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!


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