"Excellent! Husband! Long-Feng Hall is absolutely capable of thriving and growing strong in the United States. From there, my Yu Cheng Shen Group can build upon this solid foundation and steadily expand its presence in America—eventually becoming a truly global enterprise, a world-class corporation. At that point, you'll be able to enjoy millions, even tens of millions, and eventually billions of dollars every day!" Ying'er is a forward-thinking, idealistic woman—her words always inspire passion and enthusiasm in Gao Liang. What a wonderful wife! Gao Liang feels deeply blessed. Ying'er has consistently supported his journey toward becoming a god, often giving more than he has, enduring greater hardships. When he arrived in the U.S., his abilities and martial skills were both suppressed, making his situation suddenly challenging. Yet Gao Liang knows this is precisely the kind of trial he needs. The path to becoming a god is never smooth sailing—otherwise, everyone would have already achieved it. True mastery requires excellence in every aspect. Collecting the world's wealth and beauties is the goal of Lao Zhi's ascension to divinity. Gao Liang was deeply moved and exclaimed, "I wish to become a god!" Ying'er loved the resonant, cosmic tone of her husband's voice, yet she sensed a certain lack of "dignity" in his current words—no, previously, when he had said this, his voice had been full of explosive power. Why now does her husband seem to lack that same presence? Could it be that he truly suffers from what I feared—the sealing of his divine abilities or martial arts prowess? Ying'er was exceptionally perceptive. She turned to Gao Liang and said, "Husband, what's wrong? Are you facing difficulties? Is there anything I can assist you with? Master! I am willing to remain your devoted servant, always following you!" Gao Liang wept—truly, he had never imagined Ying'er to be so supportive. Without her steadfast presence, he could never have reached this point, even though Zhang Yiping had also inspired and encouraged him. Compared to her, Ying'er had played a more vital role in his journey toward divinity. "Wife!" "Is there a kind of password that can decrypt any other password?" Gaoliang asked, clearly without much hope. "Hmm, let me think... Oh! Right! Husband! You just entered the Yueguang Baohe space..." Ying'er was still mid-sentence when Gaoliang instantly grasped the connection, quickly entering the initial phonetic letters of the phrase "Bolan Boromidi"—forming the sequence "BRBLMD"—then closed his eyes and said, "Break the password! Send it packing!" With no hope of success, he was about to walk away when the super handheld computer suddenly popped up a message box: "Congratulations! Password entered successfully. The system is now decrypting, please wait." Ten minutes passed, then another ten—then the message updated: "Decryption complete! The system has generated a WORD document. Please review!" Gaoliang's heart nearly leapt out of his chest. He clicked on the document—my goodness—the formatting was so standard, so precise, that it was almost impossible to detect any flaw, even by instinct. He randomly checked a few pages and felt reassured, saying the translation was outstanding—excellent in both content and form, truly a masterpiece worthy of the very top-tier translators. Only then did Gao remember Ying'er's reminders and support, and immediately decided to call her again. Yet, he found that the phone line to Ying'er remained consistently connected—silence spoke volumes, and their hearts communicated effortlessly. Unexpectedly, though the conversation lasted only ten minutes, it felt to Gao as though it had spanned a full day and night. Unaware of this, Gao didn't realize that Ying'er had infused her spiritual energy into the phone line, transmitting it at a speed of 300,000 kilometers per second—just as fast as light. This spiritual energy, intangible and formless, was invisible to the eye and inaudible to the ear. Since Gao had lost his special abilities and divine powers, he simply hadn't sensed Ying'er's spiritual energy flowing through the phone line, through his phone, and into his body. Having received Ying'er's spiritual support, Gaoang immediately felt refreshed and revitalized. The so-called password he had just encountered wasn't merely coincidental—it was actually Ying'er herself who used her spiritual power to unlock it. This kind of spiritual energy is truly extraordinary, surpassing human capabilities entirely and capable of solving all human-made passwords to date. "My husband has specially treated you!" Ying'er's eyes sparkled, and the smile blooming across her features shone like a vibrant, blossoming flower—this was the moment she was most delighted. Ying'er also gave Gao Huang a surprise, transmitting her subtle qi through the telephone line. Gao Huang sensed a delightful fragrance emanating from his end of the phone. "Wow! It's exactly the fragrance of my wife's heavenly kiss—precisely what I love!" As he inhaled the scent, it felt as though he were kissing Ying'er's moist, smooth, and velvety cherry-lipped mouth. Though separated by ten thousand miles between the People's Republic of China and the United States, Gao Huang and Ying'er were as close as neighbors, deeply connected, heart-to-heart, and passionately in love. "I wish to become a god!" Gao Huang roared, and the sound reached Ying'er on the other end—so resonant it seemed to echo across the cosmos, prompting her to smile with heartfelt appreciation. Because, my husband hasn't been satisfied merely with becoming a celestial guardian deity, a Supreme Deity of the Heavenly Realm. Becoming a deity encompasses more than just divine abilities—broadly speaking, it involves excellence across all aspects of life: how one conducts oneself in human affairs, in academia, in the workplace, in business, in the underworld, and so on. My husband can thrive and grow in any environment, and his determination to become a deity remains unshaken regardless of circumstances. I am not afraid of losing—I want to win, and I believe I can win. This very spirit is the fundamental motivation and source of his deification. The scene shifts to Gaoang. After reviewing the translation, Gaoang neatly arranges his materials, prints the WORD document into a booklet using a high-speed printer, and then binds it professionally with an automatic binding machine, completing a beautifully polished game guide. At 8 a.m. in the main hall of Electronic Arts' headquarters, Peter, the chief designer of the design department, was holding a loudspeaker and shouting to the arriving employees, "Ladies and gentlemen, today a Chinese pig who doesn't speak English is about to leave us..." "Peter! Please don't humiliate him!" Daina firmly protested. Mike, though not daring to call Peter his superior, couldn't help but feel disrespected that his colleague was being treated so unjustly, so he looked at Peter with disdain. The crowd stirred. Highlight appeared quietly among the group, which made Peter even more delighted. Most touching was Daina, who rushed into Highlight's arms, her face glistening with tears, saying, "High-light, I can't help you! Here's your ticket to China! If you ever want to see me again, we'll meet again!" "Guangliang remained calm and composed, which only deepened Peter's delight. With this nagging obstacle finally removed, Peter now felt confident that securing Daina as his wife was within reach. His confidence grew even more arrogant as he raised the megaphone and declared, 'Yellow-skinned pig! Go back to China!' As soon as he finished speaking, a firm slap landed on his face. Peter had just intended to sharply reprimand Guangliang, but when he looked up, he was stunned—his own superior, Kenneth, the CEO of Electronic Arts headquarters, was there. Kenneth spoke with great indignation: 'I believe I've never encountered anywhere in the world a staff member who could accomplish your demanding task. Yet, to my great surprise, Mr. Guangliang has done it!' He then handed Peter the translated game brochure. Peter's eyes widened in disbelief. Holding the 300-page document with trembling hands, he found it flawlessly accurate. Still unable to believe, he stammered, 'This is impossible! This is impossible!' "But after turning through the entire volume, she collapsed to the ground and said to the high-lighted one, 'You're truly remarkable! Are you a messenger of Yahweh? This is indeed a miracle!' Then, she prostrated herself, praying with deep devotion, 'Lord, I know You have come down to us. Please forgive my sins!' Daina took over the translation booklet from Peter, her sapphire eyes scanning the pages, a graceful smile forming at the corners of her mouth, her face glowing with astonishment. Her golden hair flowed gently in the breeze."