Xingtie: Starting with an in-depth analysis of the Yellow Springs

[Bai'er: Stop! You're mentally corrupting me! Aglaia, I'm formally reporting Wan Di! Ever since you made contact with the outside world, everyone's been using sarcastic and insinuating tactics against me.]

[Aglaia: But shouldn't you be better at defending yourself?]

[Bai E: Right, Wan Di... let's debate!]

[Fu Xuan: How could there be two such bored people in this world? Sure enough, a man is a boy until he dies.]

Himeko: I agree. Welt feels the same way.

[Jing Yuan: Fu Qing is right. It's all thanks to your tireless calculations and management that I, this general, have some free time. As I grow older, it's time for you to handle some general's affairs. What do you say, Fu Qing?]

[Fu Xuan: Hmph, it should have been done a long time ago. Give it to me.]

[Yanqing: General, why are there so many storybooks and novels appearing in the Shence Army's headquarters lately?]

[Jing Yuan: Uh…Are you done? If you are, you should go and serve as an instructor for the Cloud Cavalry, which will be perfect for training new soldiers.]

[Fu Xuan: General!]

Wan Di was completely unconcerned about Bai E's accusations, and even seemed somewhat smug, a lingering smile on his lips. He had won the contest decisively.

Tibby, unaware of the truth, cried out, "Little Enemy! What have you done to everyone?!"

"Hmph... I just won another gladiatorial contest." Although he tried his best to hide it, the weakness in his voice was undeniable.

He barely managed to stay upright and not faint from the heat.

Feng Jin asked in surprise, "Horn... Gladiator fight?"

"Just as I thought." Aglaia sighed. "These two, on the surface, are the strongest warriors in the Holy City, but they can't hide their youthful nature after all..."

"Tell us, Wan Di? Tell us what foolish things you and Bai E did."

Let's go back to before the two entered the bathhouse.

Bai E was lost in thought when Wan Di appeared behind him, engaging in a mental battle that lasted for several minutes. He was pondering how to comfort his brother who had failed the trial of conflict.

"Take a relaxing bath, bro."

No, that's not quite right.

"Want a drink, buddy?"

'…never mind.'

…Finally, he came up with the most suitable way to express it.

He crossed his arms and sneered, "...Am I right? The great savior is finally willing to come out into the light?"

[Rin: 666, Wan Di, you really are a tsundere. It wasn't so obvious before, but this inner monologue is the absolute best.]

[Zhe: Bro, you still need to practice. Want Zhe's Friendship Guide? 1000 points. Learn it, and you'll never have to worry about managing relationships with multiple friends again, winning over every woman's heart.]

[Fou: That's outrageous! If this were Fontainebleau, I'd make sure Navelette puts you to trial!]

[Star: Sell me a copy! Even though everyone loves me, flowers adore me, and even Sam is obsessed with me, I still want to learn.]

[Bai E: Good bro, so you actually care about me after all. Don't be shy, just say it out loud: Bai E is the most handsome! A hundred times more handsome than Wan Di who inherited the flame. I'll reluctantly stop arguing with you.]

[Wan Di: Get lost! You don't act like a savior at all.]

[Yae no Miko: Golden-haired girls are often losers, especially tsundere ones. But I have high hopes for you guys.]

[Pera: It seems I was too conservative after all.]

[Xia Die: Haha, Lord Wan Di and Lord Bai E are really interesting. I haven't been this happy in a long time.]

[Little Candle: It's unbearable to watch. A savior, a heir to a conflict, both so naive. The hope of chasing the flame is slim. Jin Zhijue, you've really had a tough time.]

[A Bao: A very interesting young man. How could friendship and brotherhood not be romantic?]

[Aglaia: What kind of personality did I have back then that I would think like that?]

[Tibao: Aya, we all really liked your old personality, but unfortunately, because of the pursuit of fire, you've been constantly losing your humanity.]

[Gui Naifen: These days are so interesting, I'm too lazy to even do a live stream. Ah... I can't be fooled by momentary pleasure; Onphalos is a tragedy.]

[*Alicia: Kosmo, look! I've found someone with the same personality as you. You two will definitely get along well.]

[*Kosmo: (Wan Di, does he also not know what to say? Perhaps I could have a conversation with him... Never mind.) No need.]

"Hmph." Bai E turned his head away. He was already in a bad mood, and being looked down upon by his brother made him even angrier.

Wan Di was taken aback. "Hmph... what kind of answer is that?"

"Nothing much—just imitating your usual mannerisms," Bai E said coldly. He was a ten-time debate champion, yet he had no desire to contend with Wan Di today.

He put one hand on his hip, his face sullen and his brows furrowed. "I didn't sense anything special about you... Did you pass the test of the demigod?"

Wan Di shrugged. "The ceremony hasn't started yet. Just in case you forget—it hasn't been long since I dragged you out of the trial."

“I haven’t forgotten.” Bai E gritted his teeth.

Wan Di snorted coldly and said arrogantly, "You're welcome."

Chapter 327 Wan Di, dressed in revealing clothing

A wicked smile played on Bai'er's lips as he muttered to himself, "...the last light of the long night, the fortified city of Ohma."

"How many people have traveled from afar, thinking it was a lush garden where figs and olives were plentiful... but little did they know they would fall into a burning furnace?"

"What tricks are you playing?"

Bai E said insinuatingly, "I just felt like reciting a few lines of poetry. Surely the prince of Xuanfeng doesn't misunderstand poetry?"

Although Wan Di didn't understand his meaning, he still replied, "The people of Xuanfeng don't read such weak writings, but my library has plenty of such books—"

"These lines express the author's homesickness, just as Ohma is far from most people's hometowns," Baier explained.

Wan Di frowned. "—I understand poetry, HKS."

[Star: What does that mean? Is Wan Di praising Bai E?]

[Bai Er: Pfft... Buddy, I'm drinking water. Those three letters mean... bastard. You little devil, I broke your defenses, didn't I?]

[Wan Di: How do you know?]

[Bai Er: Hmm... I won't tell you, you guess.]

[Fireworks: HKS, HKS... Hehe, you can put it inside a firework plush toy, then nobody will know you're insulting him.]

[Ling: Ugh, even his insults are in a language Bai'er can't understand. Seriously, I'm going to cry, you two are the real deal.]

"Ha... Stop pretending to be profound, friend." Bai E became serious. "Thanks for pulling me out of the crisis, but as I see it, you weren't prepared for the trial either, were you?"

Just as Wan Di understands Bai E, Bai E also understands Wan Di best.

Wan Di shook his head. “Don’t confuse our situations. I have my people behind me, and I cannot ascend to godhood alone before solving their problems.”

"Hmph... From what you're saying, the valiant Madmos, the heir to the throne of Suspended Peak, actually wants to break the ancient traditions of his clan that have lasted for thousands of years?" Bai'e was slightly annoyed. He hoped that Wan Di would inherit the divine power as soon as possible, because traditions are not something that can be easily broken.

Wan Di closed his eyes and sighed, "I'm still thinking about what to do."

"Never mind, it's probably not my place to give you advice. However, I suddenly had an idea..."

"Tell me, what's your bad idea?"

“Perhaps we all need to release some pressure. Come on, Medmos, let’s continue our competition…” Bai’er’s face was fierce, like an angry Samoyed.

"This time—let's see who can last the longest in the ultra-high temperature bath!"

"Tch—!" Wan Di scoffed.

Bai E pressed further, "What's wrong? Are you getting stage fright?"

"The word 'stage fright' doesn't exist in the dictionary of the Suspended Peak Man. I just find it laughable. Unofficial historian, haven't you heard that the Suspended Peak Man bathes in molten iron used for forging swords and quenching iron?"

Today, I will teach you these court etiquette rules!

A strange competitive spirit ignited between the two, and no duel lasted long.

[Star: Here we go again. Are there too many missing words in the Suspended Peak Man's dictionary?]

[Silver Wolf: Foolish. The dictionary of the Suspended Peak Man is for throwing bricks. If you don't like someone and try to reason with them, just give them a brick.]

[Hu Tao: What kind of competitive spirit is this? You guys are truly good brothers, you get along so well.]

[Aglaia: One dares to dream, the other dares to accompany. When will you mature, Bai'e, Wan Di?]

[Sai Fei'er: This is going to be interesting. The Little Prince and the Savior Boy's duel—want to place a bet and guess how long each of them lasted?]

[Star: I'm betting 10,000 points on Bai E, partner, we absolutely cannot lose!]

[Danheng: I refuse to gamble, and she specifically mentioned the duration; please read carefully.]

[Fufu: I suppressed ten thousand enemies for an hour. Judging from his confidence, he must be very powerful.]

A blue butterfly flew to the center of the bathhouse, and the bathhouse sprite began to narrate the gladiatorial combat in Tibbers' voice.

"So! An unprecedented sauna battle began."

"The two men's determination reached its zenith; their intense will caused even the water vapor to change color. Their aura, carrying the water vapor, soared straight into the sky, blotting out the sun and making it impossible for people to see..."

Steam filled the bathhouse room, and the humid heat continued to spread to the outside. The two, dressed in casual clothes, began this protracted battle.

Large beads of sweat kept dripping from his skin.

The bathhouse elf coughed lightly, "Since you can't see the live match... and you're just killing time anyway, why don't you listen to a story about the king?"

[Rin: No! Let me see! Let me see!!!]

[Star: This is what we should be watching, why isn't it being shown? Who the hell made this video? They can't even edit it properly.]

[Slurp... They must have amazing bodies, I can almost picture them. Wow, let me touch them, I'd give up ten years of my life for that!]

[Requesting a photo of Bai Er's abs!]

[Only those who can defeat ten thousand enemies are true gods!]

"Do you remember the legend of the lion hunt by Goergo mentioned by an old soldier? The protagonist of the story... the lion king, was not actually the overlord of the area. There was also a sword antelope that could rival him."

“Long before the Golden Age, the two beasts were already locked in a fierce battle on the plains of Tretos. The lion saw the oryx as its meal, while the oryx viewed the lion as a high wall of contempt, oppression, and hardship, and vowed to overthrow it with its horns…”

"So, for tens of thousands of years, the two beasts began to compete and chase each other in the wilderness—"

Sweat beaded on Wan Di's face and streamed down, the steam obscuring his vision. His body trembled slightly, and he clenched his teeth to keep himself from making a sound.

"It's lagging behind."

Bai E closed his eyes tightly, his breathing became increasingly heavy, and his chest rose and fell, seemingly to lower his temperature somewhat.

“It’s nowhere near as good.”

The airflow squeezed out from between Wan Di's teeth, and throbbing blood vessels became visible on his skin.

“It has no way out.”

Bai E's eyes were unfocused, and he could only breathe subconsciously.

"It can't fly away even if it has wings."

"On the land of Onphalus, some lives die at dusk, some at dawn, and some—they are destined to die in the midday sun!"

The bathhouse sprite's tone grew increasingly excited, seemingly thrilled as the temperature rose.

"Finally! The most intense moment of the day has arrived, and a powerful destiny has arrived—"

A bathhouse attendant approached the bathhouse entrance and cautiously inquired, "Gentlemen, would you like me to lower the temperature?"

Wan Di trembled, "Hmph..."

Bai E seized the opportunity to tease, "W-what? Heh...you chickened out?"

“…Get out.” The voice burst from Wan Di’s chest; he was unwilling to say another word.

The bathhouse attendant stammered awkwardly, "Are you telling me to get out, or...?"

Wan Di forced out a few words, "You... figure it out yourself..."

“…Then please forgive my presumption, Your Excellency.” The waiter pondered, “Get out…does that mean to boil the water?”

The protracted war continues.

The scene shifts back to when Tibo and the others enter the bathhouse. After listening to Wan Di's description, Feng Jin's eyelids twitch, and she is utterly speechless.

Tibo covered her face, too embarrassed to look at the two of them again.