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But this surgically enhanced Xiaobai didn't play by the rules!!

He merely tapped Zhang Feng lightly on the shoulder and stomach twice, yet Zhang Feng felt searing pain in his shoulder and an utterly uncontrollable itch in his belly. The former felt as though every meridian in his entire arm had snapped, painful and icy, while the latter was like tiny things scratching at his organs, unbearable beyond endurance.

So in less than a minute, Zhang Feng was rolling all over the ground, howling like a ghost and begging for mercy. Since a heavy rain had just fallen, he looked utterly wretched after rolling around in the mud a few times.

But no matter how much Zhang Feng hated him, he did not dare say or do anything. There was something strange about this surgically enhanced Xiaobai! He knew evil arts! A wise man did not fight when the odds were against him; once he got back, he would find people to deal with this damn poor bastard properly!

He Qinglan watched the human rolling around and begging for mercy, still radiating intense malice, and took two steps back in distaste. He had merely adjusted the flow of blood in this human's body a little. He had not even used Divine Power, yet this person who had been full of foul language and swagger moments ago had already cowered.

"Tut. Stay away from me. You're ugly and filthy now."

Zhang Feng's wailing and pleas came to an abrupt halt. He looked up at Xiaobai in disbelief. He was already in so much pain that he was rolling on the ground, and Xiaobai actually said he was ugly and filthy?!

Was he even human?!

"Go pick up the trash now, then leave quickly." The River God, who was not human, still had the same pleasant voice as before, but the disgust in his tone was obvious. "Don't dirty my eyes any further here."

Zhang Feng: "..."

DouDou Short Video blogger Zhang Feng, who had five million followers, suffered a humiliation beyond all humiliation. Yet he had no choice but to grit his teeth, swallow the insult, pick up the trash he had thrown away, and leave.

While he was picking up the trash, Meng Tiantian and Niu Zhuang, who had been intimidated by the Demon Pretty Boy's aura and did not quite dare speak, saw him frown bluntly, turn his head away, and narrow his eyes, as if Zhang Feng's very existence had truly dirtied his eyes.

Meng Tiantian: "..." Help, she had never seen anyone act so pretentious while looking so good and making it seem so perfectly natural!!

Niu Zhuang did not consider himself someone obsessed with looks, yet even he inexplicably felt somewhat ashamed of himself.

This was simply absurd.

After Zhang Feng finally finished picking up the trash and the three of them fled in a rather inexplicable panic, the Black Carp lying in the fruit-can jar cautiously poked out its head. Looking at the River God, who still wore a disgusted expression and a faint frown, it whimpered a few times:

"My lord, those humans who cannot tell good from bad aren't worth troubling yourself over! Black Carp will spin Circle-Circles for you!"

So the Black Carp performed fancy spins in the fruit-can jar, even secretly making a heart with its fins. It finally earned a slight smile from the River God, but before it could rejoice, it heard him say:

"Of course I would not trouble myself over such mortals. I merely find them rather unbeautiful. That short cucumber was especially eye-catching."

The Black Carp froze for a moment, then suddenly recalled something an old turtle spirit in the river had said long ago—

[Our Qinglan River is the most beautiful river among all the world's waterways! Whether it is cascading waterfalls, winding stretches, or tinkling springs, from the Land of Origin onward, every place has its own beauty!

And so, the river spirit born from the Qinglan River is also the most beautiful among all River Gods! When the Qinglan River God was born, all the waterways under heaven rejoiced for it.

But because our River God is the strongest and most beautiful, he developed a little flaw.]

As the Black Carp's memories reached this point, its fish body inexplicably tensed. It was as if some cruel truth was about to be uncovered. What was the little flaw Grandpa Turtle had mentioned?

[Our River God loves beauty and looks down especially on ugly things.]

The Black Carp's body went rigid, and it immediately began to whimper.

"Waaah waaah waaah!!!" My lord, do you think Black Carp is ugly?

Only then did the Black Carp remember that when they had first met, its lord had pinched its tail using only two fingers!

The beauty-loving River God paused when he heard those whimpers. Then, with a solemn expression, he looked at the Black Carp in the jar. "With your smooth, translucent scales, your tail fin like silk gauze, and your moist, gleaming eyes, how could you possibly be ugly?"

Upon hearing the River God's praise, the Black Carp excitedly spun several more circles and was about to make hearts wildly for its lord when it heard him add, "But as a carp, you would look even better if you were patterned in red and white."

Like a koi, after all.

The Black Carp, whose entire body was black except for its white eyes and belly, froze on the spot. Then it whimpered all morning, until the water in the glass jar rose by a whole layer.

"Waaah waaah waaah waaah waaah!!!"

What was so good about red-and-white patterns?! Was black-and-white not pretty too?! Those gaudy, cheap koi, don't be fooled by their flashy colors—every last one of them was an idiot that only knew how to spin in circles, waaah!

It could teach the River God modern knowledge and spray clueless fools right in the face. Could those red-and-white koi do that? Could they?!!

The Black Carp felt that its soul had suffered a tremendous blow. But the one who had hurt it was its River God, so what could it do? A fish could only forgive him through tears, then keep teaching him and showing him the way.

Yes, after collecting trash all night and all morning, the River God had finally paused for the time being.

It was not that the River God did not want to keep collecting it. Rather, with ninety-nine percent of his power sealed away and no longer possessing a deity's immaculate, formless body, the River God discovered that he... was hungry.

When his arms had begun to ache, he had not felt much. When his throat had grown slightly dry, he had not paid much attention either. But when his stomach let out a particularly unbeautiful rumble from hunger, the River God widened his eyes slightly and looked at his own belly in surprise.

He had long since forgotten this feeling completely. He had nearly forgotten that humans needed to eat and rest.

Tut, humans were truly troublesome.

But he was unwilling to restore his divine body now, as that would consume far too much Spiritual Power.

So, he would eat something.