"Haha, aren't these old friends? I never expected we'd meet again after two years."
As Zhao Wuji turned to ashes and vanished between heaven and earth, Flender, the honorary dean of Shrek Academy, finally arrived—only to encounter someone he had hoped never to see again in his life.
Upon hearing Fu Ye's words, Flender's pupils contracted sharply. Then, under the shocked gazes of the Shrek students…
"Your Majesty, please forgive these ignorant students of mine. They've offended you unwittingly. I beg for your mercy—I'll take them away at once."
Flender was genuinely terrified now. Judging by his disciple Ma Hongjun's temperament, he knew exactly what the other party was capable of—especially with such a beautiful girl in Fu Ye's arms.
"Haha, that won't do. Not only did your precious disciple threaten to beat me, but he also wanted to snatch the girl from my arms."
As for Flender's teaching standards? Fu Ye could only scoff. How could a mere Soul Sage raise such a pack of troublemaking brats? Was he truly so incompetent?
"Your Majesty, but you've already killed my brother—"
Before he could finish, a flash of sword light severed his arm effortlessly.
"Pfft!"
Blood gushed from the wound, yet Flender, ever the Soul Sage, stifled any scream. He merely knelt, clutching his severed arm, enduring the pain in silence.
"Your brother? Anyone who dares show murderous intent toward me ends up dead."
Fu Ye's cold gaze bore into Flender. At least the man was sensible enough not to retaliate over Zhao Wuji's death or his own maiming.
Seeing Flender standing there, mute and bleeding, Fu Ye lost interest in further conversation.
"As dean, you indulge your students' misdeeds. Truly, you haven't changed in two years."
"Shh!"
Another sword flash—Ma Hongjun's charred right arm was torn clean off. Blood poured from his shoulder, his face paling rapidly.
"Hongjun!"
Regret gnawed at Flender. Had he reined in his disciple's brothel visits, they wouldn't have crossed paths with Fu Ye, this god of calamity, today!
'I should've disciplined him better!'
But Ma Hongjun was already burned to death.
Tang San stared at Fu Ye in horror.
'Your Majesty?'
Flender had addressed him as Your Majesty! Was Fu Ye actually a Titled Douluo?
'Impossible! How could someone so young hold such a title?'
"Your Majesty, please—"
"Get out."
Fu Ye had no patience for Flender. Only his past mercy had spared the man's life once.
This time, considering Flender's sincerity, he'd settle for an arm each—his and his disciple's.
As for that trash Ma Hongjun? His roasting skills were worse than a suckling pig's. At least a pig's skin crisped nicely—this fool was charred through. If not for his soul power and fire resistance, he'd have been ash already.
Of course, Fu Ye had held back. Otherwise, Ma Hongjun would've shared Zhao Wuji's fate—vanished in an instant.
"Brother Fu Ye, they…"
Blushing, Zhu Zhuqing let Fu Ye pull her close. She didn't resist. Some things were inevitable, and now—free from family burdens, survival struggles, or cultivation woes—she could embrace this peace.
A life of comfort and joy, unattainable for most.
"Had enough to eat? If so, let's retire upstairs."
Tang San and the others had long fled. Fu Ye hadn't come to crush them today—but if they sought death, he'd gladly send them to their next life first.
"Mm… I'm full, Brother Fu Ye."
Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks burned crimson as she nervously shut her eyes.
[Zhu Zhuqing's current favorability: 98%]
Under the stunned, envious stares of the remaining diners, Fu Ye swept Zhu Zhuqing into his arms and carried her upstairs.
Face buried in his chest, her heated skin glowed faintly with a misty sheen.
…
Fu Ye's suite occupied the restaurant's fourth floor—the pinnacle of its luxury. Though the establishment was modest, the top-floor rooms rivaled even the Rose Hotel in opulence.
Stepping inside, one was greeted by a grand goose-yellow bed, flanked by two smaller chambers stocked with daily necessities.
After freshening up, Fu Ye lounged on the bed in loose, gold-trimmed sleepwear. Meanwhile, Zhu Zhuqing—flushed and fidgeting—slipped into the bathroom.
"Crash."
A soft sound from the bathroom.
"Click."
The door opened, and a bewitching figure emerged, wreathed in steam.
Black cat ears. Black cat tail. Purple gauze. Lace suspenders.
Fu Ye: (☆_☆)
Zhu Zhuqing had activated her Spirit Avatar!
Beast Spirit possession amplified physical traits—and with her Hell Spirit Cat, that meant ears and a tail.
"Brother Fu Ye… do I look beautiful?"
[Zhu Zhuqing's current favorability: 99%]
Fu Ye's restraint shattered. He'd planned to wait two years—to let the kitten ripen fully—but now? A hint of tartness might be even sweeter.
Let's be clear, Fu Ye was a connoisseur of beauty, and this? This struck his weakness dead-on.
With feline grace, Zhu Zhuqing prowled to the bed. The milky freshness of her bath-warmed skin flooded Fu Ye's senses as she perched beside him.
"Zhuqing… are you certain? Once we cross this line, there's no turning back."
His voice was firm, but his actions spoke louder—pinning her against the wall with dominating pressure.
Next door, Dai Mubai jolted at the noise. But at the name Zhuqing, his pupils shrank.
Heart pounding, he pressed his ear to the wall.
'This… can't be real.'
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