“Waaah!” Yang Hao cried out in pain, quickly pulling his hand back. Strangely enough, the bleeding had stopped and no longer spurted outward, though the wound remained clearly visible. “Sure enough, it’s the King of Hell. Killing so silently—respect, respect.” Despite the serious injury, Yang Hao remained nonchalant, continuing to babble nonsense. After all, he was already dead, so what did he have to fear from ghosts or monsters? They couldn’t kill him again, right?
“Who told you I’m the King of Hell?” The beautiful woman, though no longer attacking, pouted with clear dissatisfaction. Her stunning eyes could kill with a single glance. “Am I really as ugly as the King of Hell?”
“Narcissist,” Yang Hao muttered under his breath, too afraid to say it louder. Instead, he switched to a flattering tone: “Hehe, Fairy Sister, isn’t this place Hell? Who else in Hell could be as powerful as you, Fairy Sister?!” He paused, suddenly recalling something. “Wait, are you perhaps the King of Hell’s wife—Yan Po? Or maybe his mistress—Yan Nai?”
“You insufferable fool!” The woman was furious, her teeth grinding, but helplessly so at his sincere expression. “This isn’t Hell at all, and you’re not dead! That so-called King of Hell isn’t even worthy of being my man.”
“Not dead? Not Hell?” Yang Hao was stunned. Looking around, he couldn’t quite believe it. “Impossible! How can this place not be the underworld? It’s so bizarre—neither heaven nor earth, and not a single sign of life. Besides, I was thrown into the suffocating black hole. I should definitely be dead, unless I’ve somehow cultivated an immortal body?”
The woman scoffed coldly. “Those who enter the suffocating black hole die only if we allow it. If we don’t, even death won’t claim them.”
“Pff, talking like you’re so powerful,” Yang Hao retorted, hating arrogant boasting, even from such a stunning beauty. “Deciding who lives or dies—do you think you’re a god?”
A god? Yang Hao wasn’t unfamiliar with the term. He had seen the Holy Bear before, and recently heard of the divine race in the universe. In his mind, all divine beings had strange appearances, usually ancient mythical beasts. The idea of a beautiful goddess like the ones in myths seemed utterly impossible. Thus, Yang Hao firmly believed this elegant beauty was likely a female ghost, at most the mistress of the King of Hell.
Yet, life often surprises you when you least expect it.
Hearing Yang Hao’s words, the woman actually smiled. That smile was so enchanting that Yang Hao felt his very bones melt. It was like a flame upon an icy mountain, radiating gentle warmth from the cold.
“That’s right, you’re right. I am a deity,” the woman said playfully, her moist lips shimmering. “Welcome here. The Divine Realm will make your journey worthwhile.”
“The Divine Realm?” Yang Hao exclaimed. “Are you really a member of the Divine Race?”
The woman’s smile faded as she moved closer to Yang Hao, bringing with her a refreshing fragrance. Yet her voice was colder than ice. “Yes, a true member of the Divine Race. One finger movement can end your life.”
Yang Hao felt as if he’d been plunged into an icy cave, too frightened to speak. Offending a divine being was no joke. His ten fingers still ached from the encounter.
“You’re Yang Hao?”
“Uh… Yes, the dashing, heroic, and incomparable Yang Hao, the number one sword genius in the universe.”
“So your name is Yang Hao?” The woman, clearly impatient, glared at him. Somehow, she now held a notebook and a thin, vine-like pen, busily jotting things down.
“Exactly! I’m the one and only Yang Hao.”
“Gender?”
“Do you need to ask? You’re not blind, are you?” Yang Hao snapped, growing annoyed.
The woman glanced between his legs and shook her head disdainfully. “Too small, can’t see.”
Yang Hao instinctively clenched his legs, grumbling, “I think I’m still male, unless you lot have changed me.”
“Special skills?”
“Making aphrodisiacs!” At this, Yang Hao perked up, eagerly pulling out a pill and offering it. “Fairy Sister, want one? It tastes great—I guarantee you’ll want more after trying it.”
“Peddling snake oil!” The woman wrote furiously without even glancing at his pill. “Marital status?”
This question made Yang Hao hesitate. He reluctantly withdrew the pill, speaking in an unusually serious tone. “Married.”
“When did you get married?” Even Yuanzi, the Primordial Master, shouted in shock. “Apprentice, when did you secretly get married without even inviting your master? You’re really asking for punishment!”
“Master Mingyuan, never mind,” Yang Hao muttered, full of resentment and unsure where to vent it.
When the woman heard Yang Hao was married, she looked at him with a strange expression before lowering her head and scribbling furiously.
“Fairy Sister, why are you asking so many questions? They told me I’m here to cultivate. Isn’t it enough to just train in divine techniques?” Yang Hao asked, puzzled. “Why all the questions? Are you trying to set me up with a girlfriend?”
His flippant attitude had no effect on the woman’s work. After a few quick strokes, she frowned in frustration. “How can I assign you a proper place without knowing your strengths first? There are countless divine beings here—we must find the right spot for you.”
“True, true. It’s important to match cultivation to one’s talents,” Yang Hao agreed happily, reminding her, “Fairy Sister, remember to find me a good teacher. Definitely no dangerous training. I’ve suffered enough these years. I really need a proper master.”
“You little brat! Saying I’m not a proper master—do you want me to burn your intestines?” Yuanzi raged from within Yang Hao’s dantian.
Yet, the woman actually sympathized with Yang Hao’s complaint. Nodding, she sighed, “Exactly. You’ve grown up learning random nonsense. Out of all the people we’ve brought in, you’re the weakest, with not a single notable skill.”
“No skills?” Yang Hao’s eyes widened. He had always considered himself the greatest sword genius in the universe. How could someone say he had no skills? “I’ve got plenty! Don’t even get me started on my bedroom techniques or alchemy. Take my flying sword, for instance—it’s unmatched in the universe.”
“Flying sword?” The woman’s interest piqued, and she picked up her pen again. “Can you slice through an entire mountain with one strike?”
“Uh…”
Seeing his hesitation, the woman already knew the answer. Still, she kindly continued. “Can you control ten thousand swords at once, creating a rain of swords across heaven and earth?”
“Uh… Maybe a few swords, enough to fly around and scare people a bit.”
“Worthless!” The woman scolded bluntly but continued trying to find something redeeming. “Can you fly?”
“Of course! Of course!” Yang Hao beamed, finally encountering something he could boast about. “I learned flying techniques at school. After refining pills, I fly even better. Just give me a cape and wear my underwear outside, and I’ll be a real superman!”
“Superman is lame and not even handsome,” the woman scoffed. “Can you traverse space with your body alone? Without a spaceship, how many light-years can you fly per hour?”
Yang Hao’s mouth dropped open so wide it nearly stayed that way. “Traverse space with my body? Fly light-years alone?”
“Not even that?” The woman stared at him in disbelief, as though he were an idiot. “Goodness, how can someone this useless even exist?”
“I still have a secret technique!” Yang Hao had no choice but to go all out. He stretched out both hands, channeling his inner energy from his dantian. As he released it through his palms, two streams of true fire erupted like dragons, scorching the air with intense heat, looking quite impressive.
Seeing Yang Hao exert himself to this extent, the woman finally nodded, reluctantly noting it down on her paper: “Special skill: Roasting chicken wings.”
After writing, she motioned for Yang Hao to follow her. Yang Hao had just begun to smile, hoping to strike up a conversation, but she turned her back to him immediately.
“Bossy woman,” Yang Hao grumbled, clearly dissatisfied. “Definitely can’t find a husband.”
“Still has a decent figure though,” Yuanzi, the old pervert, drooled. “I can’t resist a beauty in OL-style trousers and high heels. I’d probably leap out of my body and fly into her belly.”
“You call that a good figure? Have you even seen a real beauty?” Yang Hao shook his head. “Master Mingyuan’s figure is the real…”
“Seen it already. Nothing special,” Yuanzi drooled. “Besides, even if Mingyuan is beautiful, she’s just a normal human. But this one—she’s a divine being! Practicing bedroom techniques with a goddess—imagine the results! My goodness, just thinking about it makes me excited.”
“With a woman this fierce? Forget it,” Yang Hao thought nervously. “Unless she decides to rape me.”
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