Don’t fear the enemy’s smiling grin—fear the divine doctor’s furrowed brows!
When the doctor treating you looks displeased, you should prepare for the worst!
Lü Hengqian felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly asked, “Divine doctor, how bad is it?”
Ye Yu sighed.
“You must have offended someone deeply, or they wouldn’t have paid such a price to kill you. The ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ ten days I mentioned was under normal circumstances. Yours, however, is an exception. If I hadn’t just helped you regulate your qi, your bleeding would never have stopped until you perished miserably. Now go— I can’t heal you!”
This tactic of retreating to advance was something Ye Yu had learned from books as a child. When someone wavers, cutting off their last resort always rattles them.
Sure enough, upon hearing Ye Yu refused to treat him, Lü Hengqian panicked. “No, divine doctor— how can you refuse to heal me? Name your price— divine arts, is it? Fine! No problem!”
At the brink of life and death, what are divine arts? Lü Hengqian quickly drew a palm-sized jade slip from his storage ring and explained, “Divine doctor, this comes from Jiyue Pavilion. If you inject divine power into it, you can learn the art. Most importantly, it won’t interfere with your own Dao—no worries at all!”
At these words, Ye Yu couldn’t help raising an eyebrow. He’d been in the Divine Realm a while. Gu Ji had told him about many Divine Realm affairs, including the great Divine Alliances—like mortal sects and celestial immortal gates. Though few in number, each Alliance boasted ancient lineage and unfathomable power. Any ordinary god who clashed with them would surely die. Gu Ji had warned him repeatedly to keep his distance. She had named several Alliances, including Jiyue Pavilion.
Hearing the name again jogged Ye Yu’s memory. He didn’t take the jade slip but asked, “Are you from Jiyue Pavilion?”
“Divine doctor, whether I’m from Jiyue Pavilion doesn’t matter—what matters is I want to live!”
Lü Hengqian didn’t answer directly, which meant he wasn’t from Jiyue Pavilion. So the jade slip must have dubious origins. But Ye Yu didn’t care. One seeks fortune amid peril; those who hesitate get nothing.
Yet to maximize benefit, Ye Yu didn’t immediately accept. Instead he turned and said, “As I said, you must have offended someone who spent a huge price to poison you with a potent toxin. If I forcibly purge it, I’d surely consume soul power. A real dilemma!”
None—mortal or divine—achieves perfection. Cultivation is an uphill battle; without progress, you regress. Resources, techniques, divine weapons—each must be seized. Who has no enemies? Offending people is inevitable.
Lü Hengqian clenched both fists, anger on his face. “That wretched bastard really tried to kill me! Divine doctor, I have some divine stones and a divine robe—please save me! I want revenge!”
Clearly he’d already identified his imaginary enemy. Ye Yu saw his chance and dropped his pretension. He turned slowly, waved his sleeve, and took everything. Then he said with feigned reluctance, “Fine. You met me, which means fate spared you. Remember: from today on, you owe me a favor. If you ever need anything, you must repay it!”
“Absolutely! I, Lü Hengqian, swear right here: if the divine doctor orders, I will never refuse!”
Lü Hengqian swore fervently. What choice did he have? If Ye Yu asked for the stars in the sky, he’d say he’d find them. After negotiating, Ye Yu suddenly punched Lü Hengqian in the abdomen. The force contorted his face.
Seizing the moment, Ye Yu quietly unleashed the Thousand Dreams Illusion. In the illusion, he slit Lü Hengqian’s belly and pulled out a black worm, crushing it between his fingers!
After it was done, Ye Yu went pale, spat blood, and weakly fled. Lü Hengqian fainted.
When he awoke, he found himself alone within ten thousand miles. Instinctively he lifted the divine robe and looked at his abdomen. It was bright red and aching, but there was no wound. Indeed a divine doctor—he’d treated the wound so well. Recalling Ye Yu’s bloody spitting, Lü Hengqian was deeply moved. He knelt and shouted to the sky, “Divine doctor, your great kindness I can never forget! If I have the chance, I will brave fire and water for you!”
Yes—he didn’t realize any of it was illusion. To him, the worm and the stitching were real. The technique was excellent, though his stomach still hurt!
Meanwhile, Ye Yu flew tens of thousands of miles before stopping on auspicious clouds to examine his haul. Three hundred twenty divine stones and a cerulean divine robe—light as a feather, flickering with radiance, surely no ordinary items.
Good stuff!
Ye Yu decisively donned the robe. Wandering the Divine Realm, one needs protection for peace of mind. Next was the main prize—the divine art jade slip! Though Gu Ji had taught him many divine arts, he hadn’t mastered them. He hoped this art would be easier.
Just as Ye Yu held the jade slip, the Dream System’s voice rang in his mind: “Detected suitable divine art: Wind of Resentment. Spend Negative Emotion Points to learn: Entry—1,000 points; Minor Mastery—3,000; Major Mastery—8,000; Perfection—150,000,000!”
At this, Ye Yu felt stunned. Spend Negative Emotion Points to learn? Why hadn’t Gu Ji’s arts required this? Could it be because this art comes from the jade slip...
