As for Gao Liang, he cherished this precious flower with great tenderness. The Hundred-Eight Form of Twin Harmony was beautifully performed tonight. From Ying'er's bedroom to the master bedroom, then to Daitongna's bedroom, and even into the open courtyard filled with flowers and greenery, scenes of their passionate intimacy were captured throughout. In this celestial mansion beyond the heavens, the two of them truly became celestial beings. This heavenly abode—where Gao Liang and his wives found the most serene and delightful moments of respite—became a sanctuary where all earthly worries, sorrows, and fatigue melted away. Daitongna fully embraced the role of Gao Liang's true, devoted woman, while Gao Liang himself completely claimed this exceptional American beauty tonight. Their tender, intertwined love, which had always been gently flowing, reached a perfect conclusion this night. The next morning, when Gao Liang woke up from the luxurious king-sized bed in the master bedroom, the warm Hollywood sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Habitually, he glanced at the clock on the wall—its hands pointing to 9 a.m. Oh no! It was time to get up and practice qigong! Dressed only in a large pants brief and a sports shirt, Gao Liang rushed out of the room and began doing push-ups in his own mansion. "1, 2, 3..." As he performed, the push-up counter beside him rapidly displayed the current count—Gao Liang's latest invention and exclusive creation. Soon, he completed 10,000 push-ups. "Wow! Husband! Amazing! Amazing!" At that moment, Dong Jiao, Chen Yuting, Yu Di, Mei Hideko, and Jing Subo arrived at Gao Liang's side, all staring in awe at the "10,000" displayed on the push-up counter. "Husband! You're absolutely amazing!" Dai Mengna tried her best to do push-ups, but after managing only about 20, she grew tired and collapsed. Gao Huang, who usually does 10,000 push-ups, finds that 10,000 is far from his goal. To himself, he has set a strict challenge: he must surpass his own daily performance. "Make it count! See how many push-ups our husband can actually do!" Gao Huang said to his six beautiful wives. "Great! Good luck, husband!" The six women cheered him on. Gao Huang continued doing push-ups with great intensity, and the counter numbers were changing rapidly. "10,001, 10,002, 10,003..." Sweat began to trickle down his forehead, and his movements grew increasingly difficult. The women noticed that the counter now read "11,111." "Alright, husband! You've done enough! You're really exhausted!" The beautiful women were deeply moved, seeing Gao Liang's face turn crimson as sweat poured down in steady streams—truly drenched in perspiration, soaking the ground. Even more, the Hollywood sun was growing increasingly intense, making it unbearable. The six women quickly sought shade under the trees to protect their skin from sunburn, but Gao Liang remained steadfast. Once he made up his mind, even nine horses couldn't pull him back. He insisted on completing exactly 30,000—by any means necessary, even if it meant sacrificing his life. As long as I strive, as long as I work hard, I am a god! I am a god of limitless power! Nothing is impossible if one is willing to climb and persevere. For Gao Liang, "11111" was not an ending, but a brand-new beginning. Every digit being "1" symbolized a fresh start—right from one. With a thunderous roar, he declared, "I have become a god! I am the master! I am the god!" At this moment, Gao Liang was undergoing a powerful energy surge. Last night, I performed double energetic cultivation with my two wives, Ying'er and Dai Mengna, and my internal energy reached an exceptional state. Particularly, the "Rebirth Through Fire" process subjected my body to the combined purification of water and fire, making it stronger and more robust—my muscles now firm and powerful. To overcome the physical frailty within myself, my spirit has been elevated to a level never before achieved through this dual cultivation. I now use my internal energy to conquer and surpass my own physical limits. The counter began rapidly changing numbers—"21,111"—"Wow! Husband! This is truly incredible! You've managed over 20,000 push-ups! Outstanding!" The ladies were stunned. Dian Mengna felt a bit concerned, recalling that her husband had already expended considerable energy during our double cultivation session yesterday. Today, he was pushing himself to the very limits. With a soft, damp towel, she gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to him, "Husband, if you feel tired, just take a break. Even if you don't finish, that would be wonderful." "Yes! Husband, take a rest!" The women watched their husband, drenched in sweat, completely soaked—just as if he had just come out of a hot bath—feeling deeply concerned. Yet High-light's determination remained unshaken. He firmly declared, "My goal is absolutely going to be achieved!" He continued doing push-ups with great intensity, "21112, 21113, 21114…" However, due to the immense physical exhaustion, despite his strong mental resolve, his body could no longer sustain more than 20,000 push-ups. As a result, High-light felt unusually fatigued, moving with a stiff, dragging body, his movements growing slower and weaker over time. At this moment, a scene unfolded: vibrant, colorful clouds drifted gracefully above the celestial, Hollywood-style mansion, transforming the entire estate into a paradise beyond the world—a true earthly utopia. Though situated in the heart of Hollywood, this international film capital, the bustling noise and grandeur concealed a deep sense of tranquility. It was a sanctuary nestled within the city's vibrant metropolis, where Gao Liang and his several wives lived a serene and contented life. "30003…30010!" High-light had exerted an extraordinary willpower, completing ten more push-ups than required, thus exceeding his assigned task. A voice emerged from the colorful clouds above: "You are the deity I have chosen! The one I delight in! You have overcome the weakness of your mortal body and have become remarkably strong. From this moment on, I bestow upon you the invincible, indestructible form!" As the voice faded, a radiance streamed down from the clouds and touched High-light. The women in attendance saw that his body shimmered with golden light, solid and firm to the touch. He was a handsome, powerful man—a cosmic giant. Extending his arms, the six women climbed onto his arms, and High-light effortlessly lifted them as if nothing had happened. His broad shoulders became the enduring support for the six women, while his wide chest offered them a tranquil, sheltered haven. "Husband! You're amazing! Truly amazing!" the women continuously praised. Yet this time, Houang discovered that one person was missing and immediately asked the beautiful women, "Where is Ying'er? Where has she gone?" "Oh? I saw her this morning. She should be in the bedroom!" Dong Qiao had risen early and had indeed seen Ying'er leave the bedroom, freshen up, and then return. Houang rushed straight into the bedroom, only to find Ying'er was not there. On the bed where Ying'er had once been intimate with him, a pink letter lay folded. Houang quickly unfolded and read the delicate script: "Husband! Ying'er has left! Ying'er is not by your side. Take good care of yourself!" Such simple words left Houang deeply saddened. Ying'er was pregnant and thus less mobile—where had she gone? Ying'er had once said she wanted to return to Yongle Palace! Excellent! Then I will immediately head to Yongle Palace. But Houang didn't want to go alone—he intended to bring all six of his wives with him. Let them know that true paradise isn't on earth, not in the celestial mansions of Hollywood, but in the second Eden that I have created. "Wives! Are you ready to come with me?" Highlight asked the six beautiful women. "Yes! We're ready!" Of course, the six women were eager to follow their husbands. "Wherever you go, we'll go too!" They all said in unison. "Good! Hold tightly to my arms, and close your eyes!"