Feng Yi had only come to check on his opponent and had no intention of staying any longer.

He originally intended to leave directly, but seeing that Yu Ling had finally taken his words to heart, he became very enthusiastic and went on to tell a long story about Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Wu, and Zhao Liu.

Once he had vented his anger, he packed his bags and left.

Yu Ling was already sweating profusely from listening to this. She threw the now-cold water glass back onto the table, suppressing her frustration with a calm and composed expression.

Princess, oh princess, I kindly took you in, how could you possibly retaliate against me like this?!

Forget it, at worst he'll just never go to that bamboo house again and find another place with the system to build another one.

If the so-called reclusive master were discovered to be himself, the first reaction of the Northern King would probably be to kill himself!

Even if she doesn't kill herself, getting married is absolutely out of the question. Yu Ling has already sworn that she will never go through any of this bullshit marriage tribulations in this lifetime!

He was a tree spirit, the kind of unlucky guy who was struck by lightning as a child. He had worked so hard and painstakingly to become a great demon. What did he need a Daoist partner for? He had himself!

Oh right, he also has a system in his head now, and that's all he needs, along with the system.

The power of marriage is far more terrifying than living a life of hardship; it means bearing the full karmic burden of another person! It's unbearable!

Even though, according to the rules of the main god, everything in the mission world is borne by the original owner's soul and has nothing to do with his own soul, Yu Ling's long-standing habitual thinking made her instinctively choose to avoid it.

It's better to be safe than sorry. What if you get married and become tied to someone, with all sorts of messy reincarnations coming your way? It's super troublesome!

However, just as Yu Ling hardened her heart and decided to starve herself for two days without eating bamboo shoots and just stay in the cabin, as fate would have it, Liu Molian also fell ill and was sick for three days.

Yu Ling can be indifferent to strangers and also indifferent to ordinary acquaintances, but Liu Molian has been quite nice to her these past few days, so she has to take care of her for a few more days.

Getting sick in this run-down place can be fatal. If he dies like this, how will he take care of himself who's just lazing around and doing nothing?

Thus, Yu Ling had no choice but to take on the heavy responsibility of caring for Liu Molian. She also bought a book of remedies for all diseases from the system store and took on Liu Molian's original task of being a doctor in the prisoner-of-war camp.

Yu Ling's seemingly ordinary part-time job has caused her even bigger trouble.

Three to five days after Yu Ling forced Liu Molian, who was too weak to stay in bed, to take over as the doctor.

A man with a fierce appearance, tall stature, and sharp facial features came to visit Luo Xiaocan.

Unexpectedly, Luo Xiaocan was on patrol at the camp and couldn't spare the time. This guy was too idle, so he came to find Yu Ling, the defeated prisoner general, to cause trouble.

"You're Yi Lanbin?"

The man walked into the cabin and wandered around rudely. He even looked Liu Molian up and down on the bed and asked Yu Ling, who was standing beside him, in a rather unfriendly tone.

This man seems very unfriendly.

Yu Ling simply watched quietly, her dark, deep eyes unfathomable, her thin lips slightly curved as she said:

"It's me."

The man looked into those dark eyes, and there seemed to be something in them that made him inexplicably guilty. Realizing his own weakness, the man's face immediately darkened, and anger spread through his eyes.

"May I ask what business this young master has with me?"

Yu Ling's tone was flat and indifferent, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Seeing this, the man narrowed his eyes into slits and said in a cold voice, addressing him by his name:

"Yi Lanbin, I heard you're a doctor here? You must be quite skilled. Why don't you treat my illness?"

Yu Ling was taken aback upon hearing this, and then looked at Liu Molian lying on the bed. It seemed that this was the kind of patient she thought he was. What illness could a strong, fierce man like him possibly have?

Is he mentally retarded? Even he can't cure that!

Yu Ling's eyes darted around, recalling the disdainful and mocking looks from some of Bei Shang's soldiers when she was captured, and she immediately understood the man's intentions.

This guy's here to cause trouble.

Yu Ling's lips curled into a faint smile, but her eyes held no trace of amusement as she asked the man:

"I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you were sick just now. If you're sick, you need to get treatment. You can't go out wandering around until you're fully recovered. What if it gets worse?"

The man didn't realize that Yu Ling was actually cursing him in secret; he assumed she had been worn down and had no temper left. He immediately showed a hint of disdain and spoke arrogantly:

"If you cure my illness, I will do everything in my power to promote you. I will treat you, Yi Lanbin, as the most honored guest, providing you with plenty of good food and drink, and I will even kowtow to you in front of everyone to become your disciple!"

"But if you can't cure my illness, don't blame me, Zhang Heyi, for being ruthless. I'll make you crawl on all fours around the prisoner-of-war camp three times, barking like a dog as you go, and then kowtow and apologize to me. Is that too much to ask?"

After Zhang Heyi finished speaking, he began to smile sinisterly, staring at Yu Ling like a venomous snake waiting for its prey, as if waiting for her to become angry.

Upon hearing this, Yu Ling's eyes turned icy, but her smile deepened, her gaze filled with disdain as she sneered:

"It's not excessive, indeed it's not excessive, but I've never heard that kind of barking in Dongli before. Perhaps you could demonstrate it for me, young master?"

"What? A general like you has never even owned a dog? Listen carefully, this is how a dog barks, woof woof woof!" Zhang Heyi clearly hadn't fallen for a verbal trap before, and he played along.

Yu Ling was genuinely surprised this time: "...Huh?"

"Woof woof woof!"

Yu Ling looked at Zhang Heyi for two seconds with an expression that said she was looking at an idiot.

Zhang Heyi was extremely displeased by Yu Ling's action. His face hardened, and he said in a stiff tone, "What, can't I teach you how to address me?"

"Of course." Yu Ling nodded, and said seriously, "Then please demonstrate the movements as well, young master!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Heyi immediately beamed with joy. It seemed that his plan had worked, and the silly general was actually going to agree!

He cleared his throat, gestured with his hands, and began to teach Yuling the correct way to bark like a dog:

"Just like that, with your hands and knees on the ground, crawl around barking all the time, got it? A dog barks 'woof woof woof!'"

"Pfft..."

No sooner had Zhang Heyi finished speaking than a loud burst of laughter erupted outside the cabin.

Yu Ling was already holding back her laughter, and now she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Brother Zhang, what are you doing?"

Luo Xiaocan came into the house from outside. He was still outside when he heard his arrogant good brother barking like a dog, and he almost died laughing.

Yu Ling answered quickly:

"You came to see me for a medical consultation. Oh, by the way, we even made a bet. You, Brother Zhang, are demonstrating right now!"