The breeze was gentle, the sky clear, and the air fresh.
The beautiful referee Doudou turned down her work for the day and boldly approached the luxurious private room to ask Fu Ye out—right in front of all the girls from Tianshui Academy.
Shui Bing'er: "She just took Brother Fu Ye away right in front of us?"
Shui Yue'er: "I knew she wasn't a good person!"
Yu Hairou: "What do we do? Brother Fu Ye wouldn't actually fall for that vixen, would he?"
Shen Liuyu: "Woo-hoo… Brother Fu Ye has been stolen away…"
Wu Ling: "Teacher… Brother Fu Ye…"
Xiao Wu: "It's fine. I'll take care of you when the teacher and your master fight."
That's right—Doudou had asked Fu Ye to leave with her in front of all the Tianshui beauties, a scene Shui Bing'er and the others never saw coming.
Outside the Great Spirit Arena lies a food street.
"Thank you. If it weren't for you today, I might have…"
Doudou's face was flushed. After all, Fu Ye's godlike appearance was simply too stunning. She could also sense that his cultivation was incredibly powerful. All girls admire strong men, and Doudou was no exception.
"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Doudou, and I'm currently a referee at the Suotuo City Great Spirit Arena."
Watching Doudou's excited expression, Fu Ye found it quite amusing—it was like watching a little fangirl meeting her favorite idol.
"It's a lovely name. Hello, I'm Fu Ye. I'm currently the team instructor at Tianshui Academy."
Doudou was very beautiful with perfectly proportioned features. She could be considered the living signboard of the Suotuo City Spirit Arena.
After all, aside from that tsundere girl from Spirit Hall who never shows her face, the only beauty with white wings was Doudou, the little white dove.
"Hehe, so you're the team leader! My spirit is a White Dove. I'm eighteen this year and a Level 31 Agility-Type Attack Spirit Master. What about you? I can tell you're really strong."
Doudou looked at Fu Ye with curiosity. He was, without a doubt, the most perfect person she had ever met—handsome, gentle, and incredibly powerful.
As the gold-medal host of the Spirit Arena, Doudou had exceedingly high standards.
"Hm? Not bad. My spirit is a Seven-Colored Dragon. My strength is roughly at the Titled Douluo level."
Hearing this, Doudou covered her mouth and giggled. Fu Ye was puzzled by her reaction—after all, in his view, the rank of Titled Douluo was nothing to scoff at.
"Hehe, stop teasing me. You know, those who become Titled Douluo are all old men. How could someone as young as you be a Titled Douluo?"
'Tch. This girl… sharp, but not sharp enough.'
"Alright, I'll go along with you. What level do you think I am?"
Fu Ye was intrigued. He was curious to know what rank Doudou believed him to be.
"Lululu~ I think you must be a Soul Emperor. Or at the very least, a Soul King!"
A gleam of intelligence shone in Doudou's eyes. But what could Fu Ye say? He'd already lowballed himself, and still she didn't believe him.
"Alright then, as you say—I'm a Soul Emperor."
Fu Ye smiled wryly. Nowadays, no one believed him when he said he was a Titled Douluo. If he said he was a Quasi-God, wouldn't that be even harder to believe?
"Hehe, I knew it!"
Doudou broke into a bright smile, as if everything was going exactly according to plan.
Meanwhile, several figures dressed in black—wearing hooded masks and wide-brimmed hats—were watching Fu Ye and Doudou intently from the shadows.
"Sister, is this really okay?"
"Of course! We're protecting Brother Fu Ye!"
"But…"
"No buts! We—"
Before long, the dishes Doudou had ordered arrived. After all, she was the one who invited Fu Ye out today—a gesture of thanks for his help during the match.
"The seared tuna here is delicious, and the spicy chicken is their signature dish too."
Doudou now held seared tuna in her left hand and a spicy chicken drumstick in her right. As she ate, her earlier professional demeanor melted away entirely.
Naturally, Fu Ye wasn't one to stand on ceremony either. Since he was out to eat, he intended to eat his fill. Doudou had ordered over a dozen dishes, all signature items from the restaurant.
As the two ate and chatted, the restaurant's proprietress—a simple, kind-eyed woman—watched Doudou and Fu Ye with a knowing, almost auntie-like smile.
"Doudou, I haven't seen you in days, and now you're here with your boyfriend eating at Auntie Qin's place?"
A middle-aged woman approached them. Doudou's cheeks flushed slightly at her words.
"Auntie Qin, no—he helped me, so I'm treating him to a meal."
Doudou's gaze toward Fu Ye held a hint of shy evasion. But how could Auntie Qin, who'd known her for so long, not see through the young girl's feelings?
'Just because someone helped you, you take them out for a meal? And order so many dishes?'
"Young man, Doudou is a good girl. Don't let her sincerity go to waste."
The middle-aged woman emphasized the word sincerity, her eyes full of warmth as she looked at Doudou.
"Auntie Qin~"
Doudou glared at the woman, her face reddening even more. But Auntie Qin paid no mind and continued telling Fu Ye story after story from Doudou's past. Fu Ye found himself gradually drawn in by her tales.
"Oh, you mean Doudou used to like…"
"Yes, yes! And there's also this one time—let me tell you…"
"So that's what happened. I'll have to go see her sometime."
Doudou could only listen helplessly as Auntie Qin—who'd watched her grow up—revealed one childhood story after another to Fu Ye.
Her face grew redder with each embarrassing memory: from the time her parents were still alive and she stayed over at Auntie Qin's when they went hunting in the forest, to every little awkward moment in between.
To make matters worse, Fu Ye kept engaging with Auntie Qin between bites, occasionally glancing at Doudou with a playful smile in his golden eyes.
By the time the meal was over, Fu Ye had learned almost everything—down to the pink bear-patterned underwear she wore as a child.
"Young man, I heard you're a teacher at the academy."
"Let me tell you—even though Doudou works at a place like the Great Spirit Arena where all sorts of people gather, this is her first time having a boyfriend. I hope you treat her well. If it weren't for making a living, she wouldn't work in a place like that."
Fu Ye simply nodded with a gentle smile.
'Of course—a good girl? One glance with the system was all it took. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come.'
Although he was a bit of a playboy, his standards for his harem were exceedingly high. His dowry, after all, was more than generous—complete sets of immortal herbs, spirit bones, spirit rings, and even god positions.
Doudou was plenty beautiful and pure-hearted. That was reason enough to agree to go out and deepen his connection with her.
"Don't worry, Auntie Qin. I'll use my connections to find Doudou a new job—maybe as a host in Spirit City."
But just as Fu Ye and Auntie Qin were deep in conversation, an arrogant voice rang out from not far away:
"Where's the boss?! Why isn't there even a waiter?! I want to eat! Hey, fatso—bring me all your signature dishes, now!"
...
A loud boom echoed through the sky as Team Shrek made a flamboyant entrance. Known for their mischief, the two troublemakers of Shrek had arrived.
A fat man covered in terrible skin ulcers, dressed in fiery red robes, swaggered in. He looked completely at ease, but the nearby diners were soon covered in a cloud of dust.
"You little brat! This is a restaurant, not your home! Do you even know what it means to respect others?"
The diner had a short temper—after all, most people eating here were fighters from the Great Spirit Arena. They fought all day to make a living, and night was their only time to rest. Now, this hideous fat man had ruined their peace.
"Hah, you think you're worthy of my respect?"
Ma Hongjun's fierce face was filled with arrogance, but Flender witnessed the scene and did nothing.
After all, Shrek's motto was, "Those who don't dare to cause trouble are mediocrities." Besides, in his perception, the other party was merely a mere Soul Grandmaster.
"Oh my god! Isn't that Doudou? The host who's commentating our match today! She's here too!"
At Oscar's exclamation, everyone from Shrek Academy turned to look at Doudou. Under the gaze of such a bizarre-looking group, Doudou began to feel nervous.
But just then, Fu Ye gently held her cold, small hand.
"Don't worry. They're just a bunch of fools who never learn."
Feeling the warmth from Fu Ye's palm, Doudou gradually calmed down. Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun had long lost interest in women, so they only gave a quick glance upon hearing about a beauty.
But Oscar—he scrambled behind Fu Ye without a care for his own safety.
"My name is Oscar, and I am a—"
Before he could even finish, Fu Ye turned and looked at him—a boy with little masculinity, lost in his own fantasies.
"F-Fu Ye! No—no, no, no! Your Majesty! Your Majesty Fu Ye!"
Though Oscar usually acted foolish, his mind was sharp in critical moments. The moment he recognized Fu Ye's face, he stumbled three steps back and bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle.
"Fu Ye!"
When Flender heard Oscar say that name, his expression instantly tightened. But once he clearly saw that it was indeed Fu Ye, he rushed to Oscar's side and also bowed deeply.
"Your Majesty Fu Ye!"
Flender had truly been scared straight by Fu Ye's previous beating. Surviving with all his bones broken was only because he had endured it—otherwise, he would've died long ago.
"Well, Flender, it seems you're still teaching your students the same old nonsense? Those who don't dare to cause trouble are mediocrities? Hah."
Fu Ye's words were overheard by the other diners.
'Those who don't dare to cause trouble are mediocrities?'
Wasn't this just encouraging students to bully others? If they really provoked a true expert, they'd surely die a miserable death!
But hearing Fu Ye's tone and the attitude of the Shrek team's leader, the diners began to understand—this group of so-called mediocrities had offended this very lord!
"If you can teach, teach properly. If you can't, just disband them. Look at your students—what are they good for besides bullying the weak and fearing the strong?"
At this moment, Flender didn't even dare to breathe. He nodded frantically, like a chicken pecking at rice.
"You are absolutely right, Your Majesty. I will reflect on this."
"Some people can't be taught by words—only by experience. Now get out. I have plans today and don't wish to see you."
Hearing this, Flender nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, yes! We'll leave right away! Right away!"
With that, Flender and his team hurried away. Before leaving, Tang Chuan—the God King's reincarnation—shot Fu Ye a venomous glare.
But Fu Ye only smiled faintly. He wouldn't flinch even if the other was the God King himself—let alone a mere reincarnation.
After Shrek left, the remaining diners gazed at Fu Ye with curiosity. Only now did they recall how the middle-aged man had addressed him.
"Your Majesty… That man just called you Your Majesty. Could it be that you're really…?"
Doudou's eyes widened in shock. She knew Flender was the leader of Shrek, a powerful Soul Saint. Due to their losses, the Great Spirit Arena's savings had been plundered, and Shrek still owed them money.
"Tsk, didn't you say earlier that I was a Soul Emperor? Why are you calling me a powerful Titled Douluo now?"
Ignoring Doudou's stunned expression, Fu Ye lightly teased her about her earlier words.
"But… I never expected you to be a Titled Douluo…"
Doudou was panicking now. She had only asked Fu Ye out hoping to get closer to the handsome guy, never imagining he was actually a Titled Douluo—a figure addressed as Your Majesty.
"Xiao Ye—no, Your Majesty… you…"
Even Auntie Qin couldn't stay seated after learning Fu Ye was a Titled Douluo. After all, a Titled Douluo was someone even the Spirit Hall would go to great lengths to win over!
"It's alright. Even if I am a Titled Douluo, I still live an ordinary life. Right now, I'm just chatting with you, Auntie Qin, and having a meal with little sister Doudou."
But Doudou was still hung up on one thing: if Fu Ye was a Titled Douluo, how old was he really?
All the Titled Douluos she knew were old men over a hundred years old. Someone as young-looking as Fu Ye… it didn't seem possible.
"What's on your mind, little girl? You were chatting so freely earlier—why so quiet now?"
Fu Ye gently pinched Doudou's nose and cheeks. Her face flushed red; she stayed silent, lost in her thoughts.
'Oh my god, this is the first time I've asked out a guy I like… and it turns out he's a Titled Douluo! God, please just end me now. How could someone like me, Doudou, ever have a sweet romance with a soul master of Titled Douluo level?'
She had originally thought it would be amazing to find a gentle, handsome Soul King or Soul Emperor as a boyfriend. But now… the guy she was on a date with was a Titled Douluo!
'Hiss…'
It's over. There's no hope at all. Soul Kings and Soul Emperors might still be within reach, but a Titled Douluo? How could he ever be interested in a mere low level soul master like me?
Unless he's blind.
Fu Ye: Well, I'm blind then.
...
'No birds have flown away from the thousands of mountains.'
'I forget what the original line was, but I know it carried a deeply meaningful sentiment.'
After learning that Fu Ye was a Titled Douluo, Doudou gave up any thought of becoming his girlfriend. The gap in their status made such a relationship impossible.
Half an hour later…
"Brother Fu Ye… Doudou is unhappy."
Doudou lay slumped over the dining table, her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness.
That's right—the little girl was drunk.
Seeing her in such a state, Fu Ye could only sigh helplessly. He could easily guess what was going through her mind.
Under the influence of alcohol, she ended up confiding in him many little secrets—things even Auntie Qin had never been told. Yet, Fu Ye could clearly sense that she was intentionally distancing herself from him.
It was as though she had already decided that the two of them were like parallel lines, destined never to meet.
In his eyes, Doudou was a rational girl. She knew what she wanted and worked hard for it, but she also understood what was within reach and what was not.
The gap between a Titled Douluo and a Soul Master was simply too vast—too wide for her to cross, too immense to even dare fantasize about.
"Ah, Doudou is such a pitiful girl. If there's nothing else, you may go. She'll be safe here with me."
Auntie Qin noticed Doudou was drunk and came over from the bar.
But Fu Ye shook his head.
"From now on, this girl will follow me. I won't treat her poorly."
Under Auntie Qin's disbelieving gaze, Fu Ye stood and walked over to Doudou, whose face was still flushed from drinking.
"Your Majesty—"
"It's alright. She's beautiful, rational, and decisive. Isn't that enough?"
Fu Ye gently lifted her into his arms. It seemed like this was Doudou's first time drinking—aside from seasoned drinkers, only a novice like her would down entire cups of strong liquor in one go.
"There are twenty million gold soul coins on this card. Auntie Qin, you won't have to run this shop anymore. When time allows, I'll bring Doudou to visit you."
Fu Ye placed the card on the table and then vanished into the night, leaving Auntie Qin staring in astonishment.
"Doudou, you silly girl… after all your hardships, you've finally found your fortune."
Tears welled in Auntie Qin's eyes. It hadn't been easy for a girl from an ordinary background to become a Gold Medal referee in the Great Spirit Arena through her own efforts.
Meanwhile, the members of the Tianshui team hiding in the shadows…
"Miss Doudou's background is quite pitiful."
"True, but that's no excuse for her to steal our Brother Fu Ye."
"Should we wait one more night?"
"Let's make it tomorrow night, then."
"No—I'm the big sister. Yue'er and I will go first tomorrow. The rest of you line up behind me." Shui Bing'er asserted her authority.
"Big sister, you're bullying me…" Yu Hairou feigned weakness.
"Wow, so it's only me, Xue Wu, and Hairou who suffer…" Shen Liuyu put on a green-tea expression.
"Well, I just… ahem, and the day before yesterday, I…" Xue Wu looked rather proud.
"What did you say???" They exclaimed in unison.
[Author's Note: Don't find this unreasonable—their fondness for the protagonist has long been at 100%. It's just that the final layer of window paper hasn't been pierced, and nothing concrete has happened yet.]
…
Suotuo City, Rose Hotel.
It was still the place where the dream began.
The décor was as luxurious as ever, and the staff remained unchanged.
"The best room. Money is no object—understand?"
"Understood!"
Late that night, in the super suite on the top floor of the Rose Hotel, beside the moonlit window:
It was a night of the full moon, and the top floor was bathed in silvery moonlight.
After freshening up and helping the little drunkard Doudou do the same, Fu Ye relaxed comfortably onto the soft silver-bed.
A time barrier was cast. From inside, one could see the clouds outside moving slowly.
Fu Ye wasn't the type to take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state—well, except for Ah wu.
For a rational girl like Doudou, who was bold in love and hate, he didn't want her to develop deep feelings for him without understanding why. At the very least, he would wait until she was sober.
Of course, Fu Ye knew where to draw the line—but he would hold when holding was called for, and touch when appropriate. Not seizing such an opportunity would make him a fool.
After Fu Ye's makeover, Doudou—who originally had a girl-next-door charm—was now dressed in pure white stockings and a white-and-gold skirt, with a few golden hearts drawn near the corners of her eyes.
Lying in the moonlight, she resembled an angel descended from the moon.
In any case, Fu Ye had plenty of time. He slowly drifted asleep, holding the sweet-scented beauty in his arms.
How long had it been? Eight hours? Ten?
Doudou's beautiful eyes fluttered open slightly.
She stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, feeling that something was amiss.
She tried to move but realized someone was holding her!
The discovery jolted her fully awake. She remembered passing out drunk at Auntie Qin's tavern!
But how did she get here?! And who was holding her—?
Doudou turned to look and her mind went blank.
Huh?? It was Fu Ye?!
Fu Ye also woke from Doudou's slight stirring. His deep golden eyes gazed at her struggling form.
"Awake, Doudou?"
He smiled at her drowsy expression. Doudou's face shifted through a range of emotions upon realizing he was awake too.
"Fu Ye—no, Your Majesty! I-I really don't remember anything!"
She was on the verge of tears. She was just a soul master who had woken up in bed with a Titled Douluo after getting drunk. Wasn't this the kind of plot only found in stories?
"Oh? You take advantage of me and now you deny it?"
Amused by her flustered state, Fu Ye decided to tease her.
"No, Your Majesty! I truly can't remember—I was really drunk!"
Doudou was panicked. If someone told her she could fly, she might believe it—but that she had slept with a Titled Douluo? She wouldn't believe that even if beaten to death.
"I really am— Mmph—!"
Before she could finish, Fu Ye decided to offer some… physical therapy.
Warm, fiery tongues danced within, and Doudou's panicked eyes glazed over in confusion.
She never expected this handsome lord to kiss her.
There's an old saying: 'If you don't resist, you consent.'
And since a good beginning had been made, what followed came naturally. And so, under the scattered moonlight, a touch of bright crimson quietly bloomed.
...
Happiness knows no bounds—it can make an entire day fly by in an instant.
Under Fu Ye's diligent tutoring, Doudou, the gold medal referee, finally mastered another foreign language.
Of course, everything is difficult at the beginning. After all, it was all new to her, and Doudou wasn't the quickest to adapt.
But who is Fu Ye? How could he just stand by and watch his Doudou struggle when he has cheats at his disposal?
Side-effect-free technology and dedicated effort were arranged without hesitation.
Early in the morning, Fu lay contentedly on the large bed, holding a limp and drowsy Doudou in his arms.
Feeling the warmth and softness against him, Fu Ye couldn't help but sigh in satisfaction.
Compared to Zhuqing and Xiao Wu, Doudou gave off the sweet, relatable vibe of the girl next door—a feeling he found utterly delightful.
The night before, Doudou had chatted happily with Fu Ye about many things. Fu Ye, ever the playboy, honestly told her that he had several women.
But with the system on his side, there would be no Shura field. Although he might be a little shameless, he was far from incompetent.
In the future, he would help all his women attain godhood, granting them—and himself—eternal life.
The Continental Advanced Soul Master Grand Competition was coming up soon, so he also planned to have the girls absorb immortal herbs and some powerful spirit bones.
"Mmm..."
Just as Fu Ye was lost in thought about the future, the little glutton Doudou began to stir.
"Ouch... it hurts..."
She let out a soft groan of pain but quickly realized where she was.
"My little white dove... did you enjoy yourself last night?"
Fu Ye held her gently, nuzzling her snow-white neck greedily with each breath.
But soon, Fu Ye's body reacted almost instinctively.
"Smack."
"No... no way!"
'Ahem.'
It was definitely an accident—Fu Ye totally hadn't planned that.
"Hehe, accident, I swear!"
At that moment, Doudou was held tightly in Fu Ye's arms, unable to move. Fu Ye wore a slightly apologetic expression.
"You're bullying me!"
Doudou's face flushed red. This guy was too much—and this wasn't anything like what her sisters had told her!
She could barely even get out of bed now.
"Hey, you're my little woman now. What's wrong with me bullying you a little?"
In response to Doudou's protest, Fu Ye claimed the moral high ground without hesitation.
"Hmph! Who's your little woman? I am not!"
"Oh? Except for the very beginning when I made the first move, everything after was all your idea, you little rascal."
After a long while, Fu Ye finally carried Doudou out. As for her job at the Suotuo City Great Spirit Arena? She could just quit.
Fu Ye decided to let her stay at the academy for now and send her to Bibi Dong just before the Continental Advanced Soul Master Competition began.
"Do you like being a referee?"
Fu Ye held Doudou as they walked slowly.
"Mhm, I love watching soul masters battle. I like analyzing their combat awareness too. Being a referee isn't just a job—it's my passion."
When Fu Ye brought up her career, Doudou immediately began chatting happily about her past experiences.
Before they knew it, they had arrived at the hotel where the Tianshui team was staying.
The team members were already up early. When they saw Fu Ye—this absolute playboy—holding a new beauty they'd just met, they couldn't help feeling a little jealous.
"Brother Fu Ye, you're so mean! We were here first!"
"Yeah, I think Brother Fu Ye needs to be punished!"
A few of the girls chattered among themselves, already scheming right in front of Fu Ye.
Doudou heard every word. She remembered these girls—yesterday, their terrifying Ice and Snow Storm had been something she couldn't have resisted even at full strength.
As Fu Ye entered, the group of girls gradually dispersed. They exchanged glances, and at that moment, Shui Bing'er gave Xiao Wu a meaningful look. Mischief sparkled in Xiao Wu's eyes.
"Brother Fu Ye, is this the new sister? She's so cute~"
Xiao Wu glided over almost instantly and planted a kiss on Fu Ye's cheek without hesitation.
"Here, let me hold her for you. It's a great chance for us to get to know our new little sister."
In a few smooth moves, Xiao Wu took Doudou from Fu Ye's arms.
Doudou was still dazed. By the time she gathered her senses, she was already in another beautiful girl's embrace.
Doudou: Huh???
"Brother Fu Ye, we've already called the carriages. I'll take our new sister to meet the others."
They had rented three carriages in total:
One for Xiao Wu, Doudou, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Wu Ling, and Zhu Zhuyun;
One for Shen Liuyu, Yu Hairou, Xue Wu, Dugu Yan, and Meng Yiran;
And one for Fu Ye, Shui Bing'er, and Shui Yue'er.
Fu Ye was utterly confused. What in the world were these two girls up to?!
They were both wearing white stockings and ice-blue short skirts. Their white leather boots had been casually kicked aside, and they sat with their legs tilted in an alluring pose.
"Brother Fu Ye," Shui Bing'er began, her ice-blue eyes glinting with a hint of jealousy, "I had something wonderful planned with you last night, but a certain little songbird ruined it. So... how are you going to make it up to me?"
Her delicate white hands slowly crept up Fu Ye's chest.
"Brother Fu Ye," Shui Yue'er cut in, smoothly taking Bing'er's original spot and nudging her aside, "I was the first to confess to you. She's the one who came later."
Shui Bing'er: ????
"I'm your elder sister, Yue'er! You should listen to me!"
Seeing her good sister "slandering" her like this, Shui Bing'er immediately pulled rank.
"Pfft—I'm your younger sister! You're supposed to give in to me!"
Shui Yue'er refused to back down.
Fu Ye, who had been lying back in the carriage, finally spoke up:
"Maybe I should just—"
But before he could finish, Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er both stood up and pressed their silk-stockinged feet against his mouth.
Shui Bing'er: "This is a matter between us girls."
Shui Yue'er: "Brother Fu Ye, just wait quietly for the result."
Shui Bing'er & Shui Yue'er in unison: "I'll go first!"
Two and a half minutes later:
Spatial barrier—lifted.
Time barrier—lifted.
Privacy barrier—lifted.
("▔□▔) (10,000 words omitted here)
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