For Wuqian, today was truly a day of great harvest.
He had planned months in advance for the Seven Treasures Divine Alliance and the Chaos Burial Divine Alliance to clash here. These two alliances were mortal enemies—when they met, it would be to the death.
And indeed, events unfolded exactly as he had foreseen: they fought until mutual annihilation, leaving him free to claim the spoils. There was no coincidence—everything had been arranged ahead of time. The resources they carried were his reward for meticulous planning.
Originally, he had been happily cleaning up the battlefield, but to his surprise a Demon God appeared, brazenly demanding that he drop his storage rings. Was this madman for real? With only Early Great God Realm cultivation, he swaggered here and barked orders—on what grounds?
Wuqian did not wish to waste more time and, fearing sudden change, deliberately displayed a mid-Heavenly God Realm fluctuation of divine power. In a cold voice he shouted, “Get lost if you value your life!” He had expected to scare this blind demon god away.
But Hong Zhencheng merely sneered. “Tell me to get lost? Are you sure? Brother, show yourself!” He raised a hand, pointing directly at Ye Yu’s hiding place.
Seeing this, Ye Yu abandoned concealment. With a flicker, he appeared beside Hong Zhencheng, hands clasped behind his back, exuding the calm of a transcendent expert. At first he had considered remaining in his hidden spot—attack or retreat at will, and if things went south, an easy escape. But he soon dismissed that idea. Anyone capable of shattering the void to enter the Divine Realm was no fool; their confidence—or lack thereof—would be plain to see from their stance. To claim the prize, he needed to look utterly convinced of victory.
Ye Yu now gambled that Hong Zhencheng was a cautious god. It was well known that if one could not discern an opponent’s true cultivation, it meant one’s own power was insufficient, and hesitation would follow. Of course, if the opponent refused to be cowed, that was another matter. With that in mind, Ye Yu fell half a step behind Hong Zhencheng—close enough that any sudden move could be intercepted by Hong Zhencheng’s protection. He was, after all, the epitome of prudence.
When Hong Zhencheng saw Ye Yu at his side, his confidence swelled. In triumph he thought, “Now we have the advantage—two against one!”
Wuqian ignored Hong Zhencheng, focusing all his attention on Ye Yu. Unable to gauge the newcomer’s true power, was it a hidden treasure cloaking him, or was Ye Yu’s strength outright superior? Wuqian narrowed his eyes, torn. His carefully orchestrated plan was being usurped, and he felt a surge of unwillingness.
With a flourish, he opened his right palm to reveal five glittering storage rings. “You want them? Come take them if you can!”
At this, Ye Yu’s expression grew serious. Damn—had he really encountered a foolhardy simpleton? From the divine power fluctuations, Wuqian was clearly a strong Heavenly God Realm cultivator, while Ye Yu was only a nascent god, and Hong Zhencheng likewise. If they fought, °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° death was certain. Should he flee now?
Before Ye Yu could ponder further, Hong Zhencheng grabbed his sleeve and growled, “Brother, he dares to sneer at us—let’s kill him!”
Ye Yu was momentarily stunned. Was it really necessary to speak so fiercely? And why tug at his sleeve? Did he worry Ye Yu would run? Seeing Wuqian’s divine power surge, poised to strike, Ye Yu had no choice but to gamble everything and activated his special effects.
In an instant, a dazzling light descended from the heavens, transforming the battlefield into a sea of pure white. Sutra music resounded, cranes cried in unison, and golden divine aura rolled in waves across the scene. Streams of Fortune Dragons coiled fully around Ye Yu’s form, who stood like the supreme deity, commanding heaven and earth.
At that moment, Ye Yu saw the red numbers atop Wuqian’s head leap wildly, soon reaching seven digits. And then... Wuqian fled. He even took great care to leave all five storage rings behind—clearly unwilling to risk pursuit for mere treasures.
Damn! That meant Wuqian had also been betting that Ye Yu was all show. Yet upon witnessing the phenomenon, he immediately acted the prudent man. Such a god was destined for longevity.
But so many Devotion Points... Ye Yu had no time to harvest them all. At the rate they were ticking up, Wuqian must have amassed at least ten million! He had just missed out on ten million Devotion Points—what a sin!
Yet one remained. It wasn’t all in vain.
Hong Zhencheng stood beside him, dumbfounded. He had over eight million Devotion Points—purely intoxicating! Ye Yu wasted no time and claimed the remaining ring, immediately deactivating his effects. Standing out was dangerous.
Hong Zhencheng still hadn’t recovered from shock. He murmured to Ye Yu, “Brother, from the moment I saw you, I knew you were strong—but I didn’t expect this. You even summoned Fortune Dragons. Give me one!”
Faced with such an unreasonable demand, Ye Yu delivered a single palm strike to Hong Zhencheng’s cheek—neither harsh nor soft—enough to shatter his fantasy. Fortune Dragons weren’t something anyone could summon at will; it depended on fate. He himself only acquired them when activating special effects. “You want one now? On what grounds?”
Hong Zhencheng, sobered, pouted in grievance yet wore a look of reverence. “Sorry, High God. I spoke out of turn.”
Ye Yu gave a slight nod, offering no further reply. Speech was often a liability, and silence befitted a mighty being. After all, still waters run deep.
Soon, Hong Zhencheng took it upon himself to clean the battlefield, placing nearly thirty storage rings before Ye Yu and suggesting a 20/80 split—his share 20, Ye Yu’s 80. Ye Yu accepted without hesitation, gathering the majority of the rings and preparing to leave for a safe spot to inspect his spoils.
Unexpectedly, Hong Zhencheng followed him.
