Ye Yu had stared at the horse-slaying blade for a long moment, and just as he was about to reach out and touch it, Gu Ji blocked him.
“My husband, that thing’s evil nature is too strong. You’d best not touch it for now. It feeds on blood; since arriving in the Celestial Realm it has already drunk the blood of eight gods, and its rank has risen to a terrifying level. I’m afraid you’ll be affected by it.”
Ye Yu did not insist.
“If you say I can’t touch it, then I won’t. But such a massive amount of negative emotion must not go to waste!”
At those words, Gu Ji was puzzled and about to ask how, when Ye Yu flicked his sleeve.
The blade’s cruel aura vanished at once, and even the entire surface of the sword dimmed.
Its rank had been forcibly reduced from a divine artifact to the level of an immortal artifact!
This incredible sight left Gu Ji utterly stunned.
The very demonic weapon that had troubled her so had its power halved in an instant—how could this be?
In fact, Ye Yu had merely been experimenting.
He could not help himself: to him, that demonic artifact was like the finest ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) delicacy—an irresistible temptation.
Though he had always drawn negative emotion from cultivators, never from an artifact, how would he know it was impossible without trying?
So he made a bold attempt—and to his surprise, it worked!
Now the negative emotion he could harvest from the blade reached truly fearsome levels.
Once unleashed, it would surely become his greatest god-slaying weapon. Joyous indeed!
Grasping the now-subdued horse-slaying blade, Gu Ji’s heart beat with excitement as she hurriedly asked Ye Yu how he had done it.
Before he could answer, a slow flute melody sounded!
Ye Yu’s first reaction was that Chu Ge was playing the jade flute!
After all, in this village, no one else should know how.
But why play it now? To suppress Gu Ji’s inner demon?
That seemed unnecessary—since Ye Yu’s arrival, her inner demon had not flared once.
What then was the purpose of this flute melody?
Soon the tune grew urgent, stirring an inexplicable feeling!
Before Ye Yu could figure it out, Gu Ji’s eyes rolled back and she fainted.
Seeing this, Ye Yu’s expression turned grave.
“Wrong! There’s something wrong with that flute tune!”
He rushed forward to check on Gu Ji.
At that moment the melody stopped, and Qin Zizhu appeared from outside, holding his jade flute.
“Ye Yu, we meet again. This time, how happy are you to see me?”
In recent days, Qin Zizhu had been brooding over that question: just how happy was he? Now he asked Ye Yu first, to see his answer.
But Ye Yu had not the slightest thought of replying directly.
He cast a glance at the jade flute in Qin Zizhu’s hand and said in a low voice, “What exactly have you done to her?”
“I did nothing—only wanted to put on a little play while she slept! Inner demon possesses her, her mind goes blank, she kills her newlywed husband. How does that story sound? Quite fitting, yes?”
Qin Zizhu wore a sickly smile and kindly reminded, “By the way, if you’re scared, feel free to cry out—shout until your voice breaks! This place is sealed by my divine-seal formation; no sound will reach the outside. So you can fully unleash your fear!”
Perhaps he believed that in this state Ye Yu could do nothing but scream in terror before dying. After all, Qin Zizhu was a True-God Realm adept; slaying a mere new god should be trivial.
But Ye Yu’s reaction disappointed him.
Not only did he show no fear, he calmly stepped forward—and made a jest of Qin Zizhu’s plan.
“So you mean if I kill you here, no one else will know?”
Qin Zizhu’s face twisted in rage. “You bastard, are you insane? Even you dare speak of god-slaying?”
Ye Yu raised his right hand in front of him.
In an instant, Qin Zizhu’s face flushed red as he looked down in disbelief.
What the hell was happening?
Indeed, Ye Yu had once again successfully unleashed the MVP spell from his current dreamtechnique: Flying Waterfall Three Thousand Feet.
This technique was originally a simple demon-immortal art, unusable against those above the Immortal Emperor Realm.
Yet honestly, in the realm of messing with minds and generating negative emotion, this spell had earned great merit.
Ye Yu had been improving and researching it to keep it at peak performance.
Through relentless effort, he had created the Second-Stage Flying Waterfall Three Thousand Feet.
Now usable even on the divine, it delivered a classic double strike—one cast, twofold agony.
A true must-have for roaming the Divine Realm and messing with divine psyches!
After successfully casting the technique, Qin Zizhu contributed forty-seven million negative emotion points.
This was the highest single-target yield Ye Yu had ever seen. Exhilarating!
With these points and those he had accumulated over the past days, Ye Yu converted them all into cultivation.
In the next moment, power coursed through him, gathering frantically into his body!
In less than two breaths’ time, Ye Yu had leapt from the New-God Realm into the True-God Realm—crossing an entire major realm at once!
Witnessing this, Qin Zizhu’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Hidden your cultivation? You didn’t just arrive in the Divine Realm!”
After the devastation of the Void and ascending as a divine, any realm-level advancement should take millions of years—some even tens of millions.
Moments of enlightenment skipping a major realm only happened in the mortal world, never in the Divine Realm.
Thus Qin Zizhu had assumed Ye Yu was concealing his true power, not rising on the spot.
But Ye Yu did not answer him.
Instead, he casually grabbed the demonic horse-slaying blade beside him!
Though perhaps unwieldy, since the weapon could absorb divine blood to generate cruel emotion, Ye Yu thought he could make do.
Seeing this, Qin Zizhu stepped back at once, feeling the hot press behind him.
Once more, twenty-nine million negative emotion points appeared above his head.
