Chapter 38

That night, in Luo Yang's room.

In the spacious bedroom, moonlight spilled across the floor like silver radiance through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Everyone else had been settled in.

Yuanen Yehui had returned to her own room to rest, while Nanali was arranged in a guest room equipped with "special monitoring arrays," euphemistically called "VIP treatment," but in reality, she was under strict 24-hour surveillance.

Ye Guyi remained with Luo Yang for the time being, as there were still matters to discuss.

Only Luo Yang and Ye Guyi were left in the room.

The angel girl still stood by the window, the moonlight gilding her entire form in a dreamlike halo, making her look too beautiful to be mortal.

Luo Yang was just about to speak.

"Knock, knock."

A knock sounded at the door.

Leng Yaozhu pushed the door open and entered, clearly having something she wanted to discuss with Luo Yang in private.

Seeing that Ye Guyi was still there, she paused for a moment, then walked over naturally and sat on the edge of Luo Yang's bed, her slender legs crossed in a posture both languid and elegant.

"Aunt Leng, regarding Qiangu Zhangting..." Luo Yang brought up the topic himself.

"I am going straight to Qiangu Dongfeng," Leng Yaozhu interrupted him. "His grandson hired assassins to kill my disciple. This debt must be settled clearly. I want to see what Qiangu Dongfeng has to say for himself this time."

"There is no need, Aunt Leng," Luo Yang shook his head.

Leng Yaozhu frowned slightly: "Are you suggesting we just let it go? He almost killed you!"

"Of course I won't let it go." Luo Yang's smile faded, and a bone-chilling coldness flashed through his eyes.

"I just feel that complaining to Qiangu Dongfeng will at most get Qiangu Zhangting a few days of confinement or some compensation. That guy is narrow-minded; he'll just keep causing trouble later. That treats the symptoms, not the root cause."

"Then what do you mean?"

Luo Yang was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly, his voice calm yet every word clear:

"What I am thinking of is not just Qiangu Zhangting alone."

Leng Yaozhu's eyes narrowed slightly.

"The Qiangu Family dominates the Spirit Pagoda, bullying others with their power and colluding with the Holy Spirit Cult. They have committed countless dirty deeds."

Luo Yang's voice was steady, yet it cut like a sharp blade. "Qiangu Zhangting is merely the tip of the iceberg. As long as the Qiangu Family exists, similar things will keep happening. Instead of dealing with small troubles time and again, it would be better to..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the implication was self-evident.

Leng Yaozhu looked at him deeply and remained silent for a long time.

She certainly understood what Luo Yang meant: wipe out the Qiangu Family entirely to eliminate future trouble.

"Have you made up your mind?" she asked.

"Take it slow," Luo Yang smiled. "Let's handle what's in front of us first, one step at a time."

Leng Yaozhu said nothing more, merely nodding gently.

If she wanted to revive the Leng Family, the Qiangu Family was an unavoidable stumbling block.

And today, this conflict had simply been brought out into the open.

After Leng Yaozhu left, the room was finally left to Luo Yang and Ye Guyi.

The moonlight was like water, flowing silently.

Ye Guyi turned from the window, her gaze resting calmly on Luo Yang.

"By the way, there is something I have wanted to ask you for a long time," Luo Yang said, his tone casual.

Ye Guyi tilted her head slightly, waiting for him to continue.

"What is your dying wish?" Luo Yang asked. "Since I summoned you, I have to know what you want. We are partners, after all; we should at least have a common goal."

Ye Guyi was silent for a moment.

Under the moonlight, her eyes were somewhat distant, as if she were recalling a far-off past, memories long since sealed away.

"Dying wish..." she repeated the words softly, her tone carrying a trace of bewilderment and melancholy.

Luo Yang waited quietly.

According to his memory of the original work, Ye Guyi was a righteous Paladin who spent her entire life fighting Evil Soul Masters and eventually died at their hands.

Her dying wish was likely some righteous mission, such as "completely eradicate all Evil Soul Masters in the world."

However.

Ye Guyi raised her head, her gaze passing over Luo Yang as if piercing through time and space to see some unreachable existence.

"I want..." she spoke slowly, her voice as light as a breeze.

"To recreate the Angel God throne."

Luo Yang's pupils constricted, and he froze in place.

What?!

The Angel God throne?

Wasn't that the God Position that Qian Renxue inherited ten thousand years ago, only to be shattered during the War of the Two Gods?

To recreate the Angel God position is equivalent to self-creating a First-Class God position! The difficulty of this is countless times greater than becoming a god itself! It could even be called a pipe dream!

Ye Guyi watched his reaction, lowered her eyes slightly, and added:

"If it's too hard... we can choose another. I was just speaking off the cuff."

"No need." Luo Yang took a deep breath and offered a helpless smile. "Let's go with this one."

If it's the Angel God position, then so be it.

Since he already planned to overturn the Abyss Plane and oppose Tang San, adding the goal of "recreating the Angel God position" was just like having too many debts to worry about—a few more lice wouldn't make him itch.

Ye Guyi was slightly startled, then a complex light flashed in the depths of her eyes.

She looked at the young man before her, who was young in age yet inexplicably convincing, and nodded gently.

"Thank you."

Night fell quickly.

Luo Yang let out a yawn.

Today had been truly exhausting.

"Sister Guyi, where are you sleeping tonight?" he asked casually, looking around.

This was his room, and there was only one bed. Although the bed was large, but...

Ye Guyi looked around and remained silent for a moment: "I don't need to sleep. I can meditate."

No sooner had she finished speaking—

"Knock, knock."

The sound of knocking echoed, leaving no room for even a breath.

The door was pushed open.

Leng Yaozhu appeared at the doorway, having changed into a light, thin silk nightgown, her long hair draped over her shoulders; she was clearly dressed for bed. The moonlight outlined her graceful curves, and she radiated a lazy, lethal charm.

"Aunt Leng?" Luo Yang was stunned, his sleepiness instantly clearing by more than half. "Why are you here again..."

"I was afraid you wouldn't be used to sleeping alone," Leng Yaozhu said as a matter of course, without a hint of embarrassment in her tone, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

Then her gaze fell upon Ye Guyi, and she smiled—a smile so gentle it could wring out water:

"Guyi hasn't slept yet either? Perfect, let's join together. It's livelier with more people."

Luo Yang: "???"

Join together for what?!

What do you mean "perfect, let's join together"?

What do you mean "it's livelier with more people"?

Before he could even protest, Leng Yaozhu had already climbed onto the bed naturally, occupying the side near the window.

She patted the spot beside her and beckoned to Luo Yang, her eyes curving into crescents: "Come, come over."

Don't mess around... Luo Yang's expression stiffened for a moment.

Ye Guyi watched this scene expressionlessly, remaining silent for three seconds.

Then—

She walked silently to the bedside and lay down on the side opposite Leng Yaozhu, occupying the side near the door.

Her movements were smooth and fluid, without a ripple of emotion.

Luo Yang: "..."

So the two of you just decided this with such tacit understanding?

Did anyone ask for my opinion?

And so.

Luo Yang was sandwiched in the middle, flanked by "women" on both sides.

On his left was Leng Yaozhu, whose warm body heat radiated through her thin nightgown, carrying a faint, lingering fragrance; every breath he took was filled with her scent.

On his right was Ye Guyi, whose holy aura lingered around her; even while lying down, she was like a sleeping angel, sacred and inviolable.

He was stuck in the middle like the filling of a sandwich, or perhaps a prisoner flanked by two great guardians.

He didn't dare to move a muscle.

Roll to the left—he bumped into Leng Yaozhu.

Roll to the right—he bumped into Ye Guyi.

Lying flat, the temperature and scents from both sides hit him simultaneously; the left was fiery, the right was cold. It was a heaven and hell of ice and fire that was simply suffocating.

Luo Yang couldn't sleep at all. He stared at the pitch-black ceiling with his eyes wide open, silently counting sheep.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep...