A goddess dwells in my heart.

Chapter 30 Undercurrents

In a makeshift medical room set up on one side of the side hall.

Yang Xinyong's facial injuries had been carefully treated and wrapped with several clean bandages, leaving only his swollen eyes exposed.

The young doctor who was bandaging him was slowly tidying up the bottles and jars in his medicine box when he suddenly spoke, seemingly casually:

"I happened to be present when Young Master Yang was talking with that Miss Su. In my humble opinion, although Young Master Yang's words revealed his admiration, he was measured in his actions and behaved appropriately, not to the point of being persistent."

Yang Xinyong raised his swollen eyelids and glanced at him, casually replying, "Of course, I'm an old womanizer. I know exactly what method to use for each girl. For someone like Miss Su, you have to take it slow and not be too forceful. I know how to be sensible."

The young doctor's tone remained gentle, as if in casual conversation, as he asked again, "But Dr. Su suddenly changed her expression and publicly accused you of harassing her. Young Master Yang, why do you think that is?"

A venomous glint flashed in Yang Xinyong's eyes: "What else could it be? Those two scoundrels must have been having an affair for a long time! Lin Chensha saw me getting close to his lover and, consumed by jealousy, launched a sneak attack. That bitch Su Wanning framed him, playing the victim in public. Damn it, they're in cahoots, what a pair of adulterers!"

The young doctor remained noncommittal, then asked again, "So, do you want to get revenge on them?"

"That goes without saying." Yang Xinyong spat angrily. "Even a clay figure has some temper. I, Yang Xinyong, have been around for so many years, and this is the first time I've been beaten like this in public and still have to put on a smiling face. But these two are not low-status people, what can I do? Just endure it."

He became increasingly angry as he spoke, his chest heaving violently. But as he continued, he vaguely felt that something was amiss. Could he really say these things to a doctor he had only recently met?

and many more……

Yang Xinyong blinked hard with his swollen eyes and looked carefully at the young doctor who was tidying up the medicine box.

This face... looks familiar.

He remembered; this wasn't some unfamiliar doctor he'd just met. This man's name was Ye Mo, from Shennong Valley, and he currently held a part-time position as a physician at the Chang'an Academy.

About a year ago, they had a chance encounter at a rather unimportant banquet in Chang'an, sitting at neighboring tables. After a few rounds of drinks, they somehow started chatting and found themselves getting along very well.

Over drinks, Ye Mo had confided in him about his frustrations in Shennong Valley. Yang Xinyong was also troubled by his family mission and his own future, so they felt a sense of sympathy for each other. So, under the influence of alcohol, he also talked about his triumphs and setbacks in the world of romance, just to relieve his boredom.

As the wine flowed and the atmosphere warmed, the two felt a sense of kinship that was hard to find.

Since we're close friends, it seems... reasonable to say things from the heart, right?

He calmed down a bit and asked, "Ye Mo, what do you mean by suddenly asking this?"

Ye Mo closed the medicine box and smiled slightly:

"What I mean is... perhaps I can lend Young Master Yang a hand."

"Of course, Young Master Yang also needs to lend me a hand."

Yang Xinyong narrowed his eyes: "How so?"

Ye Mo, unhurried, first asked, "After this incident, Young Master Yang, what are your thoughts on that Physician Su now?"

"Thoughts?" Yang Xinyong scoffed as if he'd heard the funniest joke. "That seemingly harmless but actually vicious bitch tricked me, making me lose face completely. Now all I want to do is kill her!"

"If she weren't using the Su family's name, I would have raped and killed her repeatedly to vent my hatred!"

Ye Mo nodded, neither praising nor criticizing his foul language, and simply said, "It's good that you have no thoughts, because I do."

"You?" Yang Xinyong was taken aback.

"Not bad." Ye Mo readily admitted, looking at him calmly. "I believe my talent is not bad, but I come from a humble background and have no master or foundation in the sect. If I were to follow the usual path and endure hardship, I don't know when I would be able to make a name for myself. However, if I could become the Valley Master's son-in-law, even if I were just an inconspicuous one among a hundred or so daughters, it would be a tremendous help to my future, enough to save me fifty years of struggle."

Yang Xinyong raised an eyebrow: "What do you want to do?"

Ye Mo said calmly, "It's simple. You and I will join forces to take down Lin Chensha."

"You've avenged your great enemy and are feeling great, while I can take advantage of this opportunity to comfort Dr. Su, who has lost her lover, and win her heart."

Yang Xinyong exclaimed in shock, "Are you crazy! Let me tell you, that Lin Chensha isn't a member of the Lin family's branch at all; he's from the Lu family. No matter how weak the Lu imperial family may be, it's still the imperial family. If such a talented member of the imperial clan dies under mysterious circumstances, the court will definitely send people to investigate thoroughly. How can you and I escape responsibility then?"

Ye Mo shook his head. "This is a risk I'm taking, not yours."

"What do you mean?"

Ye Mo said calmly, "In the competition later, Young Master Yang only needs to do one thing: use your God-Slaying Technique to injure his soul, the more severely the better."

"There are no physicians here who can heal soul damage, but I have some medicine to repair it. I approached him under the guise of healing him and secretly planted a slow-acting poison in him. In three to six months, he will suddenly die during his breakthrough, and no one will be able to guess what happened today."

"Swords have no eyes, and it's only natural to get injured in a fight. You were just making a normal move during the match, so there's no suspicion about you."

Yang Xinyong was deeply moved and his breathing quickened.

This plan sounds perfect; it allows one to get revenge while clearing themselves of any wrongdoing!

However, he still had one last doubt:

"Ye Mo, since what you asked me to do is simply my duty, why tell me the plan?"

Ye Mo took out a glass bottle from the bottom of the medicine box and handed it to him: "Because I was worried that you didn't hurt him enough."

Yang Xinyong frowned, and Ye Mo continued, "This is the Shennong Valley's secret spiritual medicine, the Concentrating Spirit Dew, which can greatly enhance the power of the soul in a short period of time, enough to make your Soul Severing Technique's power skyrocket."

"The strength of divine sense is affected by emotions. You are full of resentment right now. Afterwards, others will only think that you performed exceptionally well under the influence of emotions and will never suspect anything."

Yang Xinyong took the glass bottle, brought it close to his nose and sniffed it. A cool sensation went straight to his brow, and even the dizziness he felt from Lu Zheji's punch earlier faded a bit.

He hesitated and asked, "Won't this medicine have any side effects?"

"I'll just have a headache for a few days afterward, but nothing serious."

With some skepticism, Yang Xinyong uncorked the bottle and took a small sip. The moment the liquid entered his mouth, his mind cleared considerably. The pent-up frustration and anger that had been weighing on his heart were lifted by the cool sensation and transformed into an unprecedented sharpness.

It really is a miracle drug!

Without further doubt, encouraged by Ye Mo's gentle gaze, Yang Xinyong tilted his head back and drank the medicine in the bottle in one gulp.

The medicinal liquid transformed into an even more powerful and vast spiritual force, surging into his sea of ​​consciousness. He felt that his divine sense had never been so strong, as if a mere thought could stir up the winds and clouds!

"Hahaha! Good! Brother Ye, if this succeeds, I, Yang Xinyong, will surely reward you handsomely!" Yang Xinyong was in high spirits, as if he could already see Lin Chensha being severely injured in his soul by his God-Slaying Strike, clutching his head and howling in agony.

On one side of the room stood a gleaming brass mirror, clearly reflecting the scene inside:

The young and gentle physician Ye Mo had silently collapsed on the floor, his eyes closed, seemingly in a deep coma.

Yang Xinyong, whose face was wrapped in bandages, stood alone in the center of the room.

He vaguely held something in his hand, and made a gesture of tilting his head back to drink in the air, his Adam's apple bobbing as if some liquid was actually flowing in.

Then, he clenched his fist, raised his head and puffed out his chest, and opened and closed his lips as if he were giving a passionate speech, plotting a famous and bloody revenge with some unseen person.