[Received 200,000 negative emotion points!]
[Received 300,000 negative emotion points!]
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This was definitely a form of ongoing damage—insult piled upon insult each time he checked the tally! Ye Yu continued to absorb the negative emotion points, feeling an indescribable thrill.
He recalled the long time he’d spent in the Demon Realm searching for an interesting cultivation art. It proved that the harder one worked, the more fortunate one became. This art achieved the perfect combination of disgusting others while benefiting oneself! Truly remarkable!
Behind him, the female ghost had no idea what had happened. Why had those two Immortal King–level cultivators fled without a fight, and in such agony? It wasn’t that her observational skills were lacking—it was simply unimaginable that such a technique as Flying Waterfall Three Thousand Feet even existed.
One must understand: let alone immortals, even Foundation Establishment–stage cultivators had already perfected dietary purification, their bodies clean and unencumbered. The normal functions of mortals were utterly absent, and Immortal Kings even more so. Thus, no matter how brilliantly the female ghost, You Hua, speculated, she could never have guessed the truth!
Ye Yu quietly watched the two Immortal Kings depart, yet he did not pursue them. His reason was simple: he hoped that one day they would return to seek revenge. Then he could let them experience Flying Waterfall Three Thousand Feet once more!
Indeed, in Ye Yu’s eyes, those two immortals were nothing more than tools for harvesting negative emotion points—at least their realms made them valuable!
After collecting that wave of points, Ye Yu turned around, fully satisfied. To his surprise, he saw a tally of negative emotion points floating above You Hua’s head. He was immediately puzzled. They were not sisters, and this was their first meeting—how could her negative emotion points be so high? They were strangers! Had the ambush by the two immortals actually been some flirtatious game between the three of them? If so, the misunderstanding would be colossal!
Before Ye Yu could speak, You Hua cried out, “Underworld Sage, Ye Yu?”
Damn—it seemed his epithet had already become so well known! Ye Yu pinched the bridge of his nose and waved his hand. “It’s just an empty title. Don’t take it seriously.”
You Hua clenched her fists, her eyes reddening. “An empty title? You saved the lives of so many ghosts—why couldn’t you save my mother as well? Why?”
At her words, Ye Yu was instantly bewildered. What was she talking about? Which mother? When Ye Yu questioned her, You Hua offered no answer. Instead, she suddenly unleashed a ghost-immortal art, Soul Seizure! Ink-black chains erupted, binding Ye Yu in place. A gigantic phantom scythe appeared and slashed down—but at the last moment before contact, it vanished into nothingness. The chains, too, dissipated and then reappeared, this time ensnaring You Hua so completely she could not move a fraction!
She tried to resist, but with a flick of Ye Yu’s broad sleeve, she instantly fell into slumber. Moments later, Ye Yu had completely read her memory.
You Hua was a mid-stage Ghost King–level cultivator from Nian Ghost City. She had gone wandering ten thousand years ago, only to awaken recently to the calamity in the Underworld. She had accidentally entered a secret realm and obtained rare treasures to present to her mother. But no sooner had she acquired them than she arrived at another ghost city and saw Ye Yu’s stele proclaiming him Underworld Sage. At that time, she’d dismissed it as mere rumor—what could chanting sutras for ghosts have to do with being a sage?
Shortly thereafter, You Hua received a message-stone from her father, declaring that her mother had perished in the battle with the monks at Nian Ghost City. Furious, she had smashed Ye Yu’s stele and stormed off to confront him—only to be ambushed by those two Immortal Kings, leading to the scene just now.
Having seen everything through the Thousand Dreams Illusion, Ye Yu’s expression grew extremely strange. Then, without warning, he slapped her across the face! The sharp pain immediately roused You Hua from her slumber.
She glared # Nоvеlight # at Ye Yu in fury. “Let me go!”
Smack!
Ye Yu struck her again, the force so great that her features even distorted. This time, You Hua was wiser; she did not continue to shout, yet the hatred in her eyes did not abate.
[Received nearly 100,000 negative emotion points!]
Although not as many points as those two Immortal Kings, it was still a considerable sum. Ye Yu’s gaze turned ice-cold. He grasped You Hua’s cheek and said in a low voice, “This first slap was to tell you not to rage recklessly when you’re at a disadvantage. The second was to tell you that every grievance has its true culprit. I did not kill your mother. If you’re so angry, go to the Buddha Realm and see for yourself. What do you mean by wanting to kill me? I am not your father, and I have no time to protect your mother!”
“You...” You Hua began to protest, but seeing Ye Yu raise his right hand again, she instinctively flinched away. The humiliation and her own fear left her miserable. Bound as she was, she could not move, and so remained trapped.
Ye Yu said nothing, merely standing in silence. After a few breaths, You Hua calmed her thoughts. She realized there was truth in Ye Yu’s words: the real murderers were the monks of the Buddha Realm, not him—and, in the current situation, to continue this way would only bring her more harm.
Finally, after much inner struggle, she spoke softly, “Let me go. I understand now. I won’t harm you again. Today’s events were my fault.”
Ye Yu’s tone was indifferent. “Is that all?”
You Hua furrowed her brow and whispered, “I have apologized. What more do you want?”
An apology—does that suffice to end it? Ye Yu’s gaze grew even colder...
