Gu Yuena had no interest whatsoever in the booklet Luo Yu held that recorded the method for condensing qi and blood.
She showed refusal.
"Hmph!"
Luo Yu's ears twitched, and he caught sight of Bi Bidong and Bossi already brimming with sourness in the corner of his eye.
The corners of his mouth even began to curl up.
His heart cried out that this wasn't good.
He had been careless and forgotten about the two little wives by his side.
With Gu Yuena here, it wouldn't be easy for them to become jealous, but if he mishandled this, afterward there would definitely be a Shura Field.
"Cough, cough."
Luo Yu gave a cough.
He turned to the frail soul of the Rakshasa God and asked:
"If I gave this Fate Condensation Technique to someone at the Ultimate Douluo level, it should be effective, right?"
"Can they also internalize the Spirit of the Plane?"
Hearing Luo Yu's question, Bi Bidong and Bossi visibly relaxed.
In his heart, he still cared for them.
They would not be out of favor just because a "flamboyant vixen" suddenly turned up.
The Rakshasa God shook its head and said, "Ultimate Douluo wanting to condense Destiny, to absorb the Spirit of the Plane? Don't even think about it."
"How vast is the Destiny of a continent, how terrifying is the Spirit of the Plane that carries the energy of a continent?"
"Not to mention Ultimate Douluo, even if an unprepared Level One Deity tried to absorb it, they would explode and perish."
Hearing this, Luo Yu frowned and asked, "And you dare to absorb it? Isn't that seeking death?"
Resentment flitted through the Rakshasa God's eyes.
"I've created an avatar. Even if it explodes from absorbing the Spirit of the Plane, my original body will still live."
"Moreover, I've kept the Temporal Dragon King imprisoned, waiting to draw out all his power of qi and blood, and refine it into the avatar's body."
"The Dragon Clan's physical body is the strongest in the world today and can help increase my chances of successfully absorbing the Spirit of the Plane."
Luo Yu's gaze grew more solemn.
The fact that something could make the Rakshasa God so apprehensive meant that absorbing the Spirit of the Plane was not only a great opportunity but also could bring destruction.
"If all your plans are completed, what's the probability of successfully absorbing the Spirit of the Plane?" Gu Yuena asked seriously.
The Rakshasa God smiled.
"Less than thirty percent."
As these words came out, the crowd fell silent, and the room grew quiet.
Bi Bidong couldn't help saying, "You've plotted for ten thousand years, schemed so much, and you're telling me you only have less than a thirty percent chance of success?"
Luo Yu rubbed his temples, "This probability is indeed a bit low."
"However, for those Deities who can't break through, it's clearly a tremendous opportunity."
"After all, if they fail, they won't die, at most they have wasted thousands of years, but if they succeed, it's all profit, reaching the peak of supremacy."
The Rakshasa God opened its mouth, astonished.
"How do you know what I am thinking?"
Luo Yu pointed to his head.
"Brains are a good thing," he said.
"Is it that hard to guess?"
"I think you've been a god for too long; your brain has rusted."
Facing Luo Yu's disdain, the Rakshasa God shut its mouth tightly, remaining silent.
"Smack!"
Luo Yu slapped his hand over, creating a sonic boom.
The Rakshasa God's little soul covered its face, shaking with fear, while it said sorrowfully and indignantly:
"That's too brutal. I've already shut up, why are you still hitting me?"
Luo Yu cracked his knuckles.
He laughed and said:
"Nothing said with the mouth, but the heart spoke, didn't it?"
"How do you know?" the Rakshasa God exclaimed, instinctively retorting.
But the next second, it clamped its mouth shut tightly.
Luo Yu's mouth curled up with a meaningful smile.
"Didn't say just now."
"So you admit it now."
Luo Yu's fingertip flashed with a tiny flame, scorching directly onto the Rakshasa God's body, causing him to howl in pain.
Tang Chen's scalp tingled at the sight.
A chill ran down his spine and shot up to the crown of his head.
"That's... that's too cruel."
With a cold sidelong snort, Bossi said, "What do you know, Brother Yu is just worried that this Rakshasa God won't be honest due to his sly and cunning nature, so he's grinding down his spirit."
Tang Chen made no comment.
In his heart, he muttered that he should never provoke this guy in this lifetime.
Once he returned to his sect, he had to tell his descendants that when they venture into the world, they should steer clear of anyone with the surname Luo, staying far, far away.
Luo Yu withdrew the flame, leaving the Rakshasa God's soul barely clinging to life.
"Don't play dead."
"Hurry up and hand over the method to find and absorb the Spirit of the Plane."
With a thread-like gasp, the Rakshasa God said, "If I give it to you now, you'll probably kill me immediately, won't you?"
"This is my last bottom line."
Luo Yu's indifferent gaze met the Rakshasa God's, and eventually, he came to a decision in his heart.
He knew that this time, for the sake of survival, the other party would definitely reveal nothing.
Right now, since gathering the qi and blood of the entire continent was still a far-off affair, there was no rush to inquire.
"How many people in the Divine Realm know you descended to this world?" Gu Yuena's purple pupils stared intently.
The Rakshasa God confessed honestly.
"I sneaked down by using the connection with my avatar. However, due to my hasty departure, the fluctuations of descending must have been noticed by a few God Kings of the Council of the Divine Realm."
Gu Yuena's pretty face instantly tightened.
"Upon discovering your descent, what will they do?" Luo Yu asked.
"Send someone to capture me and take me back to be punished," replied the Rakshasa God.
Luo Yu patted Gu Yuena's shoulder.
"Relax a bit, it's not that bad."
"The Divine Realm doesn't know about our affairs. If we hide well, that will be enough."
Gu Yuena's face grew solemn.
"Previously, we killed a Divine Envoy. Now with the Rakshasa God having vanished from Soul Land, it will definitely alert the Divine Realm."
"What? You've killed a Divine Envoy before?" exclaimed the Rakshasa God, his voice turning sharp.
It wasn't out of sorrow for the dead deity, but because if he had known sooner about a god dying in Douluo, it would have made him more cautious in advance.
He wouldn't be in such a miserable state as he was now.
"You don't get to speak. Get lost," Luo Yu said with a slap that twisted the Rakshasa God's head.
Luo Yu furrowed his brows in thought.
"No need to panic."
"The event has already happened, what matters now is finding a solution."
"First a Divine Envoy died, now the Rakshasa God has disappeared in Douluo, there's bound to be Divine King Level beings descending here."
"Luckily, the people in the world below do not know about the existence of the Dragon Clan, and a Divine King wouldn't start a massacre in the world of the mortals due to the rules."
"The question is, can we hide?"
Gu Yuena nodded.
"That won't be a problem."
"The Thousand Illusion Mask I gave you is a Divine Artifact capable of truly hiding one's presence. Activate it, and unless you actively use the Dragon God Martial Soul, even a Divine King won't detect your presence."
"What about you?" Luo Yu asked.
Gu Yuena rolled her eyes.
"I inherited nearly all of the mental power of the Dragon God. Even Divine Kings don't have much advantage over me in mental power. If I wish to hide, they won't find me."
"Then we don't have a problem," Luo Yu said, a smile breaking across his face.
"When the Divine King descends, if they happen to check the Pope Hall..."
"At that time, we will let Dong'er, who has remnants of Rakshasa God's power in her body, make up a story. We'll pin the killing of the Divine Envoy on the Rakshasa God. Then the deities of the Divine Realm won't suspect the Dragon Clan."
"Hiss..."
The Rakshasa God's eyes widened with shock and fear.
"You... you're so vicious."
Luo Yu's mouth curled into a smile, "This is called recycling waste."