I Am Your Natural Enemy

He even drew upon the Water God's power—what a chaotic mess. The stronger he became, the less likely his consciousness was to recover.

"Do you still think it was us who interrupted your husband's recovery?"

"In fact, if it weren't for us, he would have already been racing down a path of no return, one from which he would never recover.

We pulled him out and dissipated his divinity. That was actually us lending him a hand, granting him a sliver of an opportunity to start over.

For this alone, you owe me a kowtow."

Previously, when Wen Yan spoke of these matters, Liu Qiying had maintained her composure, her expression unchanging, demonstrating remarkable self-control.

But when He Changfeng was mentioned, her expression finally changed.

She wasn't entirely clueless. With Wen Yan's hint, she figured it out herself. She also knew that what Wen Yan said had to be true.

Then, without hesitation, she stood up. With a THUD, she knelt on the ground and solemnly kowtowed to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan was startled and couldn't help but take a couple of steps back.

He watched as Liu Qiying kowtowed to him three times—THUD! THUD! THUD!—her expression sincere and solemn, utterly serious.

"For this, thank you. Thank you all."

Truth be told, Wen Yan was rather taken aback; this woman was truly decisive.

He was right. If He Changfeng truly dissipated, this woman would dare to do anything.

And now, he realized, as long as she could help He Changfeng regain his consciousness, she would be willing to do anything for that too.

Wen Yan hesitated for a moment. Ultimately, dealing with the Pain Demon Lord is more important, he decided.

He really didn't want to move. He had risked his life for this mansion, putting in so much effort. He'd even ordered furniture and was planning to add more this month. He'd grown accustomed to living here.

Besides, living in a large villa is just so damn comfortable.

After personally confirming Liu Qiying's intentions and decisiveness, Wen Yan took out the sealed Jade Pendant. He unwrapped the Talismans enveloping it, and Liu Qiying, who had been so composed, began to show some excitement.

She had, in fact, already guessed something.

Wen Yan extended a finger, tapped the Jade Pendant, and a somewhat translucent He Changfeng was released.

When Liu Qiying saw the light of awareness gather in He Changfeng's eyes as he looked towards her, she became thoroughly convinced of her suspicion: her husband had regained consciousness.

Wen Yan watched Liu Qiying, tears streaming down her face, as she and He Changfeng gazed deeply at each other, completely oblivious to anyone else. He cleared his throat.

"His Soul not only contains divinity but also resentment, like a mixture of two deadly poisons. I asked my Seventh Great-Uncle Master for help and barely managed to extract most of this 'poison,' enabling him to regain consciousness.

As for how long he can maintain this state, I'm uncertain. After all, his Soul isn't whole.

Don't blame me for being a spoilsport, but you don't have time to slowly reminisce or recount past memories.

The coordinates you created have caused huge trouble.

Regardless of the outcome, if you survive, you'll be sentenced to prison, working a sewing machine until it's scrap.

Now, I'll show you a way out.

If you can make a significant contribution to resolving this incident, you might get two years off your time on the sewing machine.

You and your husband will have plenty of opportunities to dote on each other at home in the future.

If this major incident isn't resolved... well, I reckon you won't get another chance to see Old He.

Consider it an act of great charity on my part today, allowing you this one last meeting."

Wen Yan moved a chair, sitting a bit farther from the couple. He watched them gaze deeply into each other's eyes, whispering softly to each other. He couldn't be bothered to listen, so he pulled out his phone to read a novel, planning to leave after finishing a couple of chapters.

He was willing to waste time here only because Liu Qiying might possess information that others didn't.

And after discovering Liu Qiying was actually a Witch, Wen Yan suspected she might hold some critical information.

After finishing two chapters of his novel, he put away his phone. Looking up, he saw Liu Qiying deliver two more resounding kowtows—THUD! THUD!

"This time, it's to thank you for helping my husband regain consciousness."

Wen Yan's eyelid twitched. Surely this woman doesn't think I have some perverse pleasure in watching people kowtow, does she?

"I don't enjoy being kowtowed to! What I said earlier was just a joke!"

Liu Qiying looked somewhat surprised. She stood up and glanced at He Changfeng.

"Have you decided? Once you figure out how you're going to make a contribution, be quick about it. I'm short on time."

Liu Qiying pondered for a moment before asking, "Is it the Pain Demon Lord?"

"It seems you do know something."

"The first beings I was able to summon were Pain Demons; they could sense my suffering and would respond to my summons.

Later, I summoned Pain Demons most frequently. You can ask them many questions.

They possess a unique ability: they can sense many things through the perception of suffering."

Wen Yan's eyes widened, his mind reeling.

"You've summoned other Devils too?"

"Only one or two others, and I never let them leave the summoning array. Generally, summoning Devils doesn't leave coordinates. It must be that the Pain Demon King set a trap from the very beginning. The Summoning Magic Array I learned was flawed from the start."

When Liu Qiying wasn't overwhelmed by her emotions for He Changfeng, she was remarkably calm and quick-witted, swiftly trying to trace the root of the problem.

"What's the best way to deal with these creatures? Do you know?"

"Suffering is their source of Power; they revel in agony. There's also a Sect of Suffering in the outside world. Their daily worship involves torturing themselves before their deity's statue, offering their own pain as a sacrificial offering.

To lose their suffering is unbearable for them. That's why followers of this Sect never go to hospitals. They believe that dying amidst torment is a form of ascension.

There are only two ways to deal with these Devils:

First, kill them outright.

Second, prevent them from absorbing the Power of suffering, or strip them of their suffering."

"For example?" Wen Yan inquired tentatively.

"Like an Animal's Anesthetic."

"You've tried it?"

"Changfeng Group had a stake in an animal medication factory, which was kept on standby. Due to poor management, several types of anesthetic needles designed for large animals weren't selling well, resulting in a large stockpile every year."