If Ying'er is given delicious food—such as the Immortal Fruit from the Heavenly Realm and the Life Water—she will grow ever more radiant. The old witch envies Ying'er's beauty, thus forbidding her from eating any of the things Ying'er loves. Ying'er has never experienced such a miserable life, and it comes as a great surprise that in the Heavenly Realm, life is so wretched. Yet Ying'er is strong—just like our male lead, Gao Liang. No matter what difficulties arise, she remains resolute. The scene now shifts to Gao Liang. Gao Liang is very busy, as our "Wish to Become a God" group continues to expand, with branches sprouting across various regions of China. After a period of tireless work, he returns home, weary and exhausted. Pan Jinlian is still busy at the "Wish to Become a God" Real Estate Development Company. Gao Liang walks into the room where he and Ying'er once shared their happy, sweet moments together. Seeing Ying'er smiling contentedly beside him, Gao Liang feels even more deeply attached to her. How has Ying'er been recently? Has she presented the jade seal she made to the Heavenly Emperor? What will How come no word at all! Gao Liang grew more and more worried about Ying'er. At that moment, Mother Shen Hanfu came over and said to Gao Liang, "Liang! When will Ying'er return? I miss her so much!" Gao Liang was a dutiful son—when his mother longed for Ying'er, he absolutely had to find her. So he reassured her, "Mother! Don't worry! I'll bring Ying'er back!" "Good! Good! Last night, my eyes kept twitching, as if something important were about to happen. Liang! Is it possible that Ying'er is in trouble?" Shen Hanfu's words left Gao Liang deeply puzzled. Indeed, he himself had the same feeling. He had recently recalled a line that appeared in his mind: "I don't want to—I won't even die for it!" Gao Liang was utterly confused—what did this mean? What was the "willingness" or "unwillingness"? Who had transmitted this through spiritual energy? Could it be Ying'er? No, Ying'er was his wife. He was the Heavenly Guardian Deity, the Supreme Deity of the Heavens—everyone in the Heavenly Who dares move my woman? Perhaps it's just a illusion? Gao Liang doesn't want to think any further. But right now, he must keep thinking. Don't think—just act! Return to the Heavens. Gao Liang makes a firm decision. The scene shifts to Ying'er. In the thatched cottage on Ziyun Mountain, Ying'er is chopping stacks of thick branches, so numerous they seem like mountains. Her face is beaded with fine perspiration as she steadily learns to split the wood through her own efforts. Yet the old witch still finds her work too slow, scolding her constantly. Ying'er endures the humiliation. At this moment, a heavenly general arrives, hands over a solid gold ingot to the old witch, and whispers a few words. The old witch, gazing at the dazzling gold, her eyes instantly brighten. She immediately nods, enthusiastically saying "Yes, yes!" Then, she serves Ying'er a bowl of her favorite elixir, smiling warmly and saying, "Oh! Oh! Take a rest! Such a beautiful lady shouldn't endure this suffering! Come, come!" "Drink this cup of nectar!" Ying'er was indeed very thirsty! The sunlight in the heavenly palace was so bright, and she felt so hot that her thirst was natural. With a gulp, gulp, she finished the nectar that the old witch had brought. Seeing Ying'er finish the cup, the old witch knew her task was complete and then departed. At that moment, Ying'er continued chopping wood, but she felt dizzy—so dizzy! Her head spun as she pressed her jade fingers against her forehead, yet she couldn't muster any energy. "Hahahaha!" A flirtatious voice came from behind. In a daze, Ying'er saw the Heavenly Emperor in a most seductive pose. Startled, she exclaimed, "Don't come near! Don't come near!" "Hmph! This is all your own inconsiderateness! If you had yielded to me earlier, you wouldn't have ended up doing such humble work in the storage shed!" The Emperor stared at Ying'er's graceful figure, his eyes growing brighter with each glance. Indeed, it was surprising—after three days in the storage shed, she remained as beautiful as ever. A typical woman, confined to a storage shed without makeup, would soon grow pale and wan. Yet Ying'er maintained her healthy and beautiful appearance under such hardship—an indeed a miracle. No one in the heavenly realm could rival her as a first-rank beauty. "I am the wife of Gao Liang! Your Majesty, please show some dignity!" Ying'er spoke with solemnity. Yet the Emperor grew furious: "I have chosen you! You are mine! Do you understand? I have long admired you..." "No! Emperor!" As soon as Ying'er finished speaking, the Emperor's hand pressed against her chest. Ying'er was startled: "Stop! Stop!" Her voice was loud, yet in the storage shed, no one could hear. At that moment, she felt her head grow even more heavy, and she collapsed to the ground, powerless. The Celestial Emperor gazed at Ying'er, who lay motionless on the ground, his eyes growing drowsy with desire. He swiftly began to undress himself. Ying'er struggled to open her eyes—she was a woman who dared to resist. With all her remaining strength, she cried out loudly, "Help! Help! Someone is violating me!" Beside her, the old witch watched the performance, frowning at Ying'er: "How many women have longed for the Emperor's favor? You must be most ungrateful—resisting even his grace! You truly suffer! You deserve it!" The Emperor grew increasingly agitated. The louder Ying'er cried, the more fiercely he tore at her clothes. Ying'er refused to yield, using every ounce of strength to resist, rolling helplessly on the ground. Though the Emperor had played with countless immortal beauties, nearly every palace maid in the heavenly court had fallen victim to his attentions. For a first-tier beauty of such exceptional grace as Ying'er, his desire had long been stirred. This time, he would not let her go. This humble storage room, usually hard to find even for immortals, is the ideal setting for indulging in the most passionate expressions of animal desire. "Highlight! Husband! Come to save Ying'er! Come quickly...!" Before Ying'er could finish her plea, her mouth was sealed shut. The Heavenly Emperor tore at her clothes, overflowing with pride and delight, declaring, "Highlight! Hmph! Did you truly think I would willingly bestow upon him the title of Guardian Supreme Deity, the Supreme Deity of the Infinite Heavens? Did you truly believe I would grant him ten thousand solid gold pieces, bestow upon him a royal celestial residence named Xingle Palace, and accompany it with one hundred celestial maidens to reside there? You are so naive—my eyes are only fixed upon that very seal that once shook the heavens, and upon the women I personally find most appealing!" "Dog emperor! You're just issuing empty promises! You're base! You're utterly shameless!" Now Ying'er realized that all the honors and rewards the Heavenly Emperor had promised to Highlight were mere illusions—Highlight and herself had been entirely manipulated by the Emperor. "Hmph! All this is solely due to your own and Highlight's naivety This dog emperor, who has a face for a human but a heart of a beast, truly surprises me with his base and unprincipled behavior. Though he appears upright and serious in the heavenly court, listening attentively to the reports from the various deities, he is actually plotting to secure various benefits—either demanding financial contributions from the deities or requiring them to present beautiful maidens as tribute.