Ye Yu’s face immediately ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) registered a full-on question mark—why was she bringing up that book again? What book? Whose book?
At Ye Yu’s query, Ying Huo immediately brightened and enthusiastically began recounting her trip to the Ten-Thousand-Book Pavilion.
It turned out that the other day, Yu Buxia’s offer to devote himself had inspired her.
Although it was cliché, it didn’t matter.
What mattered was that Ying Huo felt a sense of security with Ye Yu and loved being with him.
So, she thought, she could be Ye Yu’s Dao-companion.
As long as Ye Yu liked her too, that would be equivalent to devoting herself!
But Ying Huo had been single since birth for over a million years and knew nothing about Dao-companionship.
Thus she had gone to the Ten-Thousand-Book Pavilion and borrowed a book on fostering Dao-companion relationships.
It clearly stated that to deepen one’s bond as Dao-companions, daily meetings were essential; to keep things sweet, nightly greetings were required.
It even contained all kinds of cheesy love lines and little games to strengthen affection.
Ying Huo was still learning from it, planning to use the techniques on Ye Yu after a while.
Because the book’s golden rule was written in four large characters: “Progress Step by Step.”
So of course she had been following the book’s instructions to the letter.
And when she heard Ye Yu say he liked her so much, she naturally believed the book was true!
At this explanation, Ye Yu and Yu Buxia both went blank.
So all Ying Huo’s odd behavior over these days wasn’t madness—it was her following a book?
What a colossal misunderstanding!
Ye Yu suddenly felt dizzy and overwhelmingly sleepy.
Ying Huo propped her face in her hands, trying to stay alert, but the drowsiness overcame her. Clearly the Bewildering Candle was taking effect!
Ye Yu instinctively glanced toward the cabinet.
Noticing his gaze, Ying Huo followed his line of sight and tentatively asked, “Who’s there? Is it Yu Buxia?”
After all, only the three of them were in the Immortal Lord’s manor.
If it wasn’t Yu Buxia, who else could it be?
Ye Yu opened his mouth to deny it—but at that moment Yu Buxia, impatient, revealed himself, hurrying out to ask, “Why have you been smiling at me these past two days?”
“You inspired me,” Ying Huo said, shaking her head to dispel the sleepiness, though it did no good. “Of course I’m grateful to you. If I didn’t smile at you, what else could I do?”
Yu Buxia froze in place.
“Well, when you put it that way, it kind of makes sense!”
“Oh no—we’ve really created a farce!”
But the next second, Ying Huo slammed her hand on the table, her posture unsteady as she strove to stay awake, and shouted angrily, “You Yu Buxia! I thought you truly helped me, but to my surprise, you secretly met with Ye Yu behind my back. You stole my Dao-companion!”
Ye Yu’s expression became positively theatrical. How had it turned into a secret rendezvous?
Not only was he bewildered, but Yu Buxia was equally confused.
“Why would you think I stole your Dao-companion? I didn’t!”
“Hmph, how dare you say you didn’t! If you didn’t, why have you been hiding in Ye Yu’s room in the dead of night? I thought you were my good friend, my dear confidant—this is how you treat me? I...”
Before Ying Huo could finish, she collapsed face-first onto the table, fast asleep.
Seeing this, Ye Yu and Yu Buxia exchanged glances, realizing, “Uh—maybe we really did misunderstand!”
After a moment’s silence, Yu Buxia waved dismissively. “Impossible to be wrong! Didn’t you see how she reacted? ‘You stole my Dao-companion’—what could you possibly have that I’d want? I, the God of Balance, interested in a Great God-Realm deity? And besides...” His voice trailed off to a whisper and then abruptly stopped.
Honestly, Yu Buxia only intended to prove he had no designs on Ye Yu—and yet his words had sounded insulting. Ye Yu’s increasingly dark expression made that clear.
Hmm, indeed a bit offensive!
So Yu Buxia wisely fell silent—but remained convinced Ying Huo had a problem.
He amended, “I misspoke. Actually, you’re quite wonderful—just not my type. All right, let’s drop this topic. I still maintain that Ying Huo is unwell. Even if the other two explanations hold any water, the fact remains she chased the Medical God—so frightened him he won’t answer my communication stone.”
At this, Ye Yu nodded in agreement. That made sense!
However, the next moment, Yu Buxia’s communication stone vibrated.
Answering it, the Medical God’s voice came through: “Lord Yu, I’ve reached a very safe location. Don’t ask where—I won’t tell. But I never expected that Mistress Ying Huo would be your patient. You truly intended to kill me!”
Curious, Yu Buxia asked, “I’m the one who invited you to cure her—why would I want to harm you?”
The Medical God forced a wry smile and then recounted his past grievance with Ying Huo:
A hundred thousand years ago, while traveling the Divine Realm, he had once met Ying Huo, who was then raising a divine steed.
In a battle with enemies, the steed had been grievously wounded and near death.
Ying Huo had dragged him over, insisting he heal her steed.
He had protested that he only cured deities, not beasts—but under her threat that her steed would die without his help, he reluctantly complied.
The wound lay in the steed’s abdomen, but its long mane concealed how deep the injury was.
So the Medical God had extended his hand into a blade and made a light slash.
Not only was the mane shaved clean, but he had also severed something essential.
The near-dying steed immediately leapt up, its shriek echoing across heaven and earth.
It had transformed from a majestic divine horse into a beautiful mare!
Realizing his grave mistake, the Medical God had hastily treated her and prepared to flee.
But Ying Huo had waited outside and asked about the horrified shriek she’d heard.
The Medical God had tried to brush it off.
Yet the mare had broken out of the barrier, her voice sharp: “Mistress, you’ve dishonored me. I have no face to live on. Please forget me forever.”
With that, she vanished in a beam of light.
Faced with this, Ying Huo had seized the Medical God and demanded an explanation.
He had admitted his error and begged her forgiveness.
But how could Ying Huo forgive him? He’d castrated her divine steed—what difference was that from causing its death? Both resulted in a stallion no longer having... well, that part.
“So,” she had declared, “my mount is gone, right or wrong I no longer care. You old curmudgeon, now pay with your life!”
