“No matter whether one is human or divine, having a specialty is always a good thing.
And if you can hone that specialty to perfection, so much the better—at a critical mont, it can save your life.
Take the dical God, for example. Although he has long been an established deity in the Divine Realm and has existed for ages, his cultivation only barely reached mid Great God [N O V E L I G H T] Realm—and that only with the aid of various divine pills. Without external assistance, he would likely struggle even to break through the Great God Realm.
But so what?
In the Divine Realm, who hasn’t had to take a blow?
When one faces an injury that cannot self-heal and divine pills are ineffective, nearing death—then the appearance of the dical God is like a ray of light in the depths of winter, warming one’s entire being.
As long as he can save a life, no matter who the patient, he commands an exorbitant reward.
What? You’ll offer divine stones? Don’t be ridiculous!
High-grade artifacts, talismans, ancient divine herbs—those are the real hard currency.
If you wave divine stones, he won’t even spare you a glance.
One could say that the dical God is a walking treasure trove—his ans of preserving life endlessly varied.
It was precisely because of this that, when Ying Huo gave chase, the dical God managed to escape with his life.
See? Having a supre skill really is vital!
Seeing the dical God successfully flee, both Ye Yu and Yu Buxia couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
At the sa ti, this confird their suspicions: Ying Huo truly had lost her mind—otherwise, how could she leap at every person she saw, sword in hand?
No good—rumor had it this condition only worsened the longer it dragged on!
To prevent further deterioration, Yu Buxia and Ye Yu discussed forcibly subduing Ying Huo first, then bringing in the dical God for treatnt.
They devised a very thorough plan.
As night fell, Ye Yu remained in his room as usual, but did not rest. Instead, he sat at his desk. Though he appeared to be waiting in silence, in truth he was communicating via telepathic whispers with Yu Buxia, who hid behind the cabinet.
“Has the dical God been notified? Have him stand by. Once we bring Ying Huo down, send for him imdiately. We need to succeed on the first try.”
Yu Buxia frowned slightly and replied, “Perhaps Ying Huo left too deep a shadow on him—he’s not even answering my communication stone now. But it’s all right. Once we subdue her, we can bring her directly to the dical God. I have the Spirit-Entangling Rope and the Bewildering Candle. Holding her for two days won’t be a problem.”
Hearing Yu Buxia’s confident words, Ye Yu imdiately felt reassured.
But the next mont he sensed sothing was off.
“Those two artifacts—are they really legitimate?”
As Ye Yu pondered, a figure slowly appeared in the room.
Ying Huo!
At this hour, in that exact spot, forcing out that sa fake smile—it felt unbearably strange.
“Have you slept?” she asked.
Honestly, every ti he heard those words, Ye Yu felt like he would collapse.
“Sister, can’t you tell whether I’m asleep?” he bit back silently. “My eyes are wide open—does that look like soone sleeping?”
Though his mind scread complaint, Ye Yu remained outwardly calm. He knew provoking a crazed powerhouse was exceedingly dangerous.
Her anger could kill him.
No, it absolutely could.
So Ye Yu forced a gentle smile and said, “I haven’t slept yet.”
As always, Ying Huo’s mock courtesy would be uttered next, then she’d lapse back into silence—staring fixedly without a word or a move.
What kind of divine maiden acted like this?
Well, it didn’t matter—at least the dical God could treat her.
To stick to the plan, Ye Yu picked up the kettle and poured two cups of tea.
“Lord Yu, please, don’t just stand there. Let’s sit and have a chat.”
Ying Huo not only didn’t refuse but eagerly sat down and asked, “What shall we talk about?”
“Anything you like,” Ye Yu replied, sliding one cup of tea toward her. “Tell what you enjoy.”
Normally, a guest faced with a host’s offer of tea would taste it courteously, praise it, and the conversation would flow naturally—no awkward silences.
But Ying Huo paid no mind. Instead, she fell into thoughtful silence.
“Before, I loved traveling the Divine Realm, seeing new sights, experiencing everything I desired. Now...”
She paused.
Ye Yu thought she was still considering, so he lifted his own cup and gently said, “No rush—take a sip of tea and think carefully. The word ‘love’ deserves caution.”
Since his hint hadn’t prompted her, he handed the tea over. He wasn’t afraid she wouldn’t drink it.
However, if she still refused, Ye Yu would be at a loss—normal people could never out-stubborn soone insane.
But to his delight, Ying Huo did not resist. She downed the tea in one go.
Ye Yu and the hidden Yu Buxia both rejoiced inwardly.
It was a success!
That tea had been laced with Bewildering Extract.
Normal divine beings would fall with but a drop. Knowing Ying Huo’s power, Yu Buxia had used an entire packet.
At that dosage, even a God Sovereign would collapse unprepared, let alone an Ancient-God-Realm powerhouse.
Of course, such a strong infusion gave the tea a pungent taste. Ying Huo frowned after drinking it.
Ye Yu had prepared a line: claim it was top-grade new-season tea, its flavor uniquely refined—drink more, he’d say.
Before he could speak, however, Ying Huo waved him off.
“Tea doesn’t matter,” she said. “What matters is, I haven’t finished answering. What I wanted to say is, what I love now is you.”
Ye Yu fell silent at her words.
Had her madness deepened?
Not wanting to startle her, he quickly adjusted his expression and replied lightly, “Really? Actually, I rather like you too, especially these last few days—I’ve liked you very, very much.”
“Truly? That’s wonderful. Then everything taught in that book must be true!”
Ying Huo’s face lit up with a brilliant smile.
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