I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods

Chapter 752 - 36: Mother and Daughter (4,000 Words)

After completely mastering the Time Authority and successfully resurrecting life, Yun You’s path of cultivation seemed to break free from its shackles once again, becoming unprecedentedly smooth.

In the Cosmic Library, within those worlds composed of written symbols, she truly understood what it meant to be "omnipotent."

What once required her to exert all her effort, even at the cost of soul trauma to repair, now only took a single thought for her to turn seas into mulberry fields, to make a child age in an instant, or to rejuvenate a dying elder.

With a single thought, she could reduce flourishing civilizations to cosmic dust, or casually create a vibrant new continent in the void, endowing it with mountains, rivers, flora, fauna...

She could even, according to her own desires, create intelligent life.

Creation was nothing more than smearing color on a blank canvas; destruction was merely brushing away the dust from a sand table.

To save or to destroy, all hinged on a single thought of hers, like a child deciding whether to construct or topple the building blocks in their hands.

The growth of power was as natural as breathing, her understanding of the underlying logic of the universe’s rules deepened, and her soul’s essence became more refined and powerful.

At this point, the distinction between realms had lost any substantive meaning for Yun You.

She clearly sensed that she stood at an entirely new height, overlooking all she once had to look up to; she was strong, so strong it amazed even herself.

Looking across the vast, boundless Cosmic Library, except for her mother Deng, those gods and powerful tenants she once had to look up to, and even those peculiar beings collected or created by Deng herself, all seemed so fragile before her...

She didn’t even need to truly act; sometimes merely a thought would suffice to make those mighty beings immobile, or begin to dissipate from the most fundamental particle level.

What further intrigued Yun You was her relationship with Deng.

Once, Deng was a lofty, unfathomable existence to her, the maker of rules, the source of power.

Deng’s presence was like the cosmic background radiation, unseen but omnipresent; everything about her was laid bare before Deng’s eyes.

But now... Yun You faintly felt she seemed to have reached Deng’s level.

It was a mysterious and profound perception; she no longer felt Deng was an insurmountable abyss but rather a presence sharing the same starry sky.

Even at times, when she intentionally restrained her aura and hid herself in the library’s shadows, she would notice...

Deng’s seemingly all-seeing gaze, when passing over her, occasionally carried a momentary hint of perplexity.

Though this "hiding" might only last for a fleeting instant, and soon Deng’s powerful perception would fix on her again, it was enough to prove Yun You’s strength had reached a critical point, one where she no longer merely looked up or passively accepted in the presence of this mother, but could interact, even express a bit of minor "rebellion."

Thus, in the tranquil and harmonious Cosmic Library, there were occasional incidents... that left those ancient gods and Maid Chief speechless.

Yun You started attempting some small pranks, targeting, of course, her lazy, powerful, and whimsically evil "mother."

For instance, when Fanny routinely brought her bedtime milk, Yun You would silently use her exquisite space-time manipulation power to replace the warm milk with a bowl of old Beijing-style douzhi, emitting a unique aroma.

She would even carefully erase douzhi’s highly identifiable scent, disguising it indistinguishably from milk.

When Deng unsuspectingly took a sip—

"Pfft—!!"

The next moment, Deng’s ever-smiling face twisted instantly, and the liquid in her mouth sprayed out like a fountain, splattering onto her silver-gray hair.

She widened her eyes in disbelief at the cup in her hand, then glanced at Yun You pretending to read seriously beside her, her tail-tip bristling with anger.

"You brat! What kind of awful stuff did you replace it with?!"

Moreover, Deng was fond of sweet things, especially a type of rainbow crystal candy that was tributed by a certain candy civilization.

One day, when Deng habitually reached for her stash of candy in the nebula jar, she found it empty, replaced by neatly arranged boiled broccoli and carrot sticks.

"Where’s my candy, Yun—You—!"

Deng elongated her tone, gritting her teeth, her figure blurry for a moment, then appearing before Yun You the next instant, reaching out to tug her ear.

"Was it you! Quickly return my source of joy!"

Of course, Deng, the "God of Mischief," was no pushover; whenever caught off guard by Yun You, she would promptly retaliate.

When Yun You finally managed to tidy up her room, planning to rest well, in a blink, all the furniture in the room transformed into small... pink children’s versions, even her bed became a baby’s crib with guardrails, and the walls were covered with childish cartoon star maps.

"Oh my, my little Youyou is still a baby, of course she should sleep on a baby’s bed."

Or when Yun You relaxed in the hot spring, all the water in the pool would suddenly turn into sticky... brightly colored slime-like substances.