Urban Invincible Overlord

Sun Xingyu stared at Yan Xihua standing at the very front of the spirit ship, and for a moment his whole person was stunned.

Ever since he fled to West Phoenix Valley and met Yan Xihua, the two of them had practically been inseparable, stuck together like glue, loving and affectionate.

Toward Yan Xihua, Sun Xingyu had truly fallen for her; he completely regarded her as the most important woman in his life.

Over these years, he had asked more than once about Yan Xihua’s background, only wanting to know a bit more about her.

At first, Yan Xihua told him that her reputation was just too rotten, better not to dig into it—otherwise, the more he knew, the harder it would be for him to accept her.

Sun Xingyu said he didn’t care about her past at all.

Back then the Overseas Sun Family originally lived in Western Countries on Earth; things between men and women over there were very open. Sun Xingyu, though a descendant of Yanhuang down to his bones, cared a bit more about things like a woman’s chastity compared to foreigners, but compared to men with traditional domestic mindsets, he wasn’t that hung up either.

What’s more, in recent years, even most men in the Divine Continent Country had opened up quite a bit; when it came to the women by their side, they only asked that once they followed them, they be loyal and true. If everyone kept tangling over the other party’s past, then the vast majority of relationships and even marriages would be doomed.

Yan Xihua was immediately moved by what Sun Xingyu said back then.

Although female cultivators in the Cultivation World held much higher status than mortal women, the Cultivation World also paid quite a bit of attention to things like a woman’s chastity. Sun Xingyu’s mindset, combined with the genuine consistency he showed in their time together, moved her deeply, and she opened her heart to him many times.

But as for her birth and origins, she had never truly told Sun Xingyu.

Now, seeing Yan Xihua—who had vanished for more than ten days—suddenly appear, and with several mysterious figures of powerful aura following her, Sun Xingyu couldn’t help secretly clenching his fists.

The gap between him and her seemed not only to be a huge disparity in Realm and age, but also a massive chasm in background.

This soft rice... seems like I’ve been eating it a bit too hard?

"Sun Lang, you really plan to go to Shang Qing Sect?" Yan Xihua looked at Sun Xingyu, who was staring at her in a daze, her heart fluttering as she asked again.

Sun Xingyu came back to himself, his gaze firm as he said, "Yes. My brother is there; I have to go take a look, at least confirm that he’s safe."

Yan Xihua smiled and said, "Alright, come aboard."

Sun Xingyu was overjoyed, and no longer cared what kind of background those powerful mysterious people behind Yan Xihua had. He only knew that his feelings for Yan Xihua were sincere, and over these years Yan Xihua had also shown him true affection. With her by his side, these mysterious people shouldn’t do anything to him.

"Little Mistress, this trip to Shang Qing Sect is fraught with danger. He’s too weak—bringing him along will only be a burden."

As soon as Yan Xihua finished speaking, the black-clothed, masked man on her left spoke up in warning.

Yan Xihua’s delicate brows slightly furrowed. "Do I listen to you, or to myself?"

"This subordinate wouldn’t dare!" The man hurriedly lowered his head.

Chou Yanshan, Sun Xingyu, and everyone in West Phoenix Valley who witnessed this scene were all inwardly shocked.

In the Cultivation World, strength is everything.

Yan Xihua was only at Late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivation, while those mysterious people were at least all in the Divinity Transformation Realm. Under normal circumstances, when Yan Xihua saw such a person, she ought to respectfully call them "Senior." Yet right now, she was acting so far above him, her attitude proud, and that Divinity Transformation Realm mysterious master was still being utterly deferential. What the hell was going on?

"Sun Lang, time is tight, hurry and get on the ship." Yan Xihua completely ignored everyone’s shock, smiling as she spoke to Sun Xingyu, her tone incomparably gentle.

Sun Xingyu immediately felt several sharp gazes fall upon him.

Under these gazes, he felt like he wasn’t even wearing clothes.

No—more like every single thought in his mind was being seen through by those eyes.

And invisibly, the intangible pressure carried in those gazes made his tiny Foundation Establishment Stage body tremble, his bladder contract; he almost pissed himself on the spot.

Way too strong!

He could be sure that none of these people were below the Divinity Transformation Realm. A little Foundation Establishment Cultivator like him being stared at by so many Divinity Transformation Realm Masters was really asking a bit much of him.

Luckily, perhaps because Yan Xihua’s attitude toward him was different, most of their gazes were merely scrutinizing and sizing him up, not deliberately pressing him down with their aura.

"Hmph, what are you looking at? Don’t scare my Sun Lang." Yan Xihua sensed the pressure weighing on Sun Xingyu and let out a soft snort.

Sun Xingyu instantly felt those gazes vanish from his body, and relaxed a lot at once.

He took a deep breath and steeled himself.

Ma-de.

I’m eating soft rice, so what?

With such delicious soft rice, looking across the entire Immortal Domain, which man wouldn’t be jealous?

Thinking this, he didn’t hesitate. He also wanted to show off a bit in front of these people. His figure flickered, and he directly vanished from his original spot.

Hiss!

Sounds of sharply sucked-in breaths rang out in the air.

The eyes of the mysterious masters behind Yan Xihua burst forth with brilliant light, locking onto the area where Sun Xingyu had disappeared.

Chou Yanshan’s whole body shuddered, his face full of fear and disbelief.

Almost at the same time, Sun Xingyu’s vanished figure appeared on the spirit ship, landing beside Yan Xihua.

He reached out to wrap his arm around Yan Xihua, intending to properly act cool and let these people see that his relationship with Yan Xihua was different.

But just as his hand stretched out, it wouldn’t move anymore.

No.

It wasn’t just that hand that wouldn’t move—his entire body wouldn’t move.

Also, even his breathing seemed to have been sealed by some terrifying power.

Domain Law.

The term popped into Sun Xingyu’s mind.

"Hmph."

Yan Xihua gave a soft snort, took the initiative to grab Sun Xingyu’s arm that had reached out but was frozen motionless in midair, and the majestic curves beneath her red robe pressed tightly up against him.

In that instant, Sun Xingyu felt that he’d regained his breathing and movement.

He sucked in a large breath, his gaze sweeping toward those Divinity Transformation Realm mysterious masters, but he had no idea who had just used Domain Law on him.

Seeing the look in his eyes, Yan Xihua couldn’t help laughing. "What, you want to find out who struck at you and hold a grudge?"

Sun Xingyu’s old face flushed red. He hurriedly said, "How could I? I’m just shocked at these seniors’ peerless cultivation. Xi Hua, what’s going on, who are these seniors?"

Yan Xihua gave a faint smile and didn’t explain. Instead she said, "Set off. Head for Shang Qing Sect at full speed."

As her words fell, the spirit ship swished as it tore open the void, streaking toward Shang Qing Sect like a shooting star.

Sun Xingyu only felt that in the blink of an eye, the spirit ship had already flown out above West Phoenix Valley.

Then, he felt his chrysanthemum clench again and again.

Because those gazes from earlier locked onto him once more.

A voice came. "Kid, how did you do that just now?"

Sun Xingyu’s lips curled up.

He could feel that although the gazes on him still carried scrutiny and appraisal, there was now another emotion mixed in... shock and appreciation.

Sure enough, whether in the mundane world or the Cultivation World, if you want others to look up to you, you’ve got to have real strength.