That night, in Luo Yang's room.
Moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the spacious bedroom in silver. Everyone else had already settled in.
Yuanen Yehui had gone back to her room to rest. Na Nali had been assigned a guest room with a "special surveillance array"—ostensibly as a "VIP courtesy," though in reality she was being watched around the clock.
Ye Guyi, meanwhile, had stayed with Luo Yang for the time being. They still had things to discuss.
Only Luo Yang and Ye Guyi remained in the room.
The angelic girl still stood by the window. Moonlight cast a dreamlike glow over her, making her look almost too beautiful to be mortal.
Luo Yang was just about to say something.
"Knock, knock."
Someone knocked at the door.
Leng Yaozhu came in, apparently with something she wanted to discuss with Luo Yang in private.
Seeing that Ye Guyi was still there, she paused for a moment, then naturally walked over and sat down by Luo Yang's bed, crossing her long legs with lazy elegance.
"Aunt Leng, about Qiangu Zhangting..." Luo Yang brought up the subject first.
"I'll go straight to Qiangu Dongfeng," Leng Yaozhu cut in. "His grandson hired someone to kill you, intending to have my disciple murdered. We have to settle this score. I'd like to see what Qiangu Dongfeng has to say for himself this time."
"No need, Aunt Leng." Luo Yang shook his head.
Leng Yaozhu furrowed her brow slightly. "You're just going to let it go? He nearly got you killed!"
"Of course I'm not letting it go." Luo Yang's smile faded, a bone-chilling glint passing through his eyes.
"I just think that complaining to Qiangu Dongfeng would at most get Qiangu Zhangting a few days of house arrest, or some compensation. That guy's petty. He'll just cause trouble again later. That would treat the symptoms, not the root."
"Then what do you have in mind?"
Luo Yang fell silent for a moment, then spoke slowly, his voice calm and every word clear:
"I'm thinking beyond Qiangu Zhangting."
Leng Yaozhu's gaze sharpened.
"The Qiangu Family dominates the Spirit Pagoda, bullies others with its power, and colludes with the Holy Spirit Cult. They've done more dirty deeds than anyone can count."
Luo Yang's voice was unhurried, yet sharp as a blade. "Qiangu Zhangting is only the tip of the iceberg. As long as the Qiangu Family remains, things like this will keep happening. Instead of dealing with one small problem after another, why not..."
He left the sentence unfinished, but his meaning was unmistakable.
Leng Yaozhu looked at him for a long time without speaking.
She understood what Luo Yang meant: wipe out the Qiangu Family and be rid of the problem forever.
"Have you made up your mind?" she asked.
"We'll take it slowly." Luo Yang smiled. "First, we'll handle what's in front of us. One step at a time."
Leng Yaozhu said nothing more, only nodding gently.
If the Leng Family was to rise again, the Qiangu Family was an obstacle they couldn't avoid.
Today had merely brought the matter out into the open.
After Leng Yaozhu left, only Luo Yang and Ye Guyi remained in the room at last.
Moonlight flowed quietly, like water.
Ye Guyi turned from the window and looked at Luo Yang calmly.
"By the way, there's something I've wanted to ask you for a while." Luo Yang spoke casually.
Ye Guyi tilted her head slightly, waiting for him to continue.
"What's your wish?" Luo Yang asked. "Since I summoned you, I should at least know what you want. We're partners, after all. We ought to have a goal in common."
Ye Guyi fell silent for a moment.
In the moonlight, her gaze seemed distant, as though she were recalling a faraway past and memories long since sealed away.
"My wish..." she repeated softly, her voice tinged with confusion and wistfulness.
Luo Yang waited quietly.
From what he remembered of the original story, Ye Guyi was a righteous holy knight who had spent her life fighting Evil Soul Masters, only to die at their hands in the end.
Her wish was probably some righteous mission, like "wiping out every Evil Soul Master in the world."
But then—
Ye Guyi lifted her head. Her gaze passed over Luo Yang, as though piercing through time and space to see something beyond reach.
"I want to..." she began, her voice as light as a breeze.
"Create the Angel Godhood anew."
Luo Yang's pupils contracted. He froze in place.
What?!
The Angel Godhood?
Wasn't that the godhood Qian Renxue had inherited ten thousand years ago, only to see it shatter during the Battle of the Two Gods?
Creating the Angel Godhood anew meant creating a First-Level Godhood from scratch! That was countless times harder than becoming a god in the first place. It might as well have been a pipe dream!
Seeing his reaction, Ye Guyi lowered her eyes slightly and added:
"If it's too difficult... I can choose something else. I was just saying."
"No need." Luo Yang took a deep breath and gave her a helpless smile. "Let's go with that."
The Angel Godhood it was.
He was already planning to turn the Abyss Plane upside down and take on Tang San. Adding "create the Angel Godhood anew" to the list was no big deal. When you already had too many debts, one more made no difference.
Ye Guyi paused, a complicated glimmer passing through her eyes.
She looked at the boy before her. He was young, yet somehow inspired trust. She nodded gently.
"Thank you."
Night soon fell deep.
Luo Yang yawned.
The day had been exhausting.
"Guyi, where are you sleeping tonight?" he asked casually, glancing around.
This was his room, and there was only one bed. It was big enough, but...
Ye Guyi looked around and fell silent for a moment. "I don't need to sleep. I can meditate."
As soon as the words left her mouth—
"Knock, knock."
Someone knocked again, without even giving them a chance to catch their breath.
The door swung open.
Leng Yaozhu stood in the doorway, now dressed in a light silk nightgown, her long hair falling over her shoulders. She was clearly ready for bed. Moonlight traced her graceful curves, and she radiated a languid, bewitching allure.
"Aunt Leng?" Luo Yang was startled, his drowsiness vanishing in an instant. "Why are you back..."
"I was worried you wouldn't sleep well alone," Leng Yaozhu said matter-of-factly, without the slightest embarrassment, as if it were only natural.
Then her gaze fell on Ye Guyi. She smiled, warm enough to melt into a pool:
"Guyi, you haven't gone to bed either? Perfect, let's sleep together. More company makes it livelier."
Luo Yang: "???"
Sleep together how?!
What did she mean, "perfect, let's sleep together"?
And what did "more company makes it livelier" mean?
Before he could protest, Leng Yaozhu had already climbed into bed and claimed the side by the window.
She patted the spot beside her and beckoned to Luo Yang, her eyes curving into a smile. "Come on, over here."
Don't mess around... Luo Yang's face stiffened for a moment.
Ye Guyi watched silently, her expression blank, for three seconds.
Then—
She quietly walked to the bed and lay down opposite Leng Yaozhu, taking the side by the door.
Her movements were smooth and unruffled.
Luo Yang: "..."
So the two of you just decided that together?
Did no one think to ask what I wanted?
And so—
Luo Yang was wedged between them, surrounded by women on both sides.
On his left was Leng Yaozhu. Her body heat seeped through her thin nightgown, carrying a faint, delicate fragrance. With every breath, he caught her scent.
On his right was Ye Guyi, surrounded by a holy aura. Even lying down, she looked like a sleeping angel, sacred and untouchable.
He was stuck in the middle like sandwich filling—or a prisoner caught between two formidable guards.
He didn't dare move.
Roll left—and he'd bump into Leng Yaozhu.
Roll right—and he'd bump into Ye Guyi.
Lying on his back, he felt their warmth and caught their scents from both sides: heat on the left, coolness on the right. It was like being caught between fire and ice, almost suffocating.
Luo Yang couldn't sleep at all. He lay with his eyes open, staring at the dark ceiling and silently counting sheep.
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep...