After all, the old student was a scholar, and he had some knowledge. In addition to recording what he saw and heard, he also added his own understanding.

He wrote: "Since the dawn of time, there have been very few true gods and immortals. Most are mere monkeys in human form. True gods and immortals are all manipulated by the thoughts of mortals. Their hearts waver and their appearance changes."

Regardless of whether the gods were transformed by the thoughts of mortals, just looking at the last eight words, it is easy to think of Mu Qing.

Lord Mu Qing originally had a handsome and dignified appearance, but after being trapped by his inner demons, he turned into a withered old man.

It seems that appearance is indeed determined by the mind.

The old student also wrote: "If a mortal's mind is not right and he gives birth to an evil god, even if he is a real god, it will be difficult to teach him to do good."

Give birth to an evil god?

Bu Tiange put down the ancient book and let himself sink into the sofa and the warm dawn light.

Perhaps, it was not that Wei Yan had evil thoughts in his mind, but that he was the embodiment of the world's greatest evil.

It was inevitable that he would fall into the devil's way and replace Chaos as the Lord of the Demon Realm.

System: "Host, your guess is very likely true, because that's what the target person claims to be."

Bu Tiange stretched out his hand and looked at the ring in a trance.

After a long pause, she snorted and said, "So, asking him to mend his ways and reclaim his godhood is sheer bullshit."

He dared to tease her. It would be more satisfying to chop this bastard into pieces with a knife.

System: "Calm down, I'll give you some merit points, okay?"

"Congratulations, host. Merit value +5. Your current merit value is: 65."

Does adding merit to the host require a reason? Obviously not. Yes, that's it.

A feeling of sleepiness came over him, Bu Tiange made himself a cup of coffee and sat back on the sofa.

As the morning light grew brighter, she flipped forward a few pages.

"I've heard that immortal blood can subdue demons and change the fortunes of mortals. If I could get a drop of this, even a poor scholar would be able to rise to prominence."

Through just a few dozen words of straightforward narration, Bu Tiange could smell the sourness of the old scholar.

Just tell the story, why add drama to yourself!

She continued reading: "If one receives this immortal's blood with a heart of righteousness, his merits will be overflowing in his life, and after death he will ascend to heaven on a crane. If one has an evil heart, he will be sent to the Avici Hell, where he will be whipped and tortured day and night."

That's true.

"If that's the case, even a mortal like me can't bear it."

Well, you're smart.

"I just listened to the immortal saying: You evildoer, your evil roots are deep-rooted, so you must suffer the pain of my immortal blood.

"That immortal has evil intentions, and wants to use his blood to avenge the evildoers. Actually, if the couple can have a heart-to-heart talk and resolve their past grudges, removing the immortal's blood won't be difficult."

Bu Tiange was stunned.

Well, this old student turned out to be from the previous dynasty, and happened to witness the fight to the death between her and Wei Yan.

And... so gossipy?

Her fingertips lightly brushed across the yellowed pages. She asked the system, "Isn't this the method he mentioned to break the divine blood? Why didn't you tell me?"

System: "Ahem, host, such a simple method, the system finds it unlikely."

"But I'm afraid this is the only thing we can try." Bu Tiange said.

System: "Wait, what are you going to do, use a honey trap?"

Bu Tiange closed the ancient book. The early morning sunlight shone through the window glass onto her face, and her bright lips curled up slightly.

"In order to complete the mission, this small sacrifice is worth it."

She picked up her phone, which had been silent all night. There were more than a dozen missed calls on the screen, all from Qin Huai.

She held her forehead and said quietly, "First, let me think of a way to get rid of this dog-skin plaster."