyu would perform a soul-search, plunder every last secret from his future knowledge, and then grant him the mercy of a quick death. He would be reunited with his family in the afterlife, a complete set, no longer adding the slightest bit of trouble to Shen Anyu’s world.

Bound by an invisible cage of psychic power, Long Hao found he couldn’t speak a word or move a muscle. His feet lifted unnaturally from the ground, floating an inch above the polished floors like a tormented ghost as he was forced to follow Shen Anyu and his entourage to the expansive training grounds of Jiangjing Manor.

As soon as they arrived at the training grounds, an open-air arena cast from reinforced, specialized cement, the Wine Sword Immortal, Nie Yun, impatiently waved a hand at Shen Anyu.

“Junior, you make the first move, and I, old Nie, will counter.”

*‘I should give him some face,’* Nie Yun thought to himself, a drunken slur to his inner voice. *‘Can’t beat him too badly, otherwise, I won’t get my wine. Just a little lesson will do.’*

As for Long Hao, who was frantically trying to catch his eye from the sidelines, winking and gesturing with a desperate intensity, Nie Yun paid him no attention at all. Besides the twin pillars of his existence—fine wine and the peerless sword—other matters were just tedious noise. It was probably some personal grudge, a tangled affair of revenge or betrayal. What did any of that have to do with him?

Trouble. It was all just trouble. He hated trouble more than anything. Far better to focus on the wine.

Shen Anyu was not one for false modesty. He offered a slight nod, making no move to utilize his Qi Refining Stage magical power or the overwhelming advantage of his Divine-level super-skills. He would rely purely on the raw, terrifying physical strength of his Heavenly Human body, channeled through the flawless techniques of his Divine Swordsmanship.

In a flash, the Qinghong Sword in his hand vanished. It reappeared in the air, its movement like a startled swan taking flight beyond the heavens, its trajectory as traceless and unpredictable as a gazelle hanging by its horns. The blade carved an impossible, esoteric arc through space, aimed directly at the Wine Sword Immortal’s throat.

[Akarin’s Note: “Startled swan from beyond the heavens” (天外飞鸿) and “hanging horn of a gazelle” (羚羊挂角) are both classic Chinese literary idioms used to describe movements or artistic strokes that are so brilliant and unpredictable they seem to leave no trace of their origin or path.]

A wave of razor-sharp sword qi erupted from the attack, surging outwards. The very ground of the training arena groaned under the pressure, deep, clean-cut fissures instantly appearing in the specially formulated cement, as if it were mere tofu.

“Good swordsmanship!”

The Wine Sword Immortal’s blurry, drunken eyes, which had seemed half-closed moments ago, suddenly snapped open, a brilliant, star-like gleam banishing all traces of inebriation. In that instant, he realized he had gravely underestimated the young man before him. But there was no panic, only a surge of exhilarating excitement. He let out a hearty, booming laugh, his hand sweeping across his waist in a casual, fluid motion. A coiled, soft sword, previously disguised as a belt, sprang into his hand.

With a surge of potent true essence, the flexible blade hardened instantly, straightening into a lethal line of steel. It came alive, whipping through the air like a green-scaled dragon emerging from the depths of the sea, its edge impossibly sharp, its momentum overwhelming.

*Shhhhiiiiiing!*

In the blink of an eye, the blade blurred into an illusion. A hundred thousand individual sword strikes were unleashed, forming a torrential downpour of silver light, a dense, hemispherical cage of death that sought to envelop and shred everything in its path. It was a textbook offense-for-offense tactic, a brutal display of overwhelming force designed to compel any opponent to retreat or be diced into a bloody mist.

Shen Anyu, however, didn’t move. To the Wine Sword Immortal’s utter astonishment, he didn’t even flinch. He didn’t retreat. He advanced, his body blurring as he charged directly into the heart of the metallic storm.

“Not good!”

The Wine Sword Immortal’s expression changed drastically. He had unleashed that technique on instinct, but he had never intended to kill the boy. He desperately tried to retract his sword qi, pulling the tempest of blades back towards himself, but it was already too late. Several dozen streaks of residual, razor-sharp qi, each one potent enough to slice through a tank, slammed into Shen Anyu’s body. A deep look of regret washed over Nie Yun’s face. He knew the terrifying sharpness of his sword qi better than anyone. The young man’s outcome was likely to be grim.

From the sidelines, both Long Hao and Ye Linyuan, who had come to watch the spectacle, felt a surge of ecstatic joy. Their eyes gleamed with malice, silently praying that Shen Anyu had made a fatal error and would be accidentally carved into pieces by the Sword Immortal.

Liu Ruyan and the other women gasped, their faces paling with worry.

But in the next moment, everyone present was completely and utterly stunned.

The incomparably sharp sword qi from the Wine Sword Immortal, strikes that could have effortlessly cleaved through titanium alloy and torn it into iron scraps, hit Shen Anyu’s body head-on. There was no true essence aura shield, no visible defense whatsoever. The sound of ripping fabric echoed across the silent training ground as his shirt was shredded, but that was all. The blades of energy struck his bare skin… and simply dissipated.

There was no blood. There was no wound. Let alone being cut into several pieces, not even a single scratch marred his flawless skin.

“How is this possible?”

The Wine Sword Immortal was dumbfounded.

Long Hao and Ye Linyuan were dumbfounded, their triumphant sneers frozen into masks of disbelief.

Liu Ruyan, Ye Liyou, Situ Yueying, Yang Luoluo, and the other women were all equally dumbfounded, their hands flying to their mouths to stifle their gasps.

This wasn’t just defense; it was a defiance of logic. To face such terrifyingly destructive sword qi without any protective aura and emerge completely unharmed? It was unthinkable.

At this moment, Shen Anyu’s Qinghong Sword was already resting gently against the Wine Sword Immortal, Nie Yun’s, neck, its cold steel a stark contrast to the man’s sudden pallor.

“You’ve yielded,” Shen Anyu said with a slight smile.

“You… you…”

The Wine Sword Immortal was so surprised he stammered, his gaze towards Shen Anyu completely transformed. The condescending air of a senior observing a junior was gone, replaced by a profound, soul-deep shock.

Even if he had underestimated his opponent and retracted his move at the last second, Shen Anyu’s impossibly fast swordsmanship and, more importantly, his seemingly indestructible body were far beyond anything he could have anticipated.

“Who are you? Even the Great Vajra Temple’s Zen Master Longxiang, who cultivates the Vajra Dragon Elephant Divine Art and broke into the Heavenly Human realm with his body-refining, wouldn’t dare to directly withstand my sword qi, would he?”

Looking at the shocked and questioning Wine Sword Immortal, Shen Anyu chuckled.

“The Shen Family of Yanxia, Shen Anyu.”

“The Shen Family of Yanxia?” The Wine Sword Immortal became even more puzzled. The great name of the millennium-old Shen Family was known even to a reclusive wine enthusiast like him, but the Shen Family of Yanxia was not known for its martial arts.

Liu Ruyan smiled sweetly, her pretty face beaming with pride, and stepped forward, saying,

“Senior Sword Immortal, you lost to my husband.”

The Wine Sword Immortal’s face flushed, and he muttered,

“Carelessness, I was careless and underestimated him. It doesn’t count, this round doesn’t count, let’s do it again.”

If he lost, he wouldn’t get good wine, the Wine Sword Immortal thought, and he repeatedly denied it.

In reality, this was also true. The Wine Sword Immortal had been testing the junior just now and was even afraid of hurting Shen Anyu, so he had only used less than thirty percent of his strength.

He was a Peak Heavenly Human, a Sword Immortal close to a Land Immortal!

“Sword Immortal, going back on your word is not the demeanor of a senior expert,” Ye Liyou’s clear and cold voice rang out.

Yang Luoluo, Liu Ruyan, Situ Yueying, and the other women also showed dissatisfaction.

Shen Anyu, however, smiled and said,

“Alright, then let’s go again. However, if Senior loses again, then what?”

The Wine Sword Immortal, Nie Yun, spread his hands and said casually,

“I, old Nie, have nothing but myself. What do you say we do?”