In a remote, underdeveloped town, a supreme Primordial God once received a middle-aged couple.

"Speak. Any wish of yours, I shall fulfill."

Seated upon a giant black blossom, the petite girl with raven hair and dark eyes gazed indifferently. Her voice, clear and melodious, drifted through the air.

The colossal flower sprouted from a bizarre black vine. Around it, inky tendrils slowly writhed, densely crawling across the house walls.

"Please… just let our son live free from hardship. Let no one bully him," the couple murmured.

They could have asked for anything—yet this was all they requested.

Even such a simple wish left the girl seated on the black flower stumped. She propped her chin, deep in thought.

Free from hardship? So he needs money? But I have none, need none, and certainly don’t know how to earn any.

No one to bully him? That’s doable—nothing in this world rivals me. But I can’t guard him every second… Besides…

I’m lazy. Too lazy to move. Too lazy to stir. Isn’t a good nap far more appealing?

Then—a flash of inspiration.

Since I’m lazy and can’t make money… why not find him a few wealthy, powerful women to support and protect him?

See? I’m lazy, but still brilliant.

Cheerfully, she curled back into the flower, closed the petals, and drifted to sleep.

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The God of Medicine—the most powerful and enigmatic among the world’s twelve Primordial Gods.

Su Zhaoyu sat in the white sedan, skimming ancient texts recorded by the demon clan on her laptop.

His unmatched strength allowed him to craft medicines no one else could replicate. Their extraordinary efficacy earned this supreme deity the title "God of Medicine."

The last recorded sighting of him dated back over ten thousand years—when a single act erased an entire civilization, forcing rulers of that age to vanish from the surface world…

Legends were scarce. What Su Zhaoyu gathered was fragmented, mostly unverifiable. Yet one detail every record agreed on, almost reverently:

His morning temper was legendary.

If he truly was the God of Medicine, persuading him to leave seclusion was impossible. But requesting aid? Perhaps there was hope.

The sedan slowed to a stop before a small clinic in the quiet town. Su Zhaoyu stepped out.

"Ah… so good… harder, yes, right there…"

"L-like this?"

"Yes! Just like that—press firmly…"

"It’s my first time… please forgive me if I’m clumsy…"

Ecstatic moans from a young man drifted out, mingled with a girl’s soft, slightly breathless whimpers.

Too late? Su Zhaoyu’s expression tightened. She pushed open the half-ajar door.

Inside, Lu Feng lounged in a chair, blissfully relaxed. Behind him, silver-haired Sisha kneaded his shoulders vigorously, cheeks flushed, breathing faintly labored. Yuzi sat on the sofa, calmly munching potato chips.

Lu Feng had recently studied massage therapy. Once confident, he taught Sisha—the girl who often cooked for him—and the results were heavenly.

Sisha glanced up. Su Zhaoyu met her gaze. In that instant, both women knew: *I see right through you. You’re not human.*

As women, their intentions here were glaringly clear.

But this was the God of Medicine’s domain. No fighting here.

"Oh? Medicine or consultation?" Lu Feng turned, eyes lighting up. A returning customer! After so long running this clinic—was a loyal patron finally here?

"Thank you for the medicine you gave me last time," Su Zhaoyu said with a slight smile, bowing politely.

"It was nothing. Your painting is wonderful too," Lu Feng replied warmly.

Su Zhaoyu’s eyes swept the room. The sealed dragon painting hung prominently on the wall. Nearby, a magical girl figurine stood on a tiny folding shelf.

This figurine could reach the Seventh Tier in power—clearly another gift.

So her guess was correct: Lu Feng collected rare, potent items purely for decoration.

This time, Su Zhaoyu came prepared—to thwart Sisha’s scheme and discover what else he might like.

"Mr. Lu Feng is very kind. I simply wished to visit," she smiled.

"Please, make yourself comfortable!" Lu Feng ushered her in. Hospitality was key to keeping customers.

"I’ll boil water. Rest a moment," he said, taking the kettle inside.

Only three women remained.

"To what do we owe the honor of the Fox Demon Empress visiting such a humble place?" Sisha’s crimson eyes glinted, neck arched like a proud swan.

"A mere Blood Clan princess isn’t worthy to address me," Su Zhaoyu retorted coolly.

Yuzi blinked calmly, tail swaying gently behind her.

Lu Feng returned with steaming water and tea leaves. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Refresh yourself after the journey."

The slender, specially cultivated leaves unfurled in the hot water, glowing with a liquid-gold radiance.

Sun-Condensed Grass—found only in the Primordial Gods’ medicinal gardens. Far beyond ordinary tea: a sip could regenerate severed limbs, purge all poisons…

Yet to him, it was merely tea to ease fatigue.

"Just humble tea. I hope you don’t mind," Lu Feng added sheepishly.

"No—how could your tea ever be 'humble'?" Su Zhaoyu lifted her cup and shifted closer, her shoulder "accidentally" brushing his.

A faint, alluring fox-like scent… Sisha’s eyes flashed with fury. *So the icy empress on her throne seduces men this shamelessly?*

Sisha snatched her cup and sat firmly on Lu Feng’s other side.

Tension crackled between them. Lu Feng, utterly oblivious, blinked in confusion.

*Boiling water was used… aren’t your hands burning?* His face was pure bewilderment.