I’ve spent so long in the Divine Realm and taught many gods the cruelty of society, but I’ve never before encountered anyone who could unleash over one hundred million Negative Emotion Points in a single burst. Of course, that’s partly because I target gods of True God Realm or Great God Realm. But to release more than two hundred million at once—how powerful must they be? Gold God Realm? Ancient God Realm? This is beyond my knowledge. Fortunately, I ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) didn’t run off just now; to be pursued by such reserves would be excruciating—perhaps enough to force a Divine Restart! Indeed, choice outweighs effort!
Steeling myself, I placed the four divine art jade slips before Su Tian and handed him a storage ring. “I don’t have that much Underworld wine—only seventy jars remain. But inside are some fine drinking delicacies that might make up for twenty-jar shortfall. What do you think?”
Su Tian paused. He hadn’t heard of drinking delicacies in ages. Though gods can eat, no one wastes time on such trivialities. Being averse to fuss, he always drank neat. Now offered appetizers, he could hardly refuse. He examined the storage ring and, seeing the array of foods, his eyes glowed. The grievance at being conned vanished!
“I’ll trade,” he said. “But let me tell you, kid, you’re getting a steal. Hell of Fear was hard-won. Learn it quietly.”
I said nothing and left with Gu Yingbai. After circling the city again, I spent eighteen hundred divine stones on a piece of intelligence, then prepared to depart Balance City. Gu Yingbai still acted very hospitable and pressed a communication stone into my hand.
“Senior, if you need a guide next time, just call me and I’ll give you a discount. And if you ever want news, contact me—I’ll help, for a fee.”
I pocketed the stone and left. Gu Yingbai’s smile remained until my figure vanished, then he withdrew it. But he didn’t rush to find another client; instead he drew a communication stone, infused it with divine power, and said, “Second Brother, guess what—I was right. The old drunk truly had Hell of Fear. He sold it to a god named Ye Yu. Interesting fellow—he even bought news about the God of Heart Demons.”
Indeed, I had spent eighteen hundred stones on information about the God of Heart Demons. A debt must be repaid! Strictly speaking, the God of Heart Demons had twice defeated me—in the Dream Realm—but that did nothing to quell my impulse for vengeance. Moreover, Gu Ji might need help with the Heart Demons in the future. So buying intel now was wise.
Three thousand li from Balance City, I examined the intelligence I’d purchased. The more I read, the more alarming it became. The God of Heart Demons was a Gold God Realm peak powerhouse, one step from ascending to Ancient God Realm. His signature art: Heart Demons Run Amok! His methods were wildly erratic; he’d made countless enemies across the Divine Realm, yet none could slay him. His strength was clearly immense. Many battle records followed, with time, place, and participants detailed, though the fighting styles were not.
Reading this, I frowned. Gold God Realm peak—two realms above my current power. He’d be no match for me yet. I still have much work ahead.
I then spent three hundred million Negative Emotion Points to master Hell of Fear to Perfection. Yes—three hundred million. Far pricier than Wind of Resentment. Yet upon learning it, I felt it was worth every point. Sending gods into Hell of Fear to suffer and die yields vast Negative Emotion Points—exactly what I need. This trade was truly not a loss!
Feeling satisfied, I prepared to return home to check on Gu Ji when a tall figure suddenly appeared before me. At her arrival, I froze. Han Yuexi? The first god I met upon arriving in the Divine Realm’s Dream. She loved endlessly twisting the demon horns on her head, as if addicted. I remembered her well—before leaving, I’d even given her half a Heart-Unit Jade. But after the Dream ended, the jade should have vanished, right?
Why was she here? Could she share Dream memories? Impossible! This was unreal. Our last meeting had been only the length of one tea break. And now she seemed changed—once lively and mischievous, she was now ice-cold, like a block of ice. Her transformation left me unfamiliar. Her gaze was complex as she stared at me without speaking.
Just then, a youthful voice sounded behind me. “Sister, calm down—he truly is a good Divine Doctor, not the fraud you call him!”
I turned to see a handsome youth approaching. He bowed ninety degrees with impeccable courtesy. “Honored Divine Doctor, we meet again. Thank you again for saving my life. Allow me to introduce my sister, Han Yuexi.”
I raised an eyebrow—this youth was Han Qianzhang, another of my social-cruelty lessons. Simple-minded and the easiest target among gods.
