Looking at the beautiful woman kneeling in front of him, the young Divine King seated on the throne had a somewhat inexplicable expression in his eyes.

He rested his chin on one hand, gazing indifferently at Man Huang, then said, "So what you mean is, Qiu Tu asked you to bring me a letter?"

Hearing the Northern God King's question, Man Huang, kneeling on one knee, bowed her head and corrected, "Your Majesty, it's an order... or perhaps coercion."

The Northern God King squinted slightly at her words, letting his gaze sweep over Man Huang a few times, but said nothing.

He sat up straight, then made a gesture; the next second, a letter flew out from Man Huang's outstretched hand and landed in his own.

Holding the letter, the Northern God King gave it a light shake; the letter unfolded itself, and line after line of powerful script leapt forth on the page.

The Northern God King's eyes fell upon the letter, his face expressionless as he read.

At first, he skimmed casually, ten lines at a glance, but the further down he read, the slower he became, his expression steadily relaxing as well.

By the time he finished the letter completely, his face was already lit with a wide smile. He laughed aloud and exclaimed, "Wonderful, just wonderful."

Perhaps because he always looked so young, his smile was blindingly radiant.

After laughing, the Northern God King looked at Man Huang, and his gaze became much more gentle. He said, "Man Huang, you did very well."

"If this matter can be accomplished, you'll have earned yourself a great merit."

Man Huang had already felt something was strange since the Northern God King began reading the letter. Now, hearing his words, a big question mark slowly popped up in her mind. She had no idea what she had actually done.

In spite of herself, she recalled the scene last night when Qiu Tu had come to see her....

Ever since Qiu Tu went to the "Crimson Territory" some time ago, he hadn't visited Man Huang for quite a long while.

So Man Huang had been continually imprisoned in that specially built villa, not only under layers of surveillance every day, but also forced to watch as Shu Xia was brainwashed step by step.

At first, Man Huang's heart was filled with hatred, but as time passed, numbness gradually set in.

Especially as Qiu Tu grew stronger and his battle record more terrifying—she thought she might be stuck like this for the rest of her life.

But then, just last night, Qiu Tu suddenly sought her out and said he could let her go free.

To be honest, at that moment, Man Huang almost thought she'd misheard.

In her eyes, Qiu Tu was the very image of a lecherous demon. After capturing her, he nearly squeezed her dry, toying with her to the extreme. How could he possibly let her go?

What's more, this pervert obviously didn't just want her body—he was trying to conquer or break her spirit, little by little.

So Man Huang didn't believe Qiu Tu's promise in the slightest.

And yet, who could have predicted that the very next day, after handing her a letter, Qiu Tu actually let her go.

According to Qiu Tu: as long as Man Huang delivered the letter to the Northern God King, she'd be free.

Skeptical, Man Huang accepted the letter, and walked out of the villa, still doubting—suspecting this was just some new kind of game Qiu Tu was playing.

Messenger play? Some abduction play? Or maybe an intercepted-on-the-road inspection play?

She didn't know. All of them seemed possible.

So, all she could do was take things step by step and see what Qiu Tu's real scheme was.

What she didn't expect was that her journey to the "Northern Realm" was extraordinarily safe and uneventful.

No kidnapping, no highway robbery, no accidents or incidents at all; and as she got farther from Qiu Tu, her strength was actually slowly returning.

Just now, after meeting the Northern God King and delivering the letter, she realized her strength had been fully restored.

She was, after all, an Eighth Rank Great Evil God. Before, Qiu Tu had only managed to control her because her power was being suppressed. Now, with her strength back, as long as she didn't seek revenge, she had a hundred ways to slip away unnoticed. Even Qiu Tu couldn't restrain her anymore.

So, in that moment, she actually started to believe that Qiu Tu might really keep his promise.

She'd even begun considering where to go and what to do once her errand was finished.

But now... the Northern God King was saying something so strange. That she'd done very well?

What exactly had she done well?

Was it being Qiu Tu's milk cow, letting him toy with her? Or was she just good at delivering the letter?

For the moment, Man Huang truly didn't know how to respond to the Northern God King. So, after a moment's hesitation, she simply said, "Thank you for your praise, God King." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The Northern God King was clearly oblivious to Man Huang's inner turmoil. Sitting high and proud on the throne, his handsome face gave a slight nod, and his gaze grew even softer, as if he was contemplating something.

After a while, he spoke: "Man Huang, do you want to become the new Pavilion Master of the Si Yuan Pavilion?"

Man Huang was stunned at first when she heard these words, then her heart trembled. She immediately raised her head to look at the Northern God King.

The core of the Si Yuan Pavilion was the "Tree Demon" clan. As a people subdued by the Northern God King a hundred years ago, the "Tree Demons" had remained fiercely loyal to him over the years.

That is why the Northern God King had continually supported and nurtured the "Tree Ancestor," using him to keep the "Crimson Territory" in check.

This mutual balance also gave the Northern God King enormous influence over the Si Yuan Pavilion. Although that influence hadn't surpassed the "Tree Ancestor" himself, after the Tree Ancestor's fall, the North God King's word became law.

Now, with no one at the helm of the "Si Yuan Pavilion," the position of Pavilion Master was vacant. And as the Tree Ancestor's daughter-in-law, an Eighth Rank Great Evil God, Man Huang was one of the top candidates with substantial odds of success.