At this moment, under the influence of alcohol—well, strictly speaking, under the stimulation of a special substance—Gao Liang, like a starving wolf, surged forward and rushed toward Ye Qian. Ye Qian was absolutely delighted. She never imagined that this highly accomplished man, so distant and unattainable, could be so passionately devoted to her. For days, she had been dreaming of him, often imagining herself intimately entwined with him in her lonely evenings. Now that the opportunity had finally arrived, she wouldn’t let go. Gao Liang swiftly embraced Ye Qian’s slender body, lifted her entirely, and laid her gently on the bed. Then he removed his outerwear and loosened his tie, soon shedding his white shirt as well, revealing his well-defined, strong upper body. Ye Qian, gazing at her admired, accomplished man, felt her cheeks flush and her heart race, imagining herself being cherished by him. Gao Liang, in fact, had trained in mental discipline. If he were as visibly flustered when seeing a beautiful woman as the elder Li would be, would he still be considered a true master of spirit? Even under the strong stimulation of alcohol, Gao Liang retained a measure of rationality. After all, Gao Liang had already become a god, and the fundamental distinction between gods and humans lies in the fact that a god's realm far surpasses that of a human. "No! Master! If you still behave as you did last time, all your martial arts and divine abilities will vanish!" Ying'er's earlier reminder suddenly brought Gao Liang back to clarity. Gao Liang suddenly recalled how, after being wildly passionate and entangled with Zhang Yuping, his divine abilities and godly powers had abruptly disappeared, plunging his journey to godhood into a low ebb. No—he must be strong, must be stronger. He could only move forward, never retreat! What made Gao Liang truly admirable was his ability to remain focused and prioritize the greater good at crucial moments. Indeed, under Ying'er's guidance, he had once journeyed across the cosmos to retrieve sacred light in order to save his mother, and during that quest, he had read a Bible. This is highly beneficial for my journey toward deification. The Bible says: "Those who live according to the flesh do fleshly things, while those who live according to the Spirit do Spirit-led things. Those who attend to the flesh are dead, while those who attend to the Spirit are alive!" Indeed, if I allow my passions to take the lead and engage in fleshly pursuits, then the devil becomes king—then I am sinning. But if I can exercise self-control at crucial moments, I can make my body, truly becoming divine, ever more holy. "My old self is pure! It has always been pure, and will remain so—both now and in the future. Even with beautiful women, I will be selective. With Ye Jian, absolutely not—truly, absolutely not! After all, in Gao Liang's heart, Ye Jian is merely a close friend, not someone like Ying'er, Zhang Yuaping, Dong Jiao, or Chen Yuting, who hold a deeper, more intimate relationship." Even for Ying'er, Zhang Yuping, Dong Jiao, and Chen Yuting, the older partner has to assess the situation. As for Dong Jiao—his own beautiful star wife—he hasn't yet truly shared a deep, intimate moment with her. This is no small thing. In crucial moments, he's managed to restrain himself, not because he doesn't desire it, but because Dong Jiao is a widely recognized beauty and celebrity with her own broader platform and development opportunities. He simply wants to offer her a genuine stage, allowing her to focus fully on her entertainment career. To love her means to let go—offering her a wider stage. This is the deeper, more meaningful way that our Gao Liang loves Dong Jiao. As for Ye Qian, however? Gao Liang suddenly became fully aware—his mental strength training wasn't in vain. At this very moment, he drew upon his entire mental energy, and suddenly found himself no longer particularly drawn to Ye Qian. Yue Qian, blushing and half-closing her delicate eyes, was waiting for Hou Guang's attention. Yet after a long while, Hou Guang made no further move—he simply put on his white shirt, tied his tie, and then, without hesitation, turned and walked away. Yue Qian, lying on the bed, wept—tears of longing and disappointment. In a corner beside her, someone admired Hou Guang's retreating back and said, "Master! I never actually went to the Heavens. I only told you that to test you—whether you could overcome your bodily desires, your visual yearnings, and your pride in this very life. If you can, then you will truly become a god." The scene shifts to highlight this moment: high-light ascends to the 88th floor of the Dynasty Building, standing at the summit and overlooking Hansha City. He watches one skyscraper after another rise into the sky, observes the intersecting highway overpasses arranged neatly like a chessboard, and sees the bustling traffic flowing continuously along wide, straight avenues. Deeply moved, high-light exclaims: "Ying'er! Ying'er! Come back! Return to me! My dearest! Return to me! The master truly feels so lonely. In the master's heart, no one can ever replace your place!" Great! Since it's this way, we must seize the moment and upgrade our training. Only by continuously growing stronger, becoming stronger still, can we truly become kings and achieve divinity! High Light began doing push-ups on the top floor of the Dynasty Building, aiming to increase his total from 10,000 to 15,000. This kind of exceptional physical conditioning—unparalleled in history and unmatched by future generations—is something High Light has been steadily cultivating through sheer determination. "10,001, 10,002… 14,888!" High Light counted rapidly as his arms swiftly rose and fell, but as he approached the end, his strength began to wane. His physical stamina was severely drained. Unlike others who rely on energy dragon balls, High Light depended entirely on his unique physical prowess. As a result, he sweated profusely—so much so that his body was drenched, his sweat flowing like a waterfall, his exertion so intense it was described as being as if he had just come out of a bathhouse, his body dripping with sweat, his strength exhausted to the point of being overwhelmed. Ying'er was deeply impressed by this spirit of perseverance—willing to endure hardships and remain unbowed even under immense pressure—highlighted in a certain corner. Yet, the highlighting itself was risky. As the count reached "14,999," she felt like a bowstring growing weak, unable to complete the final push-up on her own. Her body was trembling now. Ying'er noticed that blood had already seeped from beneath High-light's hands—clearly, High-light was truly undergoing sweat-and-blood training. Suddenly, Ying'er realized something was wrong. As the angel Ying'er knew, that blood was the very energy High-light had cultivated over time—precious, vital energy. If it were simply released without purpose, then all the extraordinary abilities and divine powers High-light had developed over these days would be rendered useless. At this moment, Ying'er had to act—quickly—she had to save her master. High-light would surely collapse heavily. Immediately, Ying'er rushed forward, though invisibly—Ying'er's invisibility remained undetected by High-light for now.