Yet, our highlight just had to collide—and dared to do so head-on. Risk control! The old guard insisted on risk control! Highlight felt a surge of inner outcry. Suddenly, the risk control ability activated automatically, drawing forth the energy dragon pearl—crash! The football, which had just brushed past Zhou Chao, instantly reversed course. At that moment, Zhou Chao was launching a surprise attack, poised to unleash a water ball the size of a basin. But the football, under High Light’s risk control, surged like a bullet straight toward him—surprise turned into surprise, even more precise and devastating. The lower part of Zhou Chao’s body was struck hard, and this time, it truly burst. Blood streamed down, and he cried out in pain. Two classmates who were playing football stared at Zhou Chao lying on the ground, wide-eyed, trembling, clutching the area below with both hands. They immediately shouted, "It wasn't me! I saw nothing!" And then, they hurriedly ran off. Chen Zixue and Zhou Chao had always been misbehaving at school, long stirring up public resentment among classmates. This time, after being thoroughly reprimanded, they were both thrilled and elated. "Top news! Everyone, come quickly! What a relief! What a satisfaction!" Classmates immediately surged like a tide toward the flower bed beneath the Foreign Languages Building. This time, both Chen and Zhou suffered serious injuries. Chen’s face had been pierced by a dagger three centimeters deep—deep enough to reach his bones. As for Zhou, the term "kicked off" was absolutely perfect—his penis was completely burst open, his testicles nearly dislodged, and if they fell out, he’d lose his ability to have children. Truly, they deserved it—fully and justly. Gao Liang acted as a righteous champion, embodying justice. "Husband! Did you perhaps hit me too hard? I remember you used to be gentler before!" Zhang Yuping said softly to Gao Liang. "Wife! You are my woman! I will never allow you to suffer even the slightest harm—because I care for you. You will always be mine!" "If I can't even protect my own wife, am I still a man?" said Gao Liang, his voice full of passion and energy. Zhang Yuping was deeply moved, tears streaming down her face. Without hesitation, she kissed Gao Liang on the cheek and smiled brightly, like spring blossoms, saying, "Husband! The school has given us a ten-day vacation. Where shall we go for our trip?" "Haha! I was just about to ask you that!" Gao Liang burst into laughter. "Yes! I want to go! Let me think..." Zhang Yuping paused slightly. Then, by chance, they both noticed a beautiful landscape displayed on a poster across from them and spontaneously exclaimed, "Shangri-La!" The next day, Gao Liang and Zhang Yuping boarded a plane, making several transfers before reaching Shangri-La County. The sky was so blue, the grass so lush and green, the flowers so vibrant—the very trees and plants seemed untouched, completely free from the bustling noise of Beijing and Hanhai City. A wonderful destination, Gao Liang and Zhang Yurong were deeply enchanted by the beautiful landscapes of Huaxia. "Husband! Look! There's a big crowd over there!" Gao Liang pointed toward where Zhang Yurong was gesturing. Hmm, how come so many people had gathered? They were almost all dressed in Tibetan attire, with dark complexions. When the little girl was deeply disappointed, Zhang Yупing casually pulled out a 100-yuan bill from her pocket and tossed it in front of her. This was the money Zhang had earned yesterday tutoring a student—demonstrating clearly the pure and kind heart of our heroine. As for Gao Liang, he didn’t offer any money. Instead, when the little girl eagerly accepted the bill and bowed deeply to Zhang Yупing, Gao Liang said, “Little girl, take me to see your mother!” “Yes! Thank you so much, kind stranger!” the little girl happily agreed. Soon, Gao Liang and Zhang Yупing arrived at a Tibetan family’s home—a stone-built house only 20 square meters in size, low, damp, and cold. Inside, the sound of a woman coughing came from one room. Gao Liang and Zhang Yупing saw that it was a simple, hardworking Tibetan woman, pale and coughing up a large amount of blood. “My mother is gone! My mother is gone!” the little girl cried, deeply saddened. With her spiritual sight, Gao Liang observed that there were clear signs of rupture in the woman’s heart. No, they need to be treated immediately—just like my father suffered a ruptured heart due to overwork. Yet, Highlight felt this illness wasn't something that could be resolved simply with his light-based divine hands, as he had previously treated his father. He noticed that the stomachs of the Tibetan women were showing signs of ulceration. In this high-altitude, remote region, where medical resources are scarce, it was entirely natural. So, what could he do? "Wife! Go fetch me a basin of salt water right away!" Following Highlight's instructions, Zhang Yiping quickly filled a basin with salt water. Highlight asked a young girl to help serve the salt water to the Tibetan women. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" The women coughed violently. "Yiping! Come over here and support her!" With Yiping's assistance, Highlight was already using his stored light-based abilities—the Divine Hands of Light—to repair the ruptured hearts of the Tibetan women. But it was far from satisfactory. Although the outer layer had been restored, the inner layer had actually widened its rupture. What should he do now? Treating only the external injuries is not enough—we must address both the symptoms and the root cause; otherwise, the problem will never be cured. "Master! This disease is very common among the Tibetan people—it's a persistent, malignant condition. Your skill in using the Light Divine Hands has its limitations. You must retrain yourself in energy absorption and transformation, as well as in mental and spiritual strength! Also, you need to…" Ying'er paused here. "Ying'er, speak up! Finish your sentence!" Gao Liang urgently asked. With her neck slightly lowered and cheeks flushed, Ying'er, under the master's encouragement, spoke in a soft, delicate voice: "Master! Your Yang energy is too strong—You need to supplement it with Yin energy! Balance between Yin and Yang! The cycle of heaven and earth! The harmonious glow of the sun and moon!" At this moment, Gao Liang checked his own condition and discovered that Yang energy accounted for 98% of his body, while Yin energy made up only 2%—a severe imbalance between Yin and Yang. "Ying'er, what should I do now?" Gao Liang asked anxiously. Ying'er's face turned even redder, and she instantly stepped back, far away—this quite unsettled Gao Liang, who immediately exclaimed, "Ying'er, come now, speak the truth to the host! What's wrong?"