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Chapter 89: Evil God Negotiations
(Thank you, 'Shenxiang Jiucang' Alliance Leader)
Faced with He Dayou’s sudden surge of power, Zhang Yu merely smiled faintly—already certain of the outcome in his mind.
“The Competition Team really is impressive,” he thought. “In just these few days, their progress has been this great. He Dayou’s Physical Strength Level is now slightly higher than mine… but still—”
Zhang Yu had chosen this strength contest precisely to test the results of his own recent cultivation.
At this moment, with a sudden, explosive contraction of every muscle in his body, Zhang Yu’s frame twisted like a tightly coiled rope. Muscles compressed and leveraged against one another, transforming raw tension into a terrifying surge of power that surged through his entire body and erupted from his palms.
With the 10th-level Chisui Hunyuanqi amplifying his control, Zhang Yu could unleash physical force far beyond what his level should allow—especially against opponents with comparable strength.
Boom!
A thunderous impact slammed into He Dayou, overwhelming him with unstoppable force. He was flung backward like a ragdoll, crashing hard onto the ground with a sharp thud.
The familiar dizziness returned—the spinning vision, the cold, unforgiving floor, the full-body ache.
He blinked, dazed, then slowly pushed himself up.
This feeling… it was too familiar.
Again? He’d been defeated in an instant—just like last time, when he’d fought Zhang Yu. Even after his Physical Strength Level had skyrocketed, he’d lost once more?
He stared at Zhang Yu, eyes wide with disbelief. “How… how can his strength be greater than mine? Has his Physical Strength Level surpassed mine?”
At a distance, Qian Shen and Zhao Tianxing turned to watch, their gazes fixed on the fallen He Dayou, eyes alight with astonishment.
Qian Shen muttered, “Is Zhang Yu’s improvement really greater than He Dayou’s?”
Zhao Tianxing pondered silently: “How did he even do it? Just how much has Zhang Yu raised his Physical Strength Level in such a short time? More than even the Special Training Program?”
That same evening, after school, He Dayou went straight to the Sports Competition Team’s training hall and recounted the entire incident to Lan Ling.
Lan Ling frowned. “His Physical Strength Level couldn’t possibly be higher than yours.”
“Yet he beat you—because his technique is superior. You… lack control.”
Lan Ling glanced at him, then reached out and effortlessly lifted He Dayou with one hand, giving him a sharp shake.
He Dayou instantly felt his muscles go numb—his body no longer obeyed his will.
Lan Ling set him down. “Your control over your own muscles—especially the transplanted ones—is too weak. You’re not even tapping into your true potential.”
“Keep going with the surgery and training. Once you’ve integrated more muscle fibers and can fully utilize the enhanced tissue, you won’t lose to Zhang Yu again.”
…
Meanwhile, at the same time, Zhang Yu walked back to his rented apartment, quietly circulating the Chisui Hunyuanqi through his body.
But as he opened the door, he paused—staring at the broken doll lying on the bed.
“Evil God?”
It was a tattered, threadbare doll. Two button eyes, dark and hollow, stared straight at him as he entered. There was no mistaking it—this was the very Evil God he’d wished for.
Before he could react, the doll spoke.
“My good servant… kneel before me. This is my wish.”
A sudden, shrill Ritual screamed inside Zhang Yu’s mind.
He dropped to one knee, unable to resist.
The doll on the bed burst into laughter. “Never thought this would happen. Just two or three months ago, you were a random pawn—now you’ve actually grown.”
“If I hadn’t heard you’d won first place in the Martial Arts Competition at Songyang High School, I’d never have believed it…”
Her earlier despair began to lift.
The reason she’d returned to seek Zhang Yu wasn’t just his performance—it was that she’d realized she couldn’t go back.
Once, she’d stood at the peak of the Evil God realm—wealth-free, power-free, untouchable. But after retiring, one bad investment had shattered her life. Now she was back in the field, scraping for survival.
At first, she didn’t mind. If the peak couldn’t be held, she’d just climb back up the mountain.
With decades of experience in fraud, she’d expected a smooth return—playing a top-tier Evil God in the urban world, restarting her life with a full-powered account.
But the major sects’ anti-fraud systems had evolved. Her legendary status in the Evil God world had been shattered. Betrayed by someone she trusted, she was now stranded in Kunxu Layer One, her power decimated, her influence gone.
“Damn it… if I get caught and deported, I’m finished.”
“My power’s draining too fast. My intelligence’s dropping again. If this keeps up… I’ll be nothing but a mindless toy.”
Now, she had no choice but to reach out to Zhang Yu—her last hope for resurrection.
“A poor man like him winning first place in the competition? That means I must’ve unlocked something extraordinary in him.”
“Heh… I thought I’d lost money on this deal. Turns out, I just found a goldmine—bought it at rock-bottom prices.”
And knowing Zhang Yu still owed her a wish, the doll’s spirits soared.
But then—she froze.
The man who should have been kneeling before her… was slowly rising.
“What are you doing?” she snapped.
“Are you insane? Get back down! Or do you want to die from the Ritual’s backlash?”
Zhang Yu, silent, focused on the shifting currents of Ritual Power within him.
After the initial command to kneel, the icy chill of the Ritual had faded. But barely seconds later—WAAAH!—the Ritual screamed again.
Zhang Yu blinked. Then he realized.
“It’s… pushing me to train?”
“But the other wish was to kneel.”
“So… they’re conflicting?”
Curiosity sparked in his mind: “In that case… which one takes priority?”
He tested it—stood up. Instantly, the Ritual screamed: “Kneel! Kneel NOW!”
Zhang Yu felt the Ritual Power split—two streams pulling in opposite directions. One urged him to train. The other demanded he fall to his knees.
“So it’s a conflict, then.”
But when he activated Chisui Hunyuanqi and entered deep cultivation mode, all the screaming stopped.
“So… training takes precedence over kneeling?”
“Is it the order of the wishes?”
Staring at the standing Zhang Yu, the doll initially thought he’d lost his mind—risking death for defiance.
But seeing his calm, composed expression, she realized something was wrong.
Yet she didn’t understand—she hadn’t lived through the past two months with the Ritual’s constant presence, 24/7, whispering in his mind.
She remembered giving him two wishes, but she hadn’t considered how the Ritual had woven every single one of his daily goals—getting into a good university, joining a major sect, working hard to earn money and buy the antique items in his shopping cart—into the very fabric of his life.
She didn’t grasp the contradiction between “kneel” and the chain of actions that had already been set in motion.
But when she sensed something was off, she acted fast—immediately issued her next wish.
“I command you—do not harm me!”
At that moment, a deafening crack split the air.
A massive hand, wreathed in swirling white spiritual energy, clamped down on the doll, crushing it in its grip.
“Release me, you fool!” the doll shrieked.
Zhang Yu loosened his grip slightly—but then the white energy surged again, twisting and compressing the doll like a training dummy.
Zhang Yu felt the shift in the Ritual’s cold power.
“So… when wishes conflict, the priority is determined by order?”
“The chain of goals—study, train, get into a good school, join a major sect, earn money… all these actions were set in motion first. Their priority surpasses the later wishes.”
“Meaning… as long as I maintain my cultivation and study, any conflicting wish that contradicts this path can be suppressed.”
Right now, Zhang Yu was using the broken doll as a training tool for Wuxiang Yun’gang.
And under this state, the Ritual no longer screamed at him to kneel—or to release the doll.
Zhang Yu looked at the struggling doll, then said calmly:
“Shut up.”
With each slow, deliberate breath of Wuxiang Yun’gang, his hand pressed down—gently, yet with crushing force. The doll’s fabric groaned under the pressure, as if ready to tear apart at any moment.
Then came Zhang Yu’s voice, quiet but cutting:
“You just said… ‘do not harm me.’”
As the Wuxiang Yun’gang pressed harder, the force on the doll intensified—like a slow, inevitable attack.
“So… if I destroy this doll, I’m hurting you, right?”
The doll felt the cold, merciless intent in Zhang Yu’s eyes—calm, yet full of battle-hardened resolve.
Her heart sank.
“Damn it… he’s reacting this fast? No… is my intelligence dropping again?”
She warned desperately: “Zhang Yu! If you harm me, you’ll be instantly killed by the Ritual’s backlash!”
“You can feel it, can’t you? The Ritual is watching you!”
Zhang Yu said nothing.
But the moment he’d even thought of harming the doll, the Ritual screamed again.
“So the rule against harming the Evil God… takes precedence over any wish?”
He knew this was the moment to show no fear.
So he unleashed full power of the 10th-level Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture—pouring out a battle-ready aura, one that dared the heavens themselves.
He had to act like he was ready to tear the roof off the house—only then might he get a chance to open a window.
And then, calmly, he said:
“Then let’s die together. Otherwise… what’s the point of living as your servant forever?”
The sheer, unyielding will in Zhang Yu’s eyes—fueled by the Tianwu Scripture—sent a chill through the doll.
In that gaze, she truly felt it: the will to fight to the death.
(End of Chapter)
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