"Ying'er, I simply don't believe light was created by God! I only believe in science, not theology!" Gao Liang closed the Bible with a rather dull expression. "Master! Now is not the time to discuss faith! If you don't wish to learn, then let's go back!" Ying'er's words silenced Gao Liang. At that moment, Ying'er had already reached the glowing sphere, kneeling before it with deep devotion, praying earnestly: "God, grant me a fragment of this light so that it may benefit humanity!" She then reached out to touch the sphere. With a soft hiss, Ying'er's hand was scorched by the light and she immediately pulled it back. "Ying'er, let me try!" But before Gao Liang's hand even touched the sphere, it too was scorched, forming a large blister. Ying'er sighed and said, "Master! I can't help you anymore! My cosmic life is too short—only three thousand years. If it were longer, say ten thousand years, I could assist you!" "I am merely a mortal!" "What should we do?" Gao Liang was as anxious as a chicken on a hot stove, his mind still preoccupied with his mother's fading breath. "There's only one way! But—I—I—" Ying'er's face turned crimson. She looked like two fresh apples, especially endearing. Transformed into a full human size—165 cm tall—Ying'er had a graceful, curvaceous figure with a slender waist, her movements elegant and poised. Her beauty was so radiant that it outshone every other woman in the world. Now, standing so close to her, Gao Liang could feel her heartbeat as clearly as his own. A man of warm nature, though he had cultivated spiritual energy and usually found women unimpressive, Ying'er—this petite, shy girl—had a powerful effect on him. He was losing it! His lower body was already behaving rather ungracefully. His breathing grew rapid. As he gazed at her delicate, rosy complexion and the charming white rabbit on her chest, his hands began to fidget. Ying'er's white rabbit lowered its head even further as its owner gently stroked it. In the past, being treated this way by Gao Liang would have prompted her to scold him immediately. But somehow, this time, she simply stood there, stunned—there was something so touching about the gentle touch that she had been unexpectedly won over by Gao Liang's unintentional caress. Three thousand years of cultivation could not match the simple touch of Gao Liang. What was happening to her? Her heart raced with confusion. Yet, seeing that Ying'er did not resist, Gao Liang grew bolder. A passionate surge now surged within him—something he could not control at will, only allowing it to grow and spread. "Ying'er, the master truly longs for this!" Gao Liang had no sense of rationality left at this moment. "Master! I truly have no other choice! I can't help you any longer! I know you're deeply suffering. Ever since you cried in front of your parents that day, my heart has been breaking too!" Tears flowed freely from Ying'er's eyes. "Ying'er! The master really needs to vent right now! These days have been so suffocating—exam preparations, earning money, and medical treatment. These three mountains truly feel heavy! The master is truly beginning to feel overwhelmed!" High Light was under immense pressure. His face had been solemn and sorrowful these days, never smiling. "Master! This is Ying'er's very first time!" The shy, delicate demeanor of the angelic little girl drove High Light mad. He immediately embraced her, leaning in to kiss her lips. Ying'er closed her eyes happily, eagerly awaiting her master's affection. But at just one centimeter away, he paused. High Light's eyes suddenly ached. He quickly pressed his palms against them, knowing that since his confrontation with Zhou Chao, that water ball had taken on the form of a demon, haunting him ever since. "Master! What's wrong? Oh! Your eyes are hurt! That Zhou Chao! That egghead! I also hate him!" Don't worry, Master—Ying'er will gently massage your eyes for you!" With the delicate, jade-like hands of Ying'er, high above the bright eyes, the pain disappeared. High-light didn't know that Ying'er had gathered three thousand years of her own spiritual energy into her hands to heal his eyes. Ying'er knew that this treatment was only temporary—the final outcome would depend entirely on High-light's future fortune. "Ying'er, we can't learn the light-based abilities! What shall we do?" High-light sighed. "We must not give up!" Encouraged by Ying'er, High-light this time followed her request precisely. He held the just-closed Bible with deep reverence and read from Genesis. "God said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light." As High-light read this sentence with sincere attention, he said, "God is light! I request the compassionate God to grant me the most sacred light! For the healing of my mother's illness! I am willing to repent and renew myself according to God's will." "As soon as the words were finished, Ying'er and Gao Liang heard a voice coming from the sky: 'I am the Lord who saves the people! Because of your devotion, I can grant you divine light! But you must know that this light is meant to benefit humanity—many things are possible, though not always beneficial. If you live for the glory of God and for the salvation of humanity, I will grant you authority and bestow upon you a miraculous, sacred light!' 'Thanks be to the Lord!' Gao Liang and Ying'er bowed low and said it together. Gao Liang dared not raise his head, but through the transparent crystal floor, he saw a white-clad figure, radiant and holy. The white saint threw down a golden staff, which Ying'er caught for Gao Liang. 'Go ahead and do what you must!' the white saint said, and then drifted away. Only then could Gao Liang raise his head and see that Ying'er now held a staff glowing with vibrant, colorful radiance. 'Master! Quickly use this to touch the light sphere!' High亮 followed Ying'er's suggestion and did as instructed, and at the very moment he used his staff to touch the light sphere, a beam of light surged from the staff and pierced into his body. As a mortal, High亮 couldn't bear the holy light passing through him—thankfully, Ying'er had prepared in advance and supported the master. To his surprise, he ended up being held in Ying'er's arms. This was the first time he'd been held by a beautiful woman. Previously, on his way home from the internet cafe after work, he'd been carried by Zhang Yuping, a campus beauty who had been drinking heavily, and even kissed by her. This time, however, it was his own angelic, petite Ying'er who held him. A warm scent enveloped him, and High亮 was instantly enchanted. Ying'er's body was incredibly alluring—hadn't his eyes been aching, he would have already passionately kissed her. This time, he would not let this opportunity pass. Zhou Chao had many women already, while High亮 remained a bachelor—this would surely be seen as a joke by others. As the second-in-command of Longfeng Hall, and as the head of Fenghuo Hall—the campus gang of Hanhai No.1 High School—having never even met a woman, it's truly astonishing. Yet, Gao Liang is indeed a clean-cut, true man.