Lord of the Main God, You Smashed Through My Roof and Still Expect Me to Pay?

After finally building a bamboo hut, Ying Heng had it smashed clean through by a handsome old man who fell from the sky.

While lamenting how the world had gone downhill, she rescued the white-haired elder, who was barely clinging to life.

His illness was bizarre, and he often lost control and flew into a frenzy, but Ying Heng was determined to treat him. She pored over medical books and cared for him with devotion. Gradually, he began to shed his age right before her eyes, growing younger and more handsome by the day.

Once he had fully recovered, Ying Heng borrowed his pure immortal body to cultivate and ascend.

When they met again, he was under attack by demons. She stepped in to save him, then teased, “If you can’t win, why charge in so far ahead?”

His ears turned faintly red as he asked whether her old injuries had healed.

Raising an eyebrow, she joked, “Your body came in handy last time… How about I repay you in kind for saving you this time?”

After a long silence, he answered softly, “…I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Only later did Ying Heng discover that the man she had teased time and again was none other than the legendary High God, famed for his immortal bearing and freedom from worldly desires.

She turned to flee, but he caught her by the wrist. “Weren’t you going to repay me in kind?”

Afterward, with an aching back, Ying Heng could only sigh. Wasn’t he supposed to have seen through worldly passions? Why was this High God so unlike the legends?