Di Tian: The only one who can defeat Zhu Shazhi Gu Yuena is Bai Yueguang...

Divine Laws of Destruction.

This was the first thing Di Tian saw in the divine artifact fragment.

Immediately after, he spread his five fingers.

A burst of suction suddenly erupted, drawing the purple divine artifact fragment into his palm.

That was right.

They were indeed Divine Laws of Destruction.

But they were only Divine Laws of Destruction, without any of the miraculous functions belonging to a complete divine artifact. Their sole use was helping one comprehend the power of destruction.

However, the Divine Laws of Destruction harmed both others and oneself, so few people cultivated this path.

That was why it had been sent to the auction.

Di Tian's speculation deliberately turned toward the Destruction God King, "Purple"—the God King formed from the Primordial Liquid of Destruction that had been born when the Divine Dragon Realm's divine realm regressed into a node of the Douluo Divine Realm.

In the end, in order to resist the spacetime turbulence invading the Douluo Divine Realm, he had been forced to reincarnate with his natal super divine artifact, the Staff of Destruction. Only after ten thousand years would he be able to return once more.

But ten thousand years had already passed.

Yet the Destruction God King, "Purple," had not returned.

Not only had he failed to return, but after Tang San came back some ten-odd years later, he had privately passed the seed of the divine position inheritance left behind by the Destruction God King in the divine realm to his precious son, Tang Wulin, under the self-righteous banner of not shunning relatives when recommending the worthy.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Di Tian had reason to suspect that the reincarnating Destruction God King, "Purple," had met with some mishap, but he did not have enough evidence to prove that the incomplete, short-stick-shaped divine artifact fragment in his hand had come from the Destruction God King.

It was too severely shattered.

It was no longer possible to tell what grade the divine artifact had been before it broke.

For the time being, he suppressed his speculation.

He put the divine artifact fragment into his storage Soul Tool. Even if it was not a fragment of the super divine artifact, the Staff of Destruction, being able to use it to speed up his comprehension of the Divine Laws of Destruction was already excellent.

"Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?" Le Qingling, who was guiding Zi Ji and Bi Ji to their seats, said.

"Using your money to handle your affairs."

"It's just that this thing was seriously expensive. It was only a divine artifact fragment, yet it cost a full eighteen billion Federation Coins—almost half the company's net profit for the year."

As she spoke, she eagerly pulled Di Tian over to sit down.

After filling the tea and laying out the pastries, she finally sat across from Di Tian.

With her hands clasped together, she pleaded, "Boss, you have to help me."

"About Tang Le and me."

"I'm afraid you're the only one who can help me with this."

"Six years ago, you had the keen eye to spot Tang Le's earning potential. It's clear that you understand him well."

Di Tian chewed a piece of pastry and took a sip of premium spring tea.

"You've fallen for Tang Le."

"You're not satisfied with getting your hands on him—you want to get your hands on him too."

"Am I right?"

Le Qingling's eyes immediately lit up with excitement.

"Boss, you're brilliant!"

"Sharp-eyed and all-knowing..." Flattery poured out one after another, as though it cost nothing.

Off to the side, Zi Ji could not help asking, "Did he reject you after you confessed to Tang Le?"

After learning that Le Qingling truly had someone she loved, Zi Ji let down her guard and began considering the matter from Le Qingling's perspective.

"More or less." Le Qingling nodded, her gaze dimming.

"Actually,"

"at first, I never intended to develop any romantic feelings with Tang Le."

"But ever since I saved him when he had amnesia, he became my little tagalong, causing all the romantic prospects around me to wither away."

"I naturally had to make it up from Tang Le."

"I'd probed him more than once, but he always said his feelings for me were those of a brother for his little sister."

"How was that any different from rejection?"

"After it happened over and over, I'd originally wanted to give up."

"But then, then... I realized I was trapped. I simply couldn't give up on Tang Le."

Le Qingling looked exceptionally dejected at that moment.

She picked up the teacup before her, raised her elegant neck, and drained it in one gulp.

It was clearly a fine spring tea that soothed the heart and refreshed the spirit, yet she drank it as though it were strong liquor that scorched her heart and lungs.

Troubled, she said:

"Big Sister Zi Ji."

"What should I do?"

"I..." Zi Ji stammered, her words halting and awkward. This really wasn't her forte.

She had never experienced love in the human world.

She had no experience.

She turned toward Di Tian with a pleading look.

Di Tian had not experienced it either, that was true, but he had lived a long time.

A seasoned veteran.

He might never have eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run plenty of times.

Perfect theoretical knowledge.

Le Qingling likewise looked to Di Tian for help. Her big eyes sparkled as she hoped to squeeze out a few pitiful tears that would soften his heart.

"Fine."

"I'll give you a suggestion." Di Tian agreed.

As for Le Qingling falling in love with Tang Wulin—

He offered no judgment on it.

If he had merely been an onlooker, Di Tian would not have cared to interfere.

Le Qingling was merely an NPC used to highlight Tang Wulin's charm, a pitiful person whose love would never be returned.

But he was no longer an onlooker.

He and Le Qingling were part of the same profit-sharing community. What was more, Le Qingling had just brought him a divine artifact fragment that interested him greatly.

Naturally, Di Tian would not coldly refuse Le Qingling's earnest pleas.

And!

Most importantly!!

The original timeline had explicitly mentioned that the amnesiac Tang Wulin had once fallen for Le Qingling!!!

He had even considered spending the rest of his life with Le Qingling.

She was a romantic prospect that could be won over.

It was just that—

Whenever Tang Wulin developed feelings for Le Qingling, it was as if his heart were being wrapped in thorns. The heart that had just begun to race would immediately be wracked with pain.

A sense of guilt would rise within him, leaving Tang Wulin stuck at that fleeting instant of attraction and even forcing him to deliberately distance himself from Le Qingling.

Di Tian laid out this analysis in front of Le Qingling.

"Bang—"

Le Qingling clenched her right hand into a fist and struck her left palm, her pupils lighting up once again.

"Yes!"

"Boss!"

"Now that you've analyzed it like this, I really did overlook some details!"

"Whenever I indirectly confessed to Tang Le, he would lower his head in pain and clutch the area over his heart on the left side of his chest."

"When he looked up again, that first budding sense of his heart racing would recede like the tide."

"I originally thought it was just an illusion I had sensed. Besides, I was worried about Tang Le's health."

"So I overlooked it."

"But after your guidance, Boss, Tang Le clearly does have feelings for me—he's just being held back by memories of the past!"

The more she spoke, the brighter Le Qingling's big eyes became.

Her whole body seemed to radiate a dazzling glow.

"In other words."

"Among Tang Le's forgotten memories, there was a white moonlight and a cinnabar mark."

"That person is the obstacle standing between Tang Le and me."

"Th-then, boss, what should I do?!"

Her agitated question made it obvious that she had already taken Di Tian for an all-powerful love consultant, someone to cling to for salvation.

Since he had decided to help, Di Tian naturally held nothing back.

"First."

"Let me correct one thing."

"The obstacle in the love between you and Tang Le isn't the white moonlight. It's only the cinnabar mark."

"Is there... is there a difference?" Le Qingling was thoroughly confused, and Bi Ji and Zi Ji were equally baffled.

"Aren't white moonlight and cinnabar mark synonymous expressions for the same thing?"

"No, no, no."

"You have to analyze the specific situation."

"For Tang Le, the only thing that can defeat the cinnabar mark is the white moonlight."