"Little Zhang, it is not that I want to lecture you, but as a god, you must work hard. The human cultivation method I told you to write is still unfinished, yet every day you come under the excuse of reporting progress just to watch the performances. That is not right!"
Ye Yu was earnestly educating Zhang Jiuyou.
This old fellow looked kind and benevolent, like a harmless elder, but deep down he was the worst of them.
Every time the dance competition held performances, he would bring half a manual and ask Ye Yu for guidance.
Ill intentions. Pure ill intentions.
Could Ye Yu even understand that thing?
Asking someone who could not cultivate to guide a cultivation method—was that not simply bullying an honest person?
That was why Zhang Jiuyou was the worst!
But Zhang Jiuyou’s defining trait was thick skin.
While watching the divine maiden dancing ahead, he said softly, "Young Master misunderstands. I truly came to report work progress. It is only that each time I arrive and see you without even someone holding up the placards, this old servant feels distressed. So I wished to offer my humble service."
As the sole judge, Ye Yu possessed one-vote veto power.
To avoid unnecessary words, he had designed two placards.
One with a check mark, one with a cross.
If appearance, figure, or dance failed to meet standard in even one aspect, a cross meant immediate elimination.
Only if all were acceptable would the check mark be raised for advancement to the next round.
Truth be told, over time, it had indeed become physical labor.
Seeing how "sincere" Zhang Jiuyou appeared, Ye Yu found it inconvenient to say more and cast him a glance.
The latter was exceptionally perceptive and immediately raised the check mark at his side.
"Good, passed. This divine maiden truly danced well and may advance to the next round. Next, contestant number eight hundred eighty-eight, please enter!"
Listening to Zhang Jiuyou’s emotionally rich announcement, Ye Yu nodded in satisfaction.
The old fellow had insight. For now, he could stay.
The human cultivation method could wait a little longer anyway.
Seeing that Ye Yu was no longer driving him away, Zhang Jiuyou grinned and leaned closer, whispering, "Young Master, the next one is a lucky repeating number. We must watch carefully. If she is acceptable, I can have her visit you tonight to report work."
Hearing this, Ye Yu looked at Zhang Jiuyou in surprise.
"You have the makings of greatness."
Receiving praise, Zhang Jiuyou smiled modestly.
But he quickly lost that smile.
The next contestant, number eight hundred eighty-eight, turned out to be a man dressed as a woman. His moustache was not even cleanly shaved, and his build was thick and stocky.
It should be known that when organizing this dance competition, Ye Yu had set a clear rule. Only divine maidens were allowed.
You dare come dressed as a woman to compete? And looking this ugly? Intentionally trying to disgust people, were you?
When number eight hundred eighty-eight saw the expressions of Ye Yu and Zhang Jiuyou, he knew his disguise had been exposed.
Yet he did not leave the stage. Instead, he said softly, "Honored judges, do not look at me like that. Though I am a male god, my dancing is very beautiful. If you do not believe me, watch first before judging. Who says men are inferior to women?"
Truthfully, when that coarse man used a delicate falsetto voice, Ye Yu genuinely wanted to kill someone.
Was it not better to find a quiet place in the God Realm and cultivate properly? Why come out just to nauseate others?
Cross-dressing you may be proud of, but angering others makes your fate uncertain.
Ye Yu grabbed a divine fruit from the table and hurled it over, roaring, "Castrate him! Quickly, castrate him!"
Zhang Jiuyou stepped forward decisively, pressing the man to the ground and sealing his mouth with precision.
He did not even give the man a chance to beg for mercy.
Then he asked in a low voice, "Young Master, shall I cut him here on the spot, or take him backstage first?"
Before Ye Yu could answer, a system voice rang within his sea of consciousness.
"Detected instability in the soul of the Cloud Nurturing target. Abnormal condition. Please stabilize her mind immediately."
Hearing this, Ye Yu’s heart jolted. He instantly flashed away.
Seeing this, Zhang Jiuyou was slightly stunned. "Why did Young Master leave?"
A nearby member of the God Clan approached curiously. "Exalted God, what should we do?"
Zhang Jiuyou pondered briefly before making a decision.
"Since Young Master did not give explicit instructions, let us do half and half. Cut half here, then cut the other half later. And make the incision steady. We must be able to piece it back together afterward. That way we look professional."
Hearing this, the man twisted his head in disbelief to look at Zhang Jiuyou.
Why are you so vicious?
Meanwhile, Ye Yu returned to his room and immediately checked Qi Yuan’s situation.
She was in a dim city. Before her stood the female ghost in bridal attire, blood tears on ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) her face, arms extended as if to embrace Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan’s eyes were tightly shut. She held her sword horizontally before her, her soul violently shaken.
Although the ghost had not fully embraced her yet, the health bar at the side had already dropped by one third.
Clearly, once the woman completed the embrace, Qi Yuan would die instantly.
Judging by the thin divine power around her, she could not endure more than a few breaths.
What should he do?
Qi Yuan’s state was clearly abnormal. The blue slot was not even present, giving Ye Yu no opportunity to send any life-saving items.
No, even if there were a blue slot, it would not help.
The items on Ye Yu were of too high a rank. If deployed in the Mortal Realm, they would trigger heavenly tribulation. At that point, no one would survive. It would still be a dead end.
Left with no choice, Ye Yu asked the system directly.
"Is there any method to save Qi Yuan?"
The system quickly replied.
"Ten divine stones: emit terrifying aura to deter the female ghost."
"One hundred divine stones: summon lightning strike to repel the female ghost."
"One thousand divine stones: summon the Fist of Heavenly Mandate to descend and heavily injure the female ghost."
For a moment, Ye Yu fell silent.
The system could not help but ask again, "Which method does Host choose to rescue the Cloud Nurturing target?"
"You bastard! You could recharge and you did not say so earlier?"
Ye Yu nearly broke down and burst into profanity.
The system replied weakly, "You never asked before."
Ye Yu roared, "If I did not ask, could you not proactively tell me? How are you this unintelligent?"
Just as his words fell, Qi Yuan’s small health bar dropped another segment.
Ye Yu did not dare hesitate further. He decisively took out one thousand divine stones and recharged.
The next moment, a surface resembling a shimmering mirage appeared.
The system said softly, "Host, please throw a punch."
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