Chapter 1131

From Yu Buxia’s troubled expression, it was clear: the Balance Goddess’s reason was slipping away, her despair meter soaring toward collapse.

It shouldn’t be like this—truly, it shouldn’t!

Muttering to herself, Yu Buxia strained to level the scale’s pans. No matter how she tried, the balance would not budge. She could only adjust by hand—but how could one use manual tweaks when casting a divine technique?

Seeing her distress, Ye Yu immediately commanded Little White to fetch two mismatched divine beasts. Before Yu Buxia reached her breaking point, Little White returned with an Infernal Bear of the True God Realm and a Dao Fate Deer at the peak of the Greater God Realm—power levels wildly unequal.

Ye Yu tossed the beasts to Yu Buxia. “Use your artifact with

Balance Technique

. Put the lower–realm creature on the left pan, the higher–realm one on the right.”

At once Yu Buxia’s eyes lit up. She placed them on the scale.

“Balance.”

As she whispered the word, the Infernal Bear’s power climbed into the late Greater God Realm while the Dao Fate Deer’s strength waned to the early Greater God Realm—both stabilizing at the same tier. But the next moment, the left pan’s pattern glowed, and the bear surged again into the final Greater God substage. The deer remained unchanged.

One grew strong again; the other stayed weak.

Yinghuo, standing by, gasped. When

Balance Technique

lost its evenness, its effect changed utterly! Had the scale acted this way against the Flesh–Eaten Evil God Shen Kangren, boosting her strength by two sublevels, she would have crushed him utterly.

Yu Buxia’s face lit with delight—then furrowed in thought. Her artifact had indeed grown stronger, but that violated her Dao: balance must reign supreme!

Ye Yu stepped forward and reclaimed the beasts. Little White dispatched them with two bites,

crunch crunch

!

Facing Yu Buxia, Ye Yu spoke earnestly: “Balance is vital to your Dao, but when life and death hang in the balance, life matters most! Only by living can you pursue your path. Die, and all is lost.”

This simple truth struck home. “I named it

Fate

to remind you: destiny lies in your hands. As long as the scale is yours, you decide what’s right and wrong.”

A fervor sparked in Yu Buxia’s eyes. Yes—fate must be hers to command! The final sentence thrilled her:

I decide what’s right and wrong!

So exhilarating.

Her cheeks flushed with excitement—until the scale tilted again, uneven without any weight. Her smile fell. “Ugh, it’s so ugly! Why design it like this?” For an obsessive–compulsive soul, the discomfort was excruciating—she half longed to destroy it. Yet it was her destiny artifact, now more powerful than ever. Destruction was impossible! But she could not bear looking at it.

Torn, Yu Buxia sank into indecision. Ye Yu had no mind to linger—he turned and departed with Yinghuo. “From now on, your emotions must stay steady. No more flying off the handle.”

On the road back to Balance City, he continued “teaching” Yinghuo life lessons. She nodded earnestly and promised never to lose her temper again. “Even if I encounter the unimaginable, I’ll hold back until I consult you, husband!”

Ye Yu smiled. Half a month later, thanks to Yinghuo’s efforts, a

Ten Thousand Flower Robe

emerged—woven from countless divine blooms, immune to all illusions and boasting strong defense. Its only flaw was its garish brightness—clashing with Ye Yu’s preferred black robes. He felt awkward refusing his wife’s work after so long, though he truly hadn’t anticipated such vivid colors.

Fortunately, under Ye Yu’s ongoing guidance, Yinghuo had learned to read his expression. She swiftly cast a cosmetic

Divine Art

, turning the robe jet black and concealing all but a tiny floral motif at the cuff. “Is this to your liking, husband? From now on, it will shift color and style at your will. I’ve added cleansing and repair arrays—no worry of damage.”

Thoughtful!

Ye Yu beamed. The style was restored, yet a gentle floral fragrance lingered—refreshing and invigorating. “Hey, sister, your Daoist partner smells nice!”

Just then Yu Buxia returned. Since the misunderstanding’s end, she’d moved back into her own sect’s hall in Balance City—after all, it was her divine city, and she should live there! But she hadn’t expected a daily feast of PDA. Watching Yinghuo and Ye Yu’s displays of affection, she felt numb. The more she resisted, the bolder Yinghuo became, as if she’d won some bet.

Yu Buxia nearly ran away, but remembered: this was her city—why should she leave? “You love feeding me dog food? Fine—I’ll give you a taste of magic attack!”

And °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° so she began flaunting her admiration for Ye Yu in front of Yinghuo, striking provocative poses. “Hey, you can’t make a move—you promised Ye Yu you wouldn’t lose your temper!”

At that, Yinghuo truly held back.

From that day on, Yu Buxia entered turbo mode on this track—teetering daily on the edge of disaster.