Upon returning to Mount Olympus, Ye Wen did not rush to inquire about too many matters. Instead, he asked Zhang Ling to first retrieve the items Shen Gongbao required—the Water Division General had requested quite a few medicinal herbs. If Zhang Ling hadn't personally delivered them using her storage treasure, the pile on Cui Jun's gourd would likely have formed a small mountain.

Shen Gongbao was resting in the palace at the time. Upon seeing Zhang Ling arrive, he knew the things he needed were here. He quickly rose to inspect them one by one. Finally satisfied that everything was present, he smiled at Zhang Ling and said, "I troubled you, Miss!"

Zhang Ling merely hummed, offering no other acknowledgment. Fortunately, Shen Gongbao had stayed on Mount Shu for some time and understood the girl’s temperament. Not minding, he directly took out several herbs, then called out to the Jade Qilin, which remained motionless on the ground, "Follow me!"

Although the Jade Qilin was arrogant, it understood that Shen Gongbao was calling it to help treat its injuries, so it did not put on airs and stood up.

After over a month of recovery, the Jade Qilin was long past its former wretched state. Although it still appeared thin, flesh was gradually returning to its body, no longer leaving it looking pitifully emaciated.

As it slowly recovered, the innate, extraordinary aura belonging to a Qilin gradually emerged. The maids and attendants passing through the palace had initially paid little mind to this strangely featured and somewhat downcast monster, but this perception had recently begun to shift.

The Jade Qilin now held its head high and strode after Shen Gongbao into the largest bathing room. While Ye Wen’s and Shen Gongbao’s rooms had private bathrooms, this palace housed an additional, larger one. In Ye Wen’s words, the pool inside was "practically a swimming pool!" It seemed Shen Gongbao intended to use this pool to prepare the medicinal concoction and let the divine beast soak inside for healing.

As for the miraculous herbs, refining them into elixirs would inevitably require tools. However, Ye Wen currently enjoyed a decent relationship with Hephaestus, the god of craftsmanship. Asking him to forge some alchemy apparatus should not be difficult. Moreover, Shen Gongbao himself was originally a Daoist and carried some basic alchemy tools with him. Hephaestus only needed to craft some auxiliary items, which would suffice. Thus, there was no need to worry about lacking suitable equipment.

Only after Shen Gongbao and the Jade Qilin disappeared from sight did Ye Wen beckon Zhang Ling to sit. However, Yuwentuo remained stiff, standing to the side like a statue. If one didn't look closely, they might genuinely mistake him for an ornament.

Especially with the helmet on, due to its peculiar function, only the area below the nose was visible. Yet, even this part was an illusion; the perpetually smiling visage was fabricated, not representing the man's original expression. Present-day Yuwentuo probably couldn't manage such a calm smile; a wry grin might be easier to conjure.

Garfield, upon entering, unceremoniously hopped onto the table, his eyes darting back and forth over the fruit, likely searching for the tastiest option.

Ye Wen called out to Zhang Ling, "Before you arrived, did your Mistress leave any instructions?"

Knowing his two women, he was certain they would have imparted some advice. Zhang Ling was not the type to say nothing, so if he asked, he would learn what he needed to know.

Indeed, Zhang Ling sat down and stated calmly, "Mistress instructed this disciple to keep an eye on Master, lest Master attract a swarm of unnecessary women!"

Ye Wen felt a bit awkward and managed a wry smile. He hadn't actually planned on attracting women before coming here, but he'd inexplicably become entangled with Artemis, and then Athena, as if things weren't messy enough, had jumped in to complicate matters. If those two found out about his current predicament, Huayi might not say much, but his junior sister would almost certainly become jealous again.

Before he could comment, Zhang Ling continued, "Mistress heard about the reputations of certain gods on Olympus and was very uneasy, which is why she sent this disciple to come!"

"So that's why you insisted on delivering the items personally!" It was a confirmation, not a question. Ye Wen had been puzzled by Zhang Ling's unusual eagerness to deliver the items herself; the root cause was now clear.

However, if someone were to be sent to watch him, Zhang Ling seemed an odd choice. Given her rather cold disposition and apparent disinterest in most things, even if she saw him getting close to another woman, it probably wouldn't accomplish much—at most, she'd return and report faithfully to his two wives.

Instead of her, perhaps sending Li Xiaoyao would have been better; at least that boy was handsome, suave, and popular with women, and could help divert some of the attention.

But upon deeper reflection, Ye Wen understood why things were this way.

The disciples on Mount Shu were either deep in crucial stages of cultivation or were too busy with matters on the mountain to leave. Counting everyone up, Zhang Ling was probably the only one available.

This meant that her assignment was a necessary choice under the circumstances.

"Since you're here, don't just sit idly. Your junior brother here is in dire need of a sparring partner. From now on, you will be his opponent during his daily training sessions!"

Zhang Ling maintained her placid expression, as if Ye Wen's instruction had nothing to do with her. Still, she reacted, slowly raising her hand, adjusting her glasses, and glancing at the even stiffer Yuwentuo beside her: "I understand."

For some inexplicable reason, Yuwentuo, standing nearby, suddenly felt as if he were standing naked in a biting wind, despite Zhang Ling’s voice being very flat and quite pleasant.

The next day at the sparring arena, Yuwentuo still couldn't decipher the source of the increasingly noticeable strange feeling in his heart. When he saw Zhang Ling standing before him, he was still utterly bewildered.

He glanced at himself: fully geared, the Libra Gold Cloth was perfectly equipped, and he was even wearing his helmet, which he usually left off. He was laden with a full twelve weapons (six types, two of each). Furthermore, his wrist guards held a pair of large hammers previously used by Huang Tianhua—truly kitted out for battle.

Then he looked opposite him…

Zhang Ling wore a sailor uniform with a black base. The short skirt barely covered the upper part of her thighs, leaving a strip of bare skin exposed between the skirt and her knee-high black stockings. Against the black backdrop, this strip of thigh appeared even more fair and tender, involuntarily drawing the gaze.

Yuwentuo swallowed hard and inwardly murmured, "No wonder many online friends call it the Absolute Territory; it truly is domineering…"

She wore a pair of flat brown leather shoes—