At that moment, the gravely wounded man also became aware of Ye Yu’s presence. The black lotus embroidered on his collar marked him as one of their own. Summoning his remaining strength, he called out, “Quick—go save the Shénméng Leader Taishi Xiaxin! We... we stand no chance against him!”
Every life had its purpose, and this Golden God–realm warrior’s final act had been to utter that warning. With that, he drew his last breath.
Ye Yu’s expression grew solemn. Such a worthy senior of the Shénméng covenant, gone so completely... It felt wrong to leave him lying on the cold earth. With a flick of his sleeve, Ye Yu buried the man, then unceremoniously pried the Storage Ring from his finger and pocketed it.
What’s wrong with that? After handling his affairs, asking for a ring can’t be too much. Anyone who disagrees can go meditate in the corner! To Ye Yu, it was entirely reasonable.
With the ring in hand, he strode off in the opposite direction. Wuzhong Mountain was indeed a fine covenant, and Taishi Xiaxin was a capable leader—his cunning was no great flaw. He had felt the presence of an Evil God and personally gone forth to confront it. That was worthy of Wuzhong’s reputation.
But so what? Was he expected to risk his life for them? Absolutely not! If Taishǐ Xiaxin and those Golden God–realm masters couldn’t handle it, why should a Great God–realm cultivator like Ye Yu wade in? Did they really think he was some divine savior? Even if he were, he wasn’t yet fully grown—why rush to a pointless death? Couldn’t it wait a few years?
Huh? How presumptuous, asking me to rescue them—if I’d known, I wouldn’t have buried him in the first place!
Ye Yu smirked and turned the new ring over in his hand, contemplating how to break it open. The simplest method would be to overwhelm it by realm—force it apart. Unfortunately, he was only at Great God Realm, so that route was impossible. He’d have to find another way.
Lost in thought, Ye Yu suddenly noticed two figures ahead locked in confrontation. One was Elder Zhu Honghong, another Golden God–realm warrior of Wuzhong Mountain whom Ye Yu recognized. His name sounded festive, but he treated Evil Gods with merciless cruelty. Rumor said he had once been easygoing until three Evil Gods killed his partner, whereupon he had become utterly ruthless—zero tolerance.
By contrast, the other figure was Yínghuo—whom Ye Yu had only recently met. Hadn’t she just attained a divine body? Why was she quarreling with Wuzhong Mountain’s people? A massive wound marred her shoulder; she was clearly gravely injured.
Ye Yu frowned, intending to hide and watch. But it was already too late: both Zhu Honghong and Yínghuo had spotted him. Zhu Honghong barked, “Kid, come help me kill her! This woman is badly wounded and can’t fight back. One spell and she’s done! We’ll split the credit!”
Forced out of concealment, Ye Yu stepped forward—and noticed Zhu Honghong’s right hand and left leg had turned to grim white bone. “You claim she’s wounded? From where I stand, your injuries look far worse, boss!”
Seeing Ye Yu hesitate, Zhu Honghong grew impatient. “Get moving, boy! I’ve heard of you—you nearly got eaten by your partner’s sister, right? Under these circumstances, shouldn’t you hate her? What are you waiting for?”
Ye Yu’s brow furrowed. He loathed being ordered around. “Zhu Honghong, your tone is very displeasing!”
He opened his mouth to retort, but before he could speak, a mass of flesh and blood materialized out of nowhere, wrapping him tightly and yanking him backward. In an instant, Zhu Honghong vanished without a trace.
Ye Yu’s heart pounded at the bizarre sight. Yínghuò pressed a hand to her shoulder, pain etched across her face. “Go—he’s coming after us!”
She tried to turn and fly away, but her injuries were too severe; she lacked the divine energy to even hover. Then, without warning, her body floated upward, cradled on Ye Yu’s shoulder. He dashed forward, carrying her through the air.
“What was that thing just now? It was disgusting! And... how did you end up here?” Ye Yu drew a healing pill from the Divine Storage Ring and placed it in Yínghuo’s mouth while asking curiously.
The pill took effect almost instantly. Warmth spread through her body, and she could feel the wound on her shoulder staunching. “Where did you get a pill of such high grade? Your cultivation isn’t even that strong!”
Unbeknownst to her, the pill was the product of over eighty refined elixirs fused into one—no wonder it was so potent.
Ye Yu glanced back at her. “Why so silent? I thought you’d passed out!”
“No, I’m... not unconscious.” Her voice trembled with fatigue. “That thing... was part of Shenkang Ren’s flesh and blood. He assimilates other gods into himself to grow stronger—he’s truly... disgusting. I came here because of him. But you... your strength has grown a lot. Why are you ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) here?”
As he spoke, Ye Yu activated a teleportation array, whisking them both to a remote canyon a million li away. The mist-shrouded gorge was seldom visited by gods—safe enough for now.
He laid Yínghuò on a giant leaf, then turned his gaze back to her wound. “Hm, you’re recovering well. That Super Healing Pill is impressive.”
Yínghuo asked weakly, “Why did you save me? As far as I know, you’re a god of Wuzhong Mountain too?”
