Chapter 150: The Goddess’s Slave (1)

“Stay calm! Stay calm!” Yang Hao nonchalantly raised his hand. Although he barely reached the thigh of the giant Garuda, he still exuded tremendous aura, actually calming the furious creature down. “I understand your eagerness to find your eggs. After all, what man can live without his own testicles? But you can’t just grab someone and accuse them of stealing your precious eggs. You yourself know that your eggs are absolutely gigantic. If we had stolen them, where could we possibly hide them?”

These words made Xin Mei nod repeatedly in agreement. She had begun to admire Yang Hao’s talent. Only now did she realize that Yang Hao’s greatest strength wasn’t any kind of magic, but rather his silver tongue that could talk the dead back to life.

“Nonsense!” Garuda was in a rage and wouldn’t let Yang Hao off the hook so easily. “There are only the two of you here. The Divine Realm has always had a sparse population, so who else could possibly be here?”

“Just because the population is sparse doesn’t mean there’s no one at all. As long as there are people, there’s a possibility that someone could come. And if someone comes, there’s a chance they might steal your eggs,” Yang Hao said with great sorrow and indignation. “Such a simple concept, how could you, dear sir Chicken, not understand? Next time, you should definitely take better security measures. At the very least, you should purchase some insurance. Speaking of which, I have a friend who sells insurance. I can introduce you to him for a discount…”

“What would others want with my eggs?” Garuda wasn’t a stupid bird. His sharp beak was almost touching Yang Hao’s nose. At this distance, Yang Hao noticed that this seemingly ferocious Garuda was actually cross-eyed, with both eyes slanting outward. He couldn’t even see the egg liquid dripping all over Yang Hao.

This discovery emboldened Yang Hao even more. He decided to make things up completely. “Everyone knows the only use for eggs is to eat them. Perhaps someone from your Divine Realm got hungry and stole them to cook with. Come to think of it, I can actually smell the scent of scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Maybe the restaurant is cooking it right now.”

“Restaurant?” Garuda was stunned. “What’s a restaurant?”

“You don’t even know what a restaurant is… My god, how do you people normally eat?”

“What eating?” Garuda was both frustrated and impatient. “The divine race doesn’t need to eat. Depending on the different innate abilities of each race, we can sustain ourselves by absorbing spiritual energy and cultivating our bodies.”

“Uh… Well then, if the divine race here doesn’t eat earthly food, the mystery of the missing eggs becomes even more suspicious.”

“Fat-Ding! It’s Fat-Ding!” Xin Mei suddenly seemed to awaken from a dream, finally realizing the truth. “I bet it was that gluttonous meatball Fat-Ding. In the entire Divine Realm, he’s the most greedy eater, always talking about trying new recipes.”

“Fat-Ding?” Garuda was half-convinced, half-doubtful.

“Scrambled eggs with tomatoes,” Yang Hao sinisterly bared his teeth. “Two tomatoes and one giant egg. Toss them into the pan and stir-fry. Sizzle! It smells so good.”

Garuda stood there in a daze for a moment. Suddenly, he stamped his foot and wailed in grief: “My child! My precious child! Born only once every twenty thousand years! How could you have ended up as scrambled eggs? Fat-Ding, I’ll have your fat life!”

As he spoke, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed across the sky. The rain poured down in torrents, with droplets as big as soybeans, as if they were Garuda’s heartfelt tears. The giant bird man suddenly flapped his wings. His golden wings spanned more than ten meters, like two vast golden clouds. With a powerful beat of his wings, he shot like an arrow into the layers of dark clouds, obviously off to find the unfortunate Fat-Ding who had inadvertently brought disaster upon himself.

“Who asked him to be fat,” Xin Mei murmured with a frown, looking as if she pitied the poor soul.

“Being fat has its advantages,” Yang Hao sinisterly grinned with a mischievous expression, his face full of the look of a scheming rogue. “Who knows which of the two divine beings will be stronger when they fight. Perhaps Fat-Ding will even get to enjoy three-cup chicken today. What a lucky guy.”

Only then did Xin Mei remember that Yang Hao was still her subordinate. Once she canceled the alarm, she immediately put on a stern expression and glared fiercely at Yang Hao: “You bastard, do you know how much trouble you’ve caused? If the divine races start fighting, it will surely shake the heavens and earth.”

“The heavens and earth have already changed enough,” Yang Hao replied, drenched like a drowned chicken by the rain. Strangely, the rain caused by Garuda wasn’t widespread; it was actually only raining directly above Yang Hao. No matter which way Yang Hao tried to dodge, the rain cloud continued to follow him, leaving the rest of the world clear and sunny while Yang Hao was left soaked and dizzy from the downpour.

“Hmph!” Xin Mei snorted, lightly clapped her hands, and instantly, the rain clouds following Yang Hao vanished into thin air.

“Woah, my fairy goddess, little lover, that trick of yours is amazing,” Yang Hao stared in awe at the bright sun in the sky, unable to find even a trace of clouds.

Xin Mei looked at Yang Hao as if he were an idiot: “That’s nothing. In the Divine Realm, most deities have the ability to control the world. As long as we wish, we can completely change the world you see, unless your power surpasses ours.”

“Awesome, so awesome. This is way better than making love potions,” Yang Hao said enviously, drool almost dripping from his mouth. “Will I be able to gain this ability after special training?”

“Special training?” Xin Mei narrowed her eyes, asking with a strange expression.

“Exactly, special training! The Anti-Empire Alliance sent me here specifically for your special training. Once I have the power to resist the Empire, I’ll go out and lead the heroes to defeat the Empire, leaving not a single soldier alive.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea,” Xin Mei listened with interest.

“Not just not bad, it’s absolutely great,” Yang Hao was already regretting his initial hesitation about coming here. He almost missed out on a treasure. Where else in the world could be better than this place? Forget everything else, if he could just learn a tiny bit of these divine skills, even just the ability to control the weather, he’d be unstoppable outside. “Once I complete your special training and gain the power of the divine race, how could the Empire ever stand against me? I’d be able to sing whenever I want, kill whenever I please.”

“Calm down!” Xin Mei raised her delicate hand to stop Yang Hao from getting too excited. Her learning ability was truly impressive; she even managed to perfectly mimic Yang Hao’s tone when saying those two words. “The place you’re in now is called the Hidden Divine Realm, also known as the Ninth Divine Realm. Among all the secluded areas for divine races, this one ranks ninth and is the last one. In the Ninth Divine Realm, there reside over 300 races of deities, each possessing their own unique abilities. Their innate talents allow every divine race to reshape heaven and earth, achieving unparalleled victories wherever they go.”

“Amazing, so amazing,” Yang Hao kept exclaiming in admiration. “It’s truly a gathering of experts. If each of them teaches me just one move, I’ll be invincible in the world.”

Xin Mei completely ignored Yang Hao’s daydreaming and continued speaking on her own: “Each of these divine races once had days of commanding wind and rain in the ordinary world, but now they all live in seclusion here, not involving themselves in worldly affairs. The Hidden Divine Realm’s only connection to the outside world is through a cave…”

“They don’t want to get involved? Then I will!” Yang Hao was really excited. “If they don’t want to command wind and rain, I’ll do it for them! In the future, I’ll be able to live in luxury, enjoying delicious food and having as many beautiful women as I want. It’s just too good.”

“Kikikiki…” Xin Mei, a beautiful woman, laughed in a terrifying way. “You sure have a nice imagination. Have you ever thought about why these divine races, who were once so glorious, ended up hiding in the Hidden Divine Realm?”

This was indeed a question. Even with all his excitement and inability to contain himself, Yang Hao couldn’t help but scratch his head hard, trying to figure it out thoroughly.

“Maybe they’ve seen through the illusions of the world?” Yang Hao made what he thought was the wisest choice. “Perhaps the divine races are too powerful, and they had accidents while cultivating their skills. Without love potions to help them, they’ve seen through the illusions of the world and became monks?”

“Unfortunately, these divine races haven’t just seen through the illusions of the world; they haven’t even given up their most basic desires. Those who liked eating still eat, those who liked killing still kill, and those who liked women still pursue them,” Xin Mei shook her head with a sigh, showing that this divine realm wasn’t as peaceful as ordinary people imagined.

“That’s strange then. If they still want to eat, drink, and pursue women, why hide here?” Yang Hao couldn’t figure it out even after scratching his head raw. “Isn’t it better to be a god outside? You can enjoy luxury, have lots of followers willingly offering themselves.”

Xin Mei sneered, her eyes flashing with coldness: “If they could remain gods, who would come here to live as recluses? The only thing to regret is you ordinary people. You’ve learned too much from the divine race but have shown no gratitude. Instead, time and again, you’ve driven us to the brink, forcing us into seclusion.”

The more Yang Hao listened, the more something felt off. He felt a chill creeping in from all directions, as if he had fallen into a valley of cold winds.

“Then… what about the hands?”

“The divine race taught you many skills, and ordinary people are numerous while divine offspring are scarce. Once you established yourselves, you developed technology, causing divine authority to decline until we were forced into seclusion,” Xin Mei sighed to the heavens, her beautiful face showing a hint of sorrow. “The glory of the divine race is long gone. How many species in this universe still believe in gods? Our so-called Divine Realm is nothing more than a refuge for forgotten deities.”

Although Xin Mei spoke calmly, her words were like thunder hidden in light clouds. In an instant, the surrounding silence was filled with a cacophony of sounds—shouts, dragon roars, and the howls of unknown creatures, making Yang Hao tremble with fear.

“Disciple, something’s wrong,” the voice of Hun Yuanzi timely chimed in, also carrying a hint of eeriness that nearly made Yang Hao jump.

Actually, Hun Yuanzi didn’t even need to remind him. Yang Hao himself had already sensed the problem: “If… if the divine race hates ordinary people so much, why bother with special training? Why help the alliance against the Empire?”

“There’s no special training at all,” Xin Mei finally revealed her sly nature. “From beginning to end, there was no special training. It’s a deception, a scheme specifically designed to fool fools like you.”

“A scheme!!” Yang Hao couldn’t help but roar. Although his legs were already trembling, he stomped his foot in anger. Lately, something strange had been going on. Despite being as smart as Yang Hao, he kept falling into other people’s schemes one after another. His situation seemed to be getting worse and worse, almost to the point of being exiled into the cosmos.

But this time, Yang Hao was truly in a desperate situation, perhaps even risking his life.

“Although the divine race lives in seclusion, they still need to live their lives and require a large number of servants for daily tasks. Naturally, these tasks can’t be done by the divine race themselves,” Xin Mei calmly revealed the truth. “So we told that ridiculous alliance that we could help them train their leader, as long as they regularly send people here. After all, you ordinary people have nothing but an abundance of people.”

“If you need slaves, why specifically choose a leader?” Yang Hao couldn’t understand and began to worry about his own tragic fate. “At most, I can send you a few ten thousand bears. I run a bear training facility. I have plenty. In the future, I can provide a long-term supply. Whether you want them as slaves or for bear bile and paws, it’s all the same to me.”

“You don’t understand anything?” Xin Mei mocked. “The divine race has extremely strong abilities and live in environments unimaginable to ordinary people. Therefore, the slaves must also possess great strength to cope with the demands. Inferior individuals probably can’t even serve as slaves and would only be used as materials for Fat-Ding.”

“Fat-Ding! Materials!!” Suddenly, Yang Hao’s mind erased the thought of the tomato scrambled eggs. What if one day Fat-Ding wanted to eat…

“Mommy Mia!!!” Yang Hao screamed in horror. He felt as if the world was ending. This time, Yang Hao had truly hit rock bottom, worse than even stepping on dog poop. He had been forced to come to the Divine Realm in the first place. After arriving, he had accepted the situation with his easygoing nature, thinking that if he could receive special training from the divine race, he could become an unparalleled expert in the future. But who knew it would turn out so tragically, a tragedy within tragedies, a disaster within disasters.

Looking at Xin Mei now, although she was extremely beautiful and looked like a fairy, the way she looked at Yang Hao was clearly like looking at a slave. Yang Hao thought about how he might have to pour her foot-washing water every day in the future, and might even suffer her abuse and become a sex slave. He felt overwhelming sadness.

In such a situation, no matter how easygoing Yang Hao was, he couldn’t just sit back and wait for his fate. He made up his mind and suddenly pointed behind Xin Mei and shouted: “Garuda is back.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned to run. But the moment he turned around, he found Xin Mei had already appeared in front of him like a ghost, so fast that he could barely see her move.

“Did you really think such a small trick could let you escape?” Xin Mei shook her head in disdain.

When the first trick failed, Yang Hao quickly followed up with the second. In terms of quick reflexes, few people in the world could surpass him, a veteran of countless battles. Yang Hao widened his eyes, making a face as if he were straining to defecate. Then, he pulled out a handful of flower petals from his bosom and threw them into the air with all his might, shouting: “Behold my Great Sage Flower Sea!!!”

The Great Sage Flower Sea was a signature technique of Maya from the Saint Star. Yang Hao had suffered a lot from her before. Although the Great Sage techniques were ordinary human magic, the Saint Star people had once impersonated deities, and Xin Mei actually knew about this move’s power. When it came to women, the thing they feared most was having their beauty ruined. The Great Sage Flower Sea didn’t have much destructive power, but its most terrifying aspect was its ability to ruin one’s appearance.