Back in the day, when Tang Qin and Jiang Fang were too busy to attend class, she had helped take care of this little guy a few times.
She never expected that, over a decade later, this little guy would grow up to such a level.
At eighteen, he had already become a High-Level War God.
"I remember you too, Sister Yaorao! You're still as beautiful as ever," Ye Yu said with a smile.
"Giggle! Still such a sweet talker—how many girls have you charmed over the years, I wonder?"
Yaorao giggled, then added, "But are you trying to remind me that I'm getting old?"
"I wouldn't dare!"
Ye Yu quickly protested.
He continued, "A planetary-level lifespan is a thousand years, Sister Yaorao. At your age, you're basically like a 14- or 15-year-old girl. How could you possibly be old?"
"Giggle, you really know how to talk. That makes me happy today."
"Tell me, what reward do you want? As long as I have it, I'll give it to you today," Yaorao said with a charming smile.
"Really?"
Ye Yu's eyes lit up.
"When I say it, I mean it. As long as I have it, it's yours," Yaorao said.
"Alright then. I've got everything I need—except for a defensive treasure. How about you give me a Black God Set?" Ye Yu joked.
"You really don't hold back, do you? You sure know how to ask!"
Yaorao said speechlessly. "I don't have the Black God Set. If you want it, go get it yourself from Relic No. 9."
Ye Yu wasn't disappointed upon hearing this—he had only been joking anyway.
As for venturing into Relic No. 9, was it really necessary? Obviously not!
If he ended up stuck inside for a year or two, it just wouldn't be worth it.
With the system in place, as long as Ye Yu continued to train step by step, he would eventually grow strong.
A single Black God Set wasn't worth the risk.
Even if there were secret techniques of the Meteorite Star lineage inside, he could just head to Zengluo Peak when the time came.
"However, while I don't have the Black God Set, I can give you a King-Class Smart Fighter Jet," Yaorao said.
Ye Yu was a bit surprised when he heard this.
"Sister Yaorao, are you serious?" he asked.
"What, don't think I can do it? It's just a smart jet. If I say I'm giving it to you, I'm giving it to you," Yaorao replied.
Hearing this, Ye Yu looked at Yaorao with new eyes.
He hadn't expected her to actually be serious—giving him a King-Class Smart Fighter Jet right off the bat.
What a generous gift!
A smart jet—now that was a man's dream.
Just like how a good car used to be a man's prized possession—sometimes even more loved than a wife.
Ye Yu had originally planned to buy one from the military with the large amount of money he'd recently earned. But now that someone was giving him one, even better.
Ye Yu wasn't the kind of young man who cared too much about appearances. If someone offered, he'd accept.
As for returning the favor, with the rate Ye Yu was earning now, there was no way he couldn't repay it.
And if it ever came to it, well, he could always "repay with his body."
"Then thank you very much, Sister Yaorao," Ye Yu said quickly.
"So, how do you plan to repay me?"
Yaorao stared at Ye Yu with her enchanting eyes, almost like they could shoot lightning.
"Sister Yaorao, are you setting a trap for me?" Ye Yu said helplessly.
Sure enough, the gift wasn't so easy to accept.
Ye Yu had known all along—Yaorao getting close to him and giving him gifts definitely came with a price.
"What do you mean, a trap? I gave you a gift—shouldn't you return the favor?" Yaorao giggled.
The message was clear: how could he just take advantage of her for free?
"You want the formula, don't you?"
Ye Yu sat down, leaned back comfortably, and looked at Yaorao across from him.
"Smart boy!" Yaorao dropped the pretense.
The strength of Tang Qin and Jiang Fang had increased unnaturally.
Li Yao had already noticed. As the largest organization in the world, how could the Ultimate Martial Hall not notice?
They investigated and traced it back to Ye Yu.
For the Ultimate Martial Hall, that was no difficult task.
By this point, Ye Yu wasn't planning to keep it secret any longer—the formula would have to be revealed eventually.
"Three conditions!"
Ye Yu sat upright, held up three fingers, and said firmly.
"Let's hear them," Yaorao also straightened up, her seductive smile replaced with seriousness.
"First, seven Black God Sets!"
While each was said to be one-of-a-kind, Ye Yu didn't believe the Ultimate Martial Hall didn't have stock.
"Second, three Universe-Class Smart Fighter Jets, and I must have first-level authority over them!"
This needed to be stated clearly—otherwise, everything he did inside could be monitored by Hong.
While Ye Yu could understand Hong's actions—maintaining world peace and all—and he truly had done it…
Understanding didn't mean accepting. Why shouldn't Ye Yu have top-level authority over his own equipment?
It would be like marrying your girlfriend only to find out she wasn't "brand new," and her ex still had a key. He might even come back and use it now and then—who could stand that?
Ye Yu made this point knowing that, based on Hong's character in the original story, if he didn't know, it was fine. But now that he did, he probably wouldn't play dirty tricks.
"Third: for every formula you produce from this, I want 1% to 5% in royalties."
Ye Yu finished and waited for Yaorao's response.
But Yaorao didn't answer immediately—it seemed she was waiting for instructions.
And indeed, she couldn't make the decision herself. These terms would need Hong's approval.
After a moment, Yaorao looked back at Ye Yu.
She held up three fingers and said, "Three terms!"
"Go on," said Ye Yu.
"First, show us the formula first. We need to confirm it's worth it. Don't worry, our Ultimate Martial Hall isn't going to cheat you."
"Second, you must authorize the formula to both the Ultimate Martial Hall and the Thunder Martial Hall. Also, aside from Huaxia, you may not give it to any other faction."
"Third, seven Black God Sets is too much. We'll give you at most three."
"Deal."
Ye Yu thought it over and agreed. There was one thing Yaorao didn't say outright:
If the Ultimate Martial Hall really wanted to take it by force, Ye Yu wouldn't be able to stop them—or keep the formula.
Then Ye Yu exchanged contact info with Yaorao and directly sent over the basic and intermediate formulas.
The basic formula alone wasn't worth that much.
Forget the three Black God Sets—the Universe-Class Smart Jets were a full tier above King-Class.
Ye Yu knew that Hong priced King-Class jets at 2 Stars—200 billion.
But Universe-Class jets? Those were 20 Stars—2 trillion.
And the Primordial-Class? Hong priced those at 60 Stars—6 trillion.
Ye Yu did want that book Foundations of Spiritual Psychics and the Sky-Dodging Shuttle...
But he knew Hong would never approve—unless he joined the Ultimate Martial Hall or handed over the advanced formula.
Even then, he'd only get Foundations of Spiritual Psychics. The Sky-Dodging Shuttle? Forget about it.
In the original, even the main character Luo Feng had to guess blindly to buy it, let alone Ye Yu, an outsider.
About fifteen minutes after Ye Yu sent the formulas, he received a reply:
"The deal is acceptable!"