Chapter 87: Evil God Negotiation

Zhang Yu smiled slightly when facing He Dayou's burst of strength, already knowing what to expect.

He thought to himself, "The competition team is truly impressive. They've made so much progress these past few days. He Dayou's physical strength is even slightly higher than mine, but..."

Zhang Yu had chosen to compete in strength precisely to test the results of his training over the past few days.

At this moment, as Zhang Yu's muscles surged with power, his body seemed to twist into a single rope. Each muscle group pressed and leveraged against the others, ultimately transforming into a terrifying explosive force that channeled from his entire body into his hands.

Enhanced by level 10 Crimson Marrow Primal Qi, and with Zhang Yu's control over his entire musculature, the physical power he could unleash instantly far exceeded that of opponents with similar physical strength.

With a loud bang.

He Dayou felt an irresistible force slam into him, sending him flying backward and landing with a thud on the ground.

Again, the familiar dizzying sensation, the hard, cold ground, and pain all over his body.

He Dayou slowly got up, looking somewhat bewildered.

The feeling was all too familiar.

Was he instantly defeated again?

Just like his last encounter with Zhang Yu, he had lost again, even after a significant increase in his physical strength?

He abruptly looked up, staring at Zhang Yu with wide, disbelieving eyes, still finding it hard to believe: "How can his strength be so much greater than mine? Has his physical strength already surpassed mine?"

Not far away, Qian Shen and Zhao Tianxing also looked over, their eyes gleaming with surprise as they watched He Dayou being thrown.

Qian Shen wondered, "Has Zhang Yu improved even more than He Dayou?"

Zhao Tianxing thought to himself, "How did he do it? How much physical strength has Zhang Yu gained in such a short time? Is it even more effective than the special training program?"

After school that day, He Dayou went to the sports competition team's training ground and told Lan Ling what had happened.

Lan Ling frowned and said, "His physical strength couldn't possibly be higher than yours."

"The reason he defeated you must be because his power-generating technique is superior to yours, and you..."

Lan Ling glanced at him, then casually lifted and shook He Dayou, who felt as if he had lost control over all his muscles.

Lan Ling put him down and said calmly, "Your control over your own muscles, especially the transplanted ones, is too poor. You haven't been able to unleash your true strength at all."

"Continue with the upcoming surgeries and training. Once you've transplanted more muscle fibers and can utilize more of the transplanted muscle's strength, you won't lose to Zhang Yu again."

At the same time, after school.

Zhang Yu walked towards his rented apartment, circulating his Crimson Marrow Primal Qi.

But the moment he opened the door, he was slightly startled to see a ragged cloth doll on his bed.

"The Evil God?"

It was a tattered cloth doll, its two button eyes like dark hollows, staring intently at Zhang Yu, who had just opened the door. Who else could it be but the Evil God he had made a wish to earlier?

As Zhang Yu paused in surprise, the ragged doll spoke: "My good servant, kneel before me. This is my wish."

Accompanied by the wailing ritual in his mind, Zhang Yu could only half-kneel to the ground with a thump.

The doll on the bed laughed heartily: "Unbelievable, truly unbelievable."

"In just two or three months, that casual pawn I tossed aside has actually grown so much in the blink of an eye."

"If I hadn't heard the news that you, a student from Songyang High School, won first place in the martial arts competition, I probably wouldn't have imagined you'd improve so quickly..."

As she spoke, much of the gloom in her heart suddenly dissipated.

The reason she had returned to find Zhang Yu was partly due to his demonstrated achievements, but another reason was that she found herself unable to go back.

She recalled how she had once stood at the pinnacle of evil gods, having achieved financial and cultivation freedom, only to be forced back into the fray, returning to front-line work due to a disastrous investment after retirement.

But she hadn't cared originally; if she couldn't stay at the peak, she would simply retrace her steps!

With her years of experience in the scamming industry, she had expected it to be a tale of a supreme evil god's urban adventure, a max-level account cleaning up the workplace.

Who would have thought that the major sects' anti-scamming methods were constantly evolving, causing even her, a treasure of the evil god realm, to suffer heavy losses? Compounded by betrayal, she was now stranded on Kunxu Layer 1, her power at rock bottom and beyond recovery.

"Damn it... if I get caught and repatriated, it's over... Who betrayed me, anyway?"

"My power is draining so fast, and my intelligence feels like it's decreasing again. If this continues... I'll really turn into an idiotic toy."

So, at this moment, she had sought out Zhang Yu again, intending to use this promising asset to rise once more.

"To win first place in a martial arts competition as a poor wretch, he must have some extraordinary potential that I unlocked."

"Hehe... I originally thought it was a losing venture, but it turns out I bottom-fished a rising stock."

And the thought that Zhang Yu still owed her wishes made the cloth doll even more excited.

But in the next moment, she suddenly paused in surprise. Zhang Yu, who should have knelt after she made her wish... was slowly standing up?

"What are you doing?"

"Are you insane? Kneel down now, or do you want to die from the ritual's backlash?"

Zhang Yu, however, silently observed the changes in the ritual's power within him.

After the other party made the wish for him to kneel, the chill from the ritual had indeed dissipated as he half-knelt.

But just a few seconds after he knelt, the idiotic ritual began wailing again.

Zhang Yu paused, then realized, "Is this urging me to cultivate?"

"But the other wish was for me to kneel?"

"Are the wishes contradictory?"

Zhang Yu grew curious: "So... in this situation, which wish takes priority?"

So he tried standing up, and immediately a ritual voice rang out, urging him to kneel quickly.

Zhang Yu could feel the ritual power dividing into two streams: one urging him to cultivate quickly, and the other urging him to kneel immediately.

"It truly is contradictory."

But when he activated his Crimson Marrow Primal Qi and entered a cultivation state, all the wailing stopped.

"But in the end, cultivation took priority over kneeling. Is it because of... the wish order?"

Looking at Zhang Yu, who was standing before her, the cloth doll initially thought he had gone mad and was risking his life.

But seeing his calm demeanor, she immediately realized something was wrong.

However, the cloth doll was different from Zhang Yu, who had been constantly accompanied and cared for by the ritual's power for over two months, 24 hours a day.

Although the cloth doll remembered the two wishes she had given him, she hadn't immediately realized that, under the ritual's influence, the series of plans to fulfill those wishes—such as getting into a good university, joining a major sect, and working hard to earn money to buy the antique in his shopping cart—had been integrated into Zhang Yu's every moment of life.

However... even though she didn't immediately grasp the details or the conflict between these details and the "kneel" wish, upon realizing something was amiss, she immediately made her next wish.

"I command you not to harm me!"

But the moment the cloth doll spoke these words, with a roar in the air, a large hand wreathed in layers of white True Qi had already grasped the doll.

The doll exclaimed angrily, "I command you! Release me immediately."

Zhang Yu's palm loosened slightly, but the next moment, even more turbulent True Qi surged, squeezing the doll back and forth like a training prop.

As Zhang Yu felt the shifts in the chill within him, he thought to himself, "Indeed, when wishes conflict, is the key the order in which they were made?"

"The plans triggered by the series of wishes—studying, cultivating, taking university entrance exams, entering a major sect—have priority over subsequent wishes due to their order."

"This means that as long as I maintain a state of cultivation and study, any subsequent wishes that contradict this 'cultivation and study state' can be temporarily suppressed..."

At this moment, Zhang Yu was using the ragged cloth doll as a prop to practice his Formless Cloud True Qi. Under these circumstances... he found that the ritual was not urging him to kneel or release the doll.

Thinking this, Zhang Yu looked at the doll, which still seemed to want to speak, and calmly said, "Shut up."

As the Formless Cloud True Qi pulsed, it gently pressed against the doll's surface, appearing as if it could tear the doll apart at any moment.

At the same time, Zhang Yu's voice continued.

"What you just said was 'do not harm... me'."

As the Formless Cloud True Qi rubbed against it, the cloth doll felt the pressure on its body gradually intensify, as if it was about to be truly harmed and attacked at any moment.

"So, you're saying if I destroy this cloth doll now, I can harm you, right?"

Feeling Zhang Yu's gaze, which was full of murderous intent and fighting spirit yet incredibly calm, the cloth doll's heart sank: "Damn it... He reacted so fast? No, has my intelligence level dropped again?"

The cloth doll quickly warned, "Zhang Yu, if you really harm me now, you will certainly die from the ritual's backlash!"

"You must feel it, right? The ritual's power is already overseeing you."

Zhang Yu didn't speak, but from his recent attempts, he had found that as soon as he harbored any intention of harming the doll, the ritual would start wailing again.

Zhang Yu thought to himself, "It seems the rule about not harming the Evil God has an even higher priority than the wishes themselves."

But he knew that this was not the time to show weakness. He immediately continued to fully circulate the Heavenly Martial Heart Refining Art, unleashing an aura of desperate combat.

One had to adopt an "unleash hell" attitude to even hope for a small concession.

So, Zhang Yu continued, "Then so be it; we'll perish together. Otherwise, what's the point of living as your servant for a lifetime?"

Feeling Zhang Yu's fearless aura under the effect of the Level 10 Heavenly Martial Heart Refining Art, the doll's heart sank again.

In his gaze, she seemed to truly sense a fighting spirit that was willing to risk everything.