“No matter whether one is human or divine, having a specialty is always a good thing.
And if you can hone that specialty to perfection, so much the better—at a critical moment, it can save your life.
Take the Medical God, for example. Although he has long been an established deity in the Divine Realm and has existed for ages, his cultivation only barely reached mid Great God [N O V E L I G H T] Realm—and that only with the aid of various divine pills. Without external assistance, he would likely struggle even to break through the Great God Realm.
But so what?
In the Divine Realm, who hasn’t had to take a blow?
When one faces an injury that cannot self-heal and divine pills are ineffective, nearing death—then the appearance of the Medical God is like a ray of light in the depths of winter, warming one’s entire being.
As long as he can save a life, no matter who the patient, he commands an exorbitant reward.
What? You’ll offer divine stones? Don’t be ridiculous!
High-grade artifacts, talismans, ancient divine herbs—those are the real hard currency.
If you wave divine stones, he won’t even spare you a glance.
One could say that the Medical God is a walking treasure trove—his means of preserving life endlessly varied.
It was precisely because of this that, when Ying Huo gave chase, the Medical God managed to escape with his life.
See? Having a supreme skill really is vital!
Seeing the Medical God successfully flee, both Ye Yu and Yu Buxia couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
At the same time, this confirmed their suspicions: Ying Huo truly had lost her mind—otherwise, how could she leap at every person she saw, sword in hand?
No good—rumor had it this condition only worsened the longer it dragged on!
To prevent further deterioration, Yu Buxia and Ye Yu discussed forcibly subduing Ying Huo first, then bringing in the Medical God for treatment.
They devised a very thorough plan.
As night fell, Ye Yu remained in his room as usual, but did not rest. Instead, he sat at his desk. Though he appeared to be waiting in silence, in truth he was communicating via telepathic whispers with Yu Buxia, who hid behind the cabinet.
“Has the Medical God been notified? Have him stand by. Once we bring Ying Huo down, send for him immediately. We need to succeed on the first try.”
Yu Buxia frowned slightly and replied, “Perhaps Ying Huo left too deep a shadow on him—he’s not even answering my communication stone now. But it’s all right. Once we subdue her, we can bring her directly to the Medical God. I have the Spirit-Entangling Rope and the Bewildering Candle. Holding her for two days won’t be a problem.”
Hearing Yu Buxia’s confident words, Ye Yu immediately felt reassured.
But the next moment he sensed something was off.
“Those two artifacts—are they really legitimate?”
As Ye Yu pondered, a figure slowly appeared in the room.
Ying Huo!
At this hour, in that exact spot, forcing out that same fake smile—it felt unbearably strange.
“Have you slept?” she asked.
Honestly, every time he heard those words, Ye Yu felt like he would collapse.
“Sister, can’t you tell whether I’m asleep?” he bit back silently. “My eyes are wide open—does that look like someone sleeping?”
Though his mind screamed complaint, Ye Yu remained outwardly calm. He knew provoking a crazed powerhouse was exceedingly dangerous.


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