After all, Guangliang's spirit was entirely focused on doing push-ups, leaving no energy to activate his spiritual eyes. Yet, Guangliang didn't realize that his towering frame was incredibly heavy—not only did he fail to steady himself, but he actually toppled over, sending Ying'er sprawling to the ground. The sweat from Guangliang's body made the floor slick, so Ying'er slipped and fell again. "Ah!" cried Ying'er in a soft gasp, landing precisely beneath Guangliang, directly facing him. Yes! The old asset has to become a god—by striving! By striving to live a brilliant life! His resolve to become a god is growing stronger and stronger. He has now exhausted every ounce of strength, doing push-ups. "The last one! 15,000!" Finally, with a graceful and composed demeanor, Highlight completes it under Ying'er's astonishment. But then, Highlight collapses heavily. "Ah!" His face is about to crash into the rigid stone slab. With his energy completely depleted, a direct impact would be disastrous. "Mmm!" Suddenly, he feels himself pressing down onto something soft and yielding, and then senses his lips meeting a smooth, fragrant surface. Goodness! The old asset has settled into the sofa! Highlight feels absolutely relieved! Yet, Ying'er was tightly pressed against her beloved master, her two full, plump breasts pressed firmly against the broad, strong chest, and her delicate lips sealed by the master's thick ones. To Ying'er's surprise, the master, guided solely by instinct, began to cradle her body closely and passionately kiss her. "No! Master! No, please!" Ying'er cried out in urgency. Deliberately ignoring her calls, the master seemed unaware—yet, from the very moment their bodies touched, he had sensed it: Ying'er had returned! Hah! For the unique "fragrance of heaven" that emanated from her, he could smell it clearly, a fragrance that only she possessed. Watching the master move so attentively upon her, and not hearing her voice at all, Ying'er assumed he had truly forgotten her existence. She struggled, yet the master held her tightly, never loosening his embrace. Ying'er bit at Gaoliang's hand, yet Gaoliang only clenched his teeth and silently endured. This strong man, once he fell in love with a woman, would never let go. "Master! Hurry! Release me! I—I—" Before Ying'er could finish her words, Gaoliang's broad, thick lips sealed hers. A powerful, masculine scent washed over her, making her dizzy, and she felt utterly powerless to resist. No, she couldn't be treated in such a way by her master, even though last time she had already shared such an experience with him—then it had been a mutual practice session. This time, it was different. It was *her* and *her* master! Not this! Ying'er strained harder, and Gaoliang's hand began to bleed—she had bitten through his skin. Yet Gaoliang still wouldn't release her. This surprised her deeply. She grew deeply concerned, her eyes glistening with tears as she pleaded, "Master! Why won't you let me go! Please, release me!" Gaoliang, his voice trembling, replied, "Ying'er, my master needs you." On the path to becoming a god, you need me! Promise me—let's become gods together! Let's soar as one! Alright? The warm, sincere voice carried deep longing and anticipation. Ying'er wiped away tears once more, and finally, with courage, nodded. "Gao Liang! I also long for our master to become a god soon! Yes! I promise you! From this day on, I'll rework a new godly plan for you—refining and cultivating more unique abilities, and even higher-tier divine powers!" "Ying'er! You're truly wonderful!" Gao Liang lifted Ying'er's delicate form once again, tossing her into the air, then letting her fall, catching her, and tossing her up again—his playful movements making Ying'er laugh joyfully. Yet neither of them knew that, beside them, a powerful rival was smiling with quiet contempt. "Hmph! Gao Liang! Don't get too confident yet! I, Zhao Fuqing, won't let you become a god easily! If you wish to ascend, you'll have to find a way to die!" Ying'er stepped down from the arm support held by Gaoqing, who then steadied her by the delicate shoulder and gazed deeply into her eyes, saying, "As long as we work together, no matter how difficult it becomes to become a god, I won't fear—anyone who stands in my way shall fall!" Impressed by Gaoqing's unwavering determination, Ying'er turned to him and said, "Master! Just now, I checked your health, and all the indicators are excellent. The only challenge lies in reaching a new level later on. However, I believe that as long as Master follows my divine ascension progress plan and diligently practices and advances, he will surely achieve godhood swiftly!" Gaoqing clenched his fists tightly and slammed them into the sky, producing a resounding "thud." Sparks of electricity flashed through the air—this was his unique energy fist, which not only possessed immense power but also emitted electricity, far surpassing his previous Diamond Fist by a hundredfold. In the shadows, Zhao Fuqing watched Gaoqing closely, a sly smile playing at the corner of his lips: "Gaoqing, Gaoqing! This time, I've been entrusted by the U 3K party—hehe, everyone hears it and immediately feels terrified; you're done for! This time, Gao Liang is truly energized! With the beautiful angel, Ying'er, right beside him, he feels completely transformed—more decisive and spirited. Ying'er is simply stunning to look at, and Gao Liang has a deep appreciation for beautiful women, especially those with exceptional grace and elegance—true angelic beauties. The Dragon-Feng Hall has been a mess, though it's been quite chaotic. Despite the challenges, Ying'er has been exceptionally attentive and caring by his side. Whenever he feels tired, Ying'er serves him a cup of Biluochun tea, invigorating and refreshing. As he sips the well-prepared tea crafted by Ying'er, his earlier fatigue instantly vanishes. Meanwhile, Ying'er herself is handling various financial matters for Gao Liang regarding the Dragon-Feng Hall. "Master! There's something wrong with this invoice!" Ying'er hands Gao Liang a statement. Upon receiving it, Gao Liang scans it with his spiritual eyes, then immediately stands up, exclaiming, "Exactly! It's this one! The Dragon-Feng Hall has been sinking from this very invoice." What on earth is going on? This is an overseas payment statement that both Gao Liang and Ying'er jointly discovered. The funds—two hundred million RMB, the amount due to be invested in the project by Qiao Grandfather—were recorded on the statement as only two million US dollars. The figures don't match. Why has this been altered? Gao Liang couldn't understand. At that moment, Ying'er reminded him: "Master! There are signs of forgery here! Indeed, there are clear signs of forgery!"