"Let us once again congratulate the Tianshui Academy team on their victory!"
As the referee's announcement echoed throughout the arena, the young women of the Tianshui team exchanged glances and finally shrugged helplessly.
They hadn't wanted the match to end so quickly, but the members of Canghui Academy simply stood there, bodies glowing, and let themselves be beaten.
That said, they were well aware that this was the opponent's Seven-in-One Spirit Fusion Skill.
Fu Ye had warned them about it beforehand. However, the skill's wind-up time was far too long, resulting in Shui Bing'er and the others landing blows right on the Canghui team's faces while they were still charging up.
Outside the arena, Fu Ye was out for a stroll today with Wu Ling, Ning Rongrong, and Zhuqing.
After the incident with Huyan Zhuo the previous day, everyone who had witnessed Fu Ye's methods—except for the fearless Shi Nian—tacitly took a few steps back upon seeing him and the Tianshui team members.
But there are always those who consider themselves exceptions, believing Fu Ye wouldn't actually dare to kill them.
"Brother Fu Ye, Wu Ling wants to eat those sugar-glazed fruit balls!"
Wu Ling was currently gazing delightedly at a vendor selling the treat, and Ning Rongrong and Zhuqing also looked interested.
"Alright, if you want some, let's buy them."
However, as Fu Ye, Wu Ling, and the others continued their stroll, they ran into Yu Xiaogang, whose face was gloomy, with Tang San and Tang Chuan standing behind him.
"Brother Fu Ye, you should try this too—it's really delicious!"
Wu Ling picked up a piece of cake, stood on her tiptoes, and held it to Fu Ye's lips. Without hesitation, he ate it, savoring the sweet aroma.
The cream melted smoothly on his tongue.
~o(￣▽￣)o
"It is delicious."
Not far from them, Yu Xiaogang and his disciples, Tang Chuan, noticed the intimate exchange between Fu Ye and Xiao Wu Ling.
Upon seeing this, a shadow of gloom flickered in Tang Chuan's eyes.
Xiao Wu and Wu Ling had always been the unresolved regrets in his heart.
Now, both his wife from his previous life and his current infatuation were possessed by that bastard Fu Ye—a thought that sometimes made it difficult for him to suppress his inner fury.
Wu Ling bore an 80% resemblance to Xiao Wu, though upon closer inspection, she carried a more heroic air than her.
"Brother Fu Ye, you're being biased! Rongrong's cake is clearly delicious too!"
Seeing the intimate gesture between Fu Ye and Wu Ling, Ning Rongrong couldn't help feeling a little jealous.
"You girls… still as adorable as ever."
Fu Ye gently patted Ning Rongrong and Zhuqing on their little heads.
Zhuqing's personality was straightforward, and Fu Ye knew she also longed for his praise, so he made sure to engage with this little wildcat in their daily lives.
"Hmm~"
Zhuqing didn't say anything, but her flushed face was telling enough.
"Brother Fu Ye, those two people over there seem to be Tang San and Tang Chuan—the ones who got thrown out of the brothel the night before last."
Wu Ling soon noticed Tang San and Tang Chuan standing ahead, though her impression of them was decidedly poor.
Tang San and Tang Chuan's expressions shifted instantly upon hearing Wu Ling's words.
So Wu Ling and the others had witnessed them being thrown out of the brothel!
At that thought, their faces alternated between pale and green.
But Fu Ye's next words made them break out in a cold sweat all over again.
Fu Ye walked toward Yu Xiaogang—a rare move. "Little Gang, long time no see."
Fu Ye looked at Yu Xiaogang, who stood before him like a mountain of flesh, a faint smile in his eyes.
Yet, upon hearing Fu Ye's words, a trace of terror flashed in the other's eyes, and he averted his gaze evasively.
"Little Gang, your suspicious nature truly disappoints me. Don't doubt it—it's me, your good friend Fu Ye."
Fu Ye smiled kindly. Perhaps it was because Yu Xiaogang's life had been too comfortable lately that Fu Ye couldn't help but want to sever the tendons in his limbs.
"That's not my name! Impossible! You can't be him! He's dead! He died twenty years ago!"
Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang seemed to lose his mind. Tang San and Tang Chuan, standing behind him, were startled by his outburst.
Wu Ling, Zhuqing, and the others were also bewildered by the scene. They knew of Yu Xiaogang, and while he didn't seem like a good person, this was still unexpected.
"Little Gang, is this how you treat an old friend? How disappointing."
That's right—Fu Ye was ready to turn up the pressure on that fool Yu Xiaogang.
After all, he used to call him Little Gang back at Spirit Hall.
Of course, he wasn't worried the other would run away; he'd already planted a tracking device on him.
"Teacher! What's wrong with you!"
Whether Tang Chuan—that old soul who disdained his ancestors as mere stablehands—was pretending or genuinely devoted, he actually seemed to care deeply about a hypocrite like Yu Xiaogang.
"Fu Ye! What exactly have you done to my teacher, you bastard!"
Tang Chuan glared at Fu Ye with resentment, his eyes burning with anger.
But Fu Ye hadn't been in the mood for beef lately, and he certainly wouldn't be polite to anyone who yelled at him.
"Crack."
With a slight raise of Fu Ye's hand, Tang Chuan was hoisted into the air. Struggling proved useless.
"Recognize your place. You are not some so-called child of destiny—just a pitiful creature who can't even break through to the Soul King realm."
Watching Tang Chuan's face turn progressively redder and purpler, Fu Ye felt quite pleased.
It felt good to abstain from beef—but he still had to exercise restraint. Toys ought to be played with slowly; breaking them all at once wasn't his style.
"Thud!"
Tang Chuan was swept up like a gust of wind and hurled by Fu Ye directly into a nearby rockery. The onlookers scattered instantly like frightened birds and beasts.
When soul masters fought, bystanders were bound to be affected—let alone in a one-sided crushing. A misstep could easily lead to injury.
"Cough, cough!" Lying on the ground, Tang Chuan coughed up blood—clearly seriously wounded.
"Xiao Chuan!"
Seeing his beloved disciple injured, Yu Xiaogang wanted to rush Fu Ye immediately, but—
"Boom!"
Fu Ye drove his fist directly into Yu Xiaogang's chest, instantly collapsing a portion of it.
"To think that after more than twenty years, you could forget an old friend like me so completely. I've been loitering around your boyfriend's academy for three years, and you still don't recognize me. You truly break my heart."
Fu Ye slowly approached Yu Xiaogang's side.
Tang San, meanwhile, watched in a daze. He didn't understand—couldn't understand—why Fu Ye, who had always been so kind, was now suddenly attacking his teacher and brother!
...
"No! No! You can't kill me! My father is Yu Yuanzhen, the clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan! You can't kill me!"
By now, Yu Xiaogang had finally regained his senses. A trace of arrogance returned to his eyes as he invoked his father's name.
At this moment, Fu Ye looked at Yu Xiaogang as if he were a fool.
Though Wu Ling and the others were still somewhat confused, they obediently stood behind Fu Ye, remaining silent and watchful.
"Xiaogang, we are colleagues, after all. You know I'm a merciful man."
As he said this, Fu Ye couldn't help but reveal a sly, cold smile.
He certainly wouldn't die—at least, not yet. He would be cast into divine flames and burned for billions of years.
But just then, Fu Ye noticed Liu Erlong and Bing'er standing not far away. What puzzled him, however, was the presence of an old man beside them.
"???"
'Damn it! Unforgivable! If my uncle is intolerable, my aunt is even worse!'
Although he didn't understand why Erlong hadn't crushed this scum already, trying to pull rank meant nothing to him!
"Teacher Fu Ye, Big Brother and the teacher are like this—!!!"
"Out of the way!"
Without a second thought, Fu Ye kicked Tang San aside. Xiao Wu and the others also noticed the commotion nearby.
Sister Erlong was being harassed by an old man! Why hadn't he been killed yet?!
They needed to see what was happening!
As Yu Xiaogang, Tang Chuan, and Tang San fell unconscious one after another, three burly men saw that the coast was clear and simply carried them away while they were still out cold.
Where they were taken and what was in store for them—no one could say.
"Get lost! How many times must I say it? I, Liu Erlong, have nothing to do with your Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan!"
At that moment, Liu Erlong glared at the repulsive middle-aged man before her with utter contempt.
"Liu Erlong! How dare you—!"
Just as the middle-aged man tried to throw his weight around, Liu Erlong responded with a sharp, resounding slap across his face.
"SMACK!"
Her right hand still glowed with fiery red soul power—she had indeed channeled her soul energy into that strike!
His screams were piercing. It was at this moment that Fu Ye arrived with Wu Ling and the others, joining the commotion.
"Erlong, what's going on? What happened?"
As soon as he arrived, Fu Ye saw Liu Erlong using her soul power to strike the middle-aged man before her.
"Husband, you came just in time. This is the irresponsible father I told you about. He has the audacity to show up and demand I acknowledge my lineage."
Liu Erlong's teeth were gritted as she spoke; her disgust for Yu Luomian was palpable.
When he heard Liu Erlong call Fu Ye husband, the bastard Yu Luomian jumped up, his face swollen and scarlet from the slap, and glared furiously at Fu Ye.
"I advise you to stay away from my daughter immediately! Otherwise, I'll—"
But he had only gotten halfway through his threat when—
"BOOM!!!!"
The central street of Heaven Dou City suddenly began to tremble violently.
As the shaking subsided, Yu Luomian's head was stomped straight into the marble pavement by Fu Ye.
"Yu Luomian, age sixty. In his youth, he was dissolute and immoral, fathering too many illegitimate children. To cover up the truth and protect his reputation, he hired assassins to silence them permanently. Am I right?"
Even with multiple fractures in his facial bones, Yu Luomian remained conscious.
Hearing Fu Ye's words, his dark eyes widened in disbelief. How could anyone know about the assassinations? Only he and the now-dead killers knew!
"Erlong was originally on your hit list, but when you saw her martial soul was the top-tier Fire Dragon—a mutated form of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon—you held back."
Fu Ye paused briefly before continuing.
"But you are a member of the noble Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan. Even if you didn't touch Erlong directly, you couldn't allow someone with a non-clan martial soul to remain in the sect. So you drove her out and stood by as Erlong's mother died before your eyes."
A cold smile played on Fu Ye's lips.
"Isn't that right, Your Excellency Yu Luomian of the noble Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan?"
When Fu Ye first met Liu Erlong, he used his cheat device to investigate her background and relatives. He hadn't realized the extent until he pulled up Yu Luomian's dossier—over a dozen pages long, five of which were filled with lists of people he had killed.
Not all were his children, but Fu Ye estimated at least thirty percent were.
Yu Luomian was a complete beast—even more vile and disgusting than that waste, Yu Xiaogang.
"Who do you think you are?! How dare you slander my Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan! You will die today!"
Yu Luomian's eyes burned with malice. He was no saint to begin with. He had only sought out Liu Erlong after accidentally learning his daughter had become a Titled Douluo—hoping to reel her back in and claim her strength.
In the next instant, Yu Luomian mustered his terrifying power, intent on publicly silencing the man who knew his darkest secrets.
Fu Ye and Liu Erlong exchanged a glance. She understood clearly—this father of hers deserved no sympathy. There was no need for mercy.
As a massive, multicolored dragon fist phantom shot through Yu Luomian's figure, his body was sent flying backward.
The solid marble wall couldn't halt his momentum. As the stone shattered, he crashed directly onto the rockery where Yu Xiaogang had earlier been knocked out.
"BOOM!"
Fu Ye had used less than 25% of his strength, yet it was far beyond what Yu Luomian could withstand.
"Crick, crack."
His will was stubborn; he still hadn't lost consciousness.
With every slight movement, his body emitted awful cracking sounds. He stared with bitter resentment at Fu Ye, who was slowly approaching.
"Still not convinced? Quite tenacious, aren't you."
Seeing the hatred in his eyes, Fu Ye summoned a shimmering dragon claw phantom in his palm.
"BUZZ!"
A powerful suction force erupted from his hand, and Yu Luomian let out a blood-curdling scream.
"GYAAAAHH—!!"
But his cries did nothing to stop Fu Ye.
"Snap."
With a crisp sound, the soul power within Yu Luomian rapidly drained away like a deflated balloon, dissipating into the air.
"You are unworthy of being a father—unworthy of being human. From now on, live out the rest of your days in that broken body."
...
As evening approached, Fu Ye brought Wu Ling and the others to a place he hadn't visited in a long time—his old shop, Juxiang Pavilion.
After years of renovation and expansion, the restaurant had grown significantly larger.
Moreover, since it was merely a dining establishment and posed no threat to the royal family—coupled with the presence of Sword Douluo, a Level 98 Super Douluo—the Heaven Dou royal family had never moved against his humble restaurant.
"Hehe, Wu Ling still prefers this place over any other restaurant," Fu Ye remarked with a smile.
At that moment, Wu Ling hugged her good sister Zhuqing from behind, her two small white hands beginning to wander mischievously.
"Oh, Wu Ling, don't be naughty," Zhuqing chided gently, turning around to pinch Wu Ling's cheek. The two girls playfully tussled until the little witch Ning Rongrong declared she would join in the conflict as well.
"Xiao Li, as usual, take the ingredients to the kitchen and have them prepared however you like," Fu Ye instructed.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man broke into a knowing smile. "Understood, Boss. Which private room would you prefer?"
"Just find us a window seat on the second floor. There are only four of us today—no need to occupy a whole room."
Xiao Li's expression brightened immediately. "Boss, there's an excellent spot on the second floor. Right this way."
As he led Fu Ye and the others upstairs, Fu Ye couldn't help but reflect on how much had changed. The once-youthful Xiao Li was now a middle-aged man.
By normal reckoning, he was actually a year or two older than Xiao Li.
Thanks to a cheat that locked his age, Fu Ye had traversed over a decade without physically aging. His women, having already reached the level of Ultimate Douluo back then and bolstered by the immortal herbs he'd left them, showed no traces of time either.
As for godhood… why worry? Even the Dragon God's Ascending Dragon Pillar was stocked 99,999+ times in his system. Did they need the complete version of the God of Destruction's godhood? It was readily available.
The reason he'd sent Bibi Dong to the City of Slaughter to obtain her godhood was simply because she aspired to lead the harem and wished to ascend before her sisters.
Although the complete godhood didn't require a trial, absorbing it still took several months—even up to half a year.
They settled into a window seat on the second floor—a nostalgic spot. It was in this very corner that Ah Yin had once secretly downed several jars of soul wine before stumbling drowsily into his own bed. Gazing out at the peaceful scenery, everything felt tranquil and serene.
Wu Ling sat beside Fu Ye, while Ning Rongrong and Zhuqing took the seats across from them.
Watching them banter playfully, Fu Ye felt deeply content. This life was beautiful—far removed from the struggles of his previous existence. Now, transmigrated into this world, he had no regrets and nothing tying him to the past.
Just as he leaned back in the soft chair, pondering the relationship between man and nature, a lively voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Brother! Over here! There's still space!"
A spirited girl with long, fiery red hair hurried over to the adjacent table, followed by two young men—one in red, the other in blue.
The young man in red bore some resemblance to the girl and carried an air of righteousness.
The one in blue had half his face covered and possessed a pair of captivating peach-blossom eyes, reminiscent of the Lan Ling King from the legends of the phoenix.
"Waiter, we're ready to order!" the girl called out, picking up the menu and marking items with practiced ease—clearly a regular.
Soon, a lightly made-up waiter arrived and collected the marked menu.
After the girl finished ordering, the young man in blue spoke first. "Huo Wushuang, the interior here is quite nice! I wonder how the food tastes."
Hearing this, the youth called Huo Wushuang proudly raised his thumb. "It's amazing! My sister's been bringing me here to eat every day lately!" He puffed out his chest, looking immensely pleased with himself.
"Ah? You and Sister Huo Wu come here to eat, and she pays?" Lan Ling King retorted, a hint of disdain in his eyes.
"Hey! Feng Xiaotian, you looking for a fight?" Huo Wushuang shot back.
As the two began bickering, Huo Wu, seated beside them, silenced them with a single sentence. "Feng Xiaotian, I've told you before—I don't like you. After this meal, I hope you'll stop bothering me and my brother."
The atmosphere suddenly turned icy, as if a winter gust had swept through: Snowflakes drifting, the north wind blowing, a world vast and lonely…
"Sister Huo Wu, I just—" Feng Xiaotian began.
"Stop. Don't say another word. Neither my brother nor I are good at acting, and this is a restaurant. Your fighting will ruin other people's meals."
Huo Wu cut him off firmly, then shifted her gaze toward Fu Ye and his group by the window.
Just then, all four of them turned to stare at Huo Wushuang and Feng Xiaotian, whose hands were still tightly clasped together.
A few crows seemed to fly silently overhead.
An awkward silence fell over the scene.
Breaking the tension, Wu Ling—who was sitting comfortably in Fu Ye's lap—spoke up first. "Don't mind us. Please, continue with whatever you two were about to do."
Her words were blunt, yet oddly fitting. At that moment, Huo Wushuang and Feng Xiaotian looked perfectly in sync: fingers intertwined, hearts connected, full of unspoken affection~
"By the way, are you two going to kiss next? Like this," Wu Ling added, seemingly on a whim.
Without warning, she leaned in and kissed Fu Ye squarely on the lips.
"Mwah~"
After pulling away, she turned back to Huo Wushuang and Feng Xiaotian. "Why don't you two give it a try?"
The two young men stared at each other, utterly bewildered by Wu Ling's bizarre demonstration.
"Oh! Let me show you again. You have to kiss like this!" she insisted, before planting another kiss on Fu Ye's lips.
Huo Wushuang and Feng Xiaotian exchanged a confused glance.
Huo Wushuang: "They even demonstrated for us… Wouldn't it be rude not to kiss?"
Feng Xiaotian: "I suppose it's fine… Think of it as practice."
And then—in a moment of pure confusion—the two grown men actually leaned in and kissed each other!
The moment their lips met, their brains short-circuited. 'Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?'
In the midst of the chaos, Wu Ling quietly took out a recording crystal and slipped it to the stunned Huo Wu.
Even Huo Wu, an bystander, needed a few seconds to process what had just happened.
"What the—?!"
...
In an instant, Huo Wushuang and Feng Xiaotian both let out sharp, explosive cries.
Luckily, Huo Wu smacked them both on the head, silencing the two human-shaped sirens.
Their voices had been a mix of confusion, bewilderment, and sheer incredulity.
What's more, their interlocked fingers were stuck fast, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't pull them apart. Fu Ye and the three girls watched this comical scene, treating it as a bit of pre-dinner entertainment.
"Big sister, it would be a waste if these two big brothers didn't go perform in a circus. Their talent for acrobatics is undeniable."
Wu Ling's little mouth was as sweet as honey.
Even now, Huo Wu looked at her brother and that coward, Feng Xiaotian, with utter disappointment.
All they ever do is mess around and bring shame to Blazing Academy!
Now, look at Tianshui Academy—their girls are all so… 'Wait, that's not right!'
'Why do the three girls sitting behind me look so familiar? No! I need another look!'
As Huo Wu turned to look at them again, Fu Ye and the three girls were already looking right back at her.
The atmosphere grew awkward once more.
"You're from the Tianshui team, aren't you?" Huo Wu asked cautiously.
"Yes! Hello, I'm Wu Ling. It's nice to meet you, sister."
"Hello, I'm Zhu Zhuqing. Nice to meet you."
"Hehe, I'm Ning Rongrong. Very happy to meet you."
The three girls shook hands with Huo Wu, who then turned her gaze toward Fu Ye, sitting just within her line of sight.
"Handsome, which academy are you from? I'm Huo Wu, vice-captain of Blazing Academy. Nice to meet you. Where are you from?"
The moment Huo Wu laid eyes on Fu Ye, she couldn't look away. Her fiery red eyes were fixed on him, not wanting to lose sight of him for even a second.
Huo Wu was a straightforward, bold girl. Seeing Fu Ye sitting right behind her, she immediately reached out and grabbed his hand.
But upon seeing this, the three girls' eyes instantly filled with vigilance.
Wu Ling: 'Woman, you've crossed the line!'
Zhuqing: 'Even though we just met, Brother Fu Ye is ours!'
Ning Rongrong: 'Woman, take your hands off him!'
At that moment, however, Huo Wu paid no attention to the three girls' expressions. She simply stared at Fu Ye, utterly captivated.
"Hello, I'm the captain of the Tianshui team. My name is Fu Ye. Nice to meet you."
He knew Huo Wu might be enthusiastic, but this was a bit much—grabbing his right hand with both of hers. Wasn't this moving a little too fast?
"Sister, is Brother Fu Ye's hand warm?"
Just then, Wu Ling suddenly rushed to Huo Wu's side, leaning close to her ear to whisper a friendly reminder.
"Eek!"
Startled by Wu Ling's move, Huo Wu actually retracted both hands, freeing Fu Ye from the awkward situation.
"Hehe, sister, you're really cute."
After doing all this, Wu Ling calmly sat down in Fu Ye's lap as if nothing had happened.
Zhu Zhuqing: 'Hmm?'
Ning Rongrong: 'Something's up.'
Sitting in Fu Ye's arms, Wu Ling stuck out her tongue and made a funny face at Xiao Wu.
"Heh."
Seeing Wu Ling's playful little expression, how could Fu Ye not know who had taught her this?
"Alright, you little rascal, you've gotten bolder lately. You even dare to tease your teacher now. Don't do this in public next time."
Fu Ye affectionately booped her little nose and then set her down in her own seat.
"Hehe, Teacher, you're so mean."
Soon, the special dishes Fu Ye and his companions had ordered were served. Huo Wu, sitting at the next table, noticed these dishes weren't on the menu at all.
A hint of doubt flickered in her fiery red eyes.
"Um, Captain Fu… Fu Ye, it looks like your food isn't on the menu."
Hearing Huo Wu's puzzled tone, Fu Ye took the opportunity to explain.
"I asked the chefs to prepare these specially for me, so they're not on the regular menu."
Fu Ye smiled. It wasn't that he disliked the food here—it was just that all the ingredients he used were spirit treasures over a thousand years old, greatly beneficial for cultivation.
The dishes here were made from ingredients at most a hundred years old, which no longer met his current standards.
"Oh~ I see."
Huo Wu suddenly understood, but then Ning Rongrong chimed in to add more context for Fu Ye.
"Hehe, this Pavilion, and all its branches in the surrounding cities, actually belong to Brother Fu Ye. Generally speaking, the chefs here rarely process ingredients brought in by customers."
After hearing Ning Rongrong's words, not only Huo Wu, but also Huo Wushuang and Feng Xiaotian were utterly shocked.
After all, Gourmet Pavilion was hugely famous. There was one in Wind City, where Feng Xiaotian's clan was located, though he'd been too focused on training to ever visit.
There was also a branch in Blazing City, where Huo Wushuang and Huo Wu lived.
The siblings were regulars there. They had specifically come to the main store during a break in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament to try the food.
To their surprise, the taste wasn't much different from the branch in Blazing City—both were top-notch in flavor and quality.
What's more, with generous portions and reasonable prices, they had become loyal patrons of Gourmet Pavilion.
"Well, sorry for the surprise. I am indeed the owner of Juxiang Pavilion, but I've handed over daily operations to others. I live at Tianshui Academy now and don't lack funds, so I only come back here occasionally for a simple meal."
After Fu Ye's explanation, the astonishment in Huo Wu and Huo Wushuang's eyes hardly faded. Feng Xiaotian also looked at Fu Ye with disbelief.
After all, managing such a massive business empire—let alone establishing it across major cities around the Heaven Dou Imperial City—was no small feat.
Ning Fengzhi: 'Ah, yes, yes, yes. If it weren't for him, Juxiang Pavilion would've gone under long ago. What's that? Who am I? Remember this, child: you can call me an old fox, a profit-obsessed scoundrel, but never question my business sense!'
"Captain Fu Ye, I wonder what your current cultivation level is? You seem only about 22 or 23 years old. To be the captain of Tianshui team, your strength must be at least that of a high-level Soul Emperor."
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