Thinking of his three closest friends—even the most timid one, Wu, had now "been broken" in the process—how could he possibly arrange for his own first time? He didn't need to. He'd just do it when he felt like it, love when he felt like it. Gao Liang wasn't one to be fussy or cautious. He simply fell in love with Ying'er and acted boldly. At that moment, he gently kissed her, and Ying'er remained as delicate and endearing as before. Yet Gao Liang felt he had made a mistake—because the sacred light now flowed within him, making him feel an invisible force that compelled him to step back and withdraw from closeness to Ying'er. "Master! We truly aren't from the same world! I come from the Immortal Realm, and you from the Human Realm. Our two realms cannot merge unless your unique ability reaches the level of a god!" Ying'er spoke softly, her voice shy and tender. "I will! I will become a god!" Gao Liang's words were firm and resolute, deeply impressive to Ying'er. At his home, Shen Hanfu was now barely holding on. "Take care, and try not to grieve too much Neighbors kept urging the honest and humble Gao Zhongming, whose tears flowed like a river breaking its banks, flooding over in sorrow. His wife was about to leave him, and as a man, unable to support his family or heal his wife’s illness, he carried a lifelong sense of regret. "Hanhufu! I'm so sorry to you! I'm helpless! You can't just leave me and my son like this!" The poignant cry moved the neighbors to tears. At that moment, Gao Liang appeared before everyone. The crowd made way for him, and Gao Liang knelt by his mother, Shen Hanfu’s bedside. Shen Hanfu’s eyes were now barely open, her body pale, almost indistinguishable from a corpse. "Son, I know it's you who has returned! Though I lived, I couldn't do much for you—only made you and your father suffer. After I'm gone, I hope you will live well, strive to make your mark for our Gao family, rise above others, and never let those relatives who are pressing for debt treat you with contempt!" Shen Hanfu spoke so hesitantly that Gao Liang felt his heart tighten with every word. He clutched his mother’s hand tightly and said, “Mom! You’ll live! Really! I’ll cure your illness!” Shen Hanfu had no strength left to shake her head; she only managed a weak, wry smile, and with all her remaining strength, whispered, “I’m going, Liang. Take good care of yourself and study hard. As for Zhongming, life is too full to remain single. Let’s be married again in our next life!” The plain, middle-aged man Gao Zhongming fainted right there. Fortunately, a neighbor, Mrs. Zhang, caught him. At that moment, Gao Liang couldn’t mourn—he had to save the mother. Words meant nothing. When the others saw Gao Liang carry his mother on his back, saying nothing, simply walking off, Gao Zhongming was furious, “What are you doing, Liang?” The neighbors shook their heads and sighed, “I’m sure your son can’t bear the grief of losing his mother.” Ying'er was also surprised—her host hadn’t followed the treatment plan she had proposed! What on earth is this host up to? She quickly spread her wings and flew over. At a quiet spot on the back mountain, Gao Liang laid his mother flat on a clean stone slab, practicing energy absorption and transformation, as well as mental focus training. Unfortunately, due to recent neglect of his physical exercises, Gao Liang's internal beams could not gather. Without accumulation, he could not heal his mother. "Master! I'll help you!" Ying'er said, raising her small pink palm, clasping her hands together, and shouting, "Rise!" Gao Liang immediately felt his internal beams begin to move. With all his strength, he absorbed and gathered these active beams, concentrating fully and diligently on both absorption and transformation. "Pip-pip-pip"—this was the first time Gao Liang had heard it—the scattered beams within him continuously transforming and gathering, forming a new, unified beam. "Master! Hurry! Hurry! Release them now! Otherwise, your body will explode!" Ying'er's voice tightened High Guang's heart. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6..." Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead as she constantly worried for her master. If, by the time the count reached zero, her master did not release, the master would surely be crushed. Could High Guang now master the new advanced energy—the Holy Light? "I want to become a god!" High Guang's face flushed crimson, and his cry was only audible to Ying'er. For Ying'er already knew that since the Holy Light had entered High Guang's body, he had possessed a cosmic power, though it was not yet strong. This cosmic light would make his master fundamentally different from ordinary people. The speed of light—300,000 kilometers per second—was the fastest known speed. If High Guang could successfully command the light beams, he would achieve cosmic velocity. Though he could not yet do so, he would surely achieve it eventually. At the very least, he had the potential. Half a superhero! Ying'er had already defined her master. If Gaoliang could successfully command this new beam of light, then all would be well. But when she reached the number one, Gaoliang had not yet released the light—she was so anxious that her eyes were nearly teary with urgency. It was all over. Her master was gone. Indeed, Gaoliang collapsed heavily. "Master! Master!" Ying'er cried out. Gaoliang could not hear her voice; he only felt his body grow unusually heavy, as though something deep within him was splitting apart. "Ah!" Gaoliang clenched his fists tightly, his muscles tightening into knots. Ying'er watched as, precisely when she reached zero, a myriad of golden beams surged forth from within Gaoliang, illuminating his mother, Shen Hanfu, who stood near the path to the afterlife on the stone floor. Under the glow of Gaoliang's newly born sacred light, Shen Hanfu's body, once pale as paper, now shone with a healthy, rosy hue—this sacred light surpassed even X-rays, lasers, and ultraviolet rays in its power. Leukemia is a condition in which white blood cells kill red blood cells; however, under the magic of light, the white blood cells are completely eliminated, and the red blood cells suddenly become vibrant and active. The complexion becomes rosy and luminous, and Shen Hengfu's eyes gently open, her hands also moving slightly. She softly murmurs, "Where are we?" When she wakes up, she finds herself lying on her own bed, with everyone in the room surrounding her. Especially her husband, Gao Zhongming, who is overjoyed to see her survive, exclaims, "Hengfu! What a miracle! You've truly come back to life!" He then kneels publicly and bows three times to the heavens. Yet the neighbors pull Gao Liang aside and ask, "Gao Liang, what happened? How did you bring your mother back to life?" Gao Liang naturally cannot tell the truth—how could anyone believe that? So he smiles and says, "My mother has always been kind and generous, and her good deeds have touched the heavens, so the heavens opened her eyes and brought her back to life!" "Clap! Clap! Clap!" All present clapped and cheered as Shen Hanfu made a miraculous recovery from the brink of death.