Until now, Ye Yu could still recall the first time he met Han Qianzhang. After experiencing the pain of the Flying Waterfall Three Thousand Feet, Han Qianzhang had gone dumb, clutching his stomach with an expression that was simply priceless. Of all the negative emotions, fear made up the largest portion, which proved the boy was truly terrified. Ye Yu seized the moment, pretended to stroke his fingers thoughtfully, then solemnly declared, “You’re about to die.” Normally, anyone would ask how to avoid death. But Han Qianzhang was clearly not normal—he immediately began writing his will, pausing only to ask how many more hours he had to live.
Honestly, Ye Yu had been stunned. Since arriving in this fantasy world, he’d never met someone so straightforward. Someone tells you you’re about to die, and instead of asking why, you start preparing for your own funeral. Kid, you’re really something else! Seeing that Han Qianzhang showed no intention of begging for rescue, Ye Yu steered him toward his intended plan, hinting, “I can save you.” At the time, Ye Yu half suspected Han Qianzhang of seeing through his ruse and playing along. But in truth, Ye Yu had overestimated him. The boy was simply that innocent. After Ye Yu “saved” him, Han Qianzhang handed over every possession as medical fees—voluntarily, without hesitation. His eyes were so clear...
That was why Ye Yu’s impression of him ran deep. He never expected the first person to seek him out would be Han Qianzhang, nor that the one who accompanied him—Han Yuexi—would turn out to be his sister. Judging by their attitudes, Han Yuexi must have sensed something amiss and brought her brother to demand justice. Tsk tsk, the Celestial Realm really was small—he’d been found so quickly. Although Han Yuexi said nothing, she shouldn’t have remembered their first encounter in his dream. A hasty first meeting didn’t amount to affection, and after all, in this life he was a ghostly being!
Yet to Ye Yu’s surprise, Han Yuexi did remember that earlier meeting—and she couldn’t fathom what it meant. If it had really happened, why had he died and then come back to life? And if it had been a dream, what was that Heart-Union Jade? She recalled clearly that Ye Yu then had been a devil with twin horns, whereas the figure before her was a deity of the Underworld. A ghostly being ascending to godhood—something didn’t add up. Could it be they weren’t the same person?
Han Yuexi pondered for a long moment but reached no conclusion. Beside her, Han Qianzhang grew impatient. He tugged on her sleeve and whispered, “Sister, you’ve seen him. Let’s go. Great Divine Physician is truly a good man. If not for him, I’d be dead.” At those words, a flash of cold light appeared on Han Yuexi’s face. Her brother was innocent and believed whatever he heard, but she did not. There was no way so many coincidences could align—it all felt like a trap. She would never allow her brother to be deceived!
Quickly, a string of numbers materialized above her head: 170 million. The dominant negative emotion: anger. Han Yuexi stepped forward, and a pale blue divine-seal barrier sprang up around them, completely sealing off the area to prevent Ye Yu’s escape. She demanded, “Where are the things you took from him?” Shock flashed in Ye Yu’s eyes. So many negative-emotion points? Coupled with the surrounding tremors of divine power, it was clear Han Yuexi’s strength far exceeded what he could handle. Direct conflict would be unwise.
He needed to solidify his persona. He had to make Han Yuexi believe he was truly a divine physician—otherwise, his end would be disastrous. With a composed expression, Ye Yu declared, “Everything he gave me has been exchanged for divine medicine to aid other deities. I have devoted my life to medicine, vowing that wherever I go, no deity shall suffer. Divine Lady, you’re a bit hasty.”
In the next instant, Ye Yu brought his hands together, feigning a ritualistic motion, then gently separated them. He not only extracted Han Yuexi’s negative-emotion points but also removed her anger. Suddenly, the storm in her mind cleared—she felt no anger at all. How could this be? She hadn’t sensed any divine power just moments ago, yet her rage had vanished. Who was this man, really? Was his Grand God Realm cultivation merely a façade?
Han Yuexi’s heart trembled. She was at the peak of the Golden God Realm—if even she couldn’t see through his true power, he must surpass her. Yet if he were truly that powerful, why covet her brother’s unremarkable ghost arts and a few hundred divine stones? She was utterly baffled by recent events. It felt as though the entire Celestial Realm had changed during her slumber.
Sensing the shift in her gaze, Ye Yu turned slowly, hands clasped behind his back. “I don’t know why you came for me, but I can tell you this: someone placed a malicious mark on your brother. I risked my soul’s stability to save him—that is the truth.” His words rang with righteous conviction, as if he were the wronged divine physician. Whether Han Yuexi believed him or not, Han Qianzhang did. “Great Divine Physician, please accept more divine stones. I must repay you for saving my life.”
Han Qianzhang reached out his right hand, but Han Yuexi’s chest tightened. She slapped her brother’s hand away, then turned to Ye Yu and said coldly, “My brother is a peaceful soul with ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) no enemies in the Celestial Realm. How could anyone harm him? This is preposterous! Could it be that someone targeted him because of your presence?” Ye Yu reacted instantly, tossing the question back at her.
