The two girls, Shui Yue'er and Shui Bing'er, were taken back by Fu Ye. Due to their earlier quarrels and scuffles, they could barely even sit up.
Luckily, their disheveled state went unnoticed by Yu Hairou and the others. As the captain of the Tianshui team, Yu Hairou deserved a certain degree of respect, so the others tactfully pretended not to see.
Late at night, the three injured parties—Doudou, Shui Bing'er, and Shui Yue'er—were settled in the same room to rest.
The bright moonlight streamed into the bedroom. Shui Bing'er's beautiful eyes fluttered slightly, while Shui Yue'er slowly opened her ice-blue eyes, a faint trace of pain on her face.
Their stirrings woke Doudou, who was sandwiched between them. Unlike the two sisters, she had already regained some strength and was gradually adjusting to her current condition.
Shui Bing'er whispered, "Yue'er..."
Shui Yue'er responded, "Sister..."
"This isn't right... It's totally different from what we read in the books."
"Although it hurts, Brother Fu Ye was very gentle with me."
Shui Yue'er blushed and hid her flushed cheeks under the blanket. They had read that a girl's first time would be somewhat painful, but they never expected it to be this intense.
"Wait, you two also...?"
Just as Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er were speaking, Doudou, who was lying between them, joined the conversation.
"Huh? You're the pretty sister with white wings from the Great Spirit Arena! Ugh, how annoying! We were clearly the first ones here!"
Shui Yue'er was sulking. She had been the first to confess, yet she wasn't the first in this regard!
Anyone familiar with life in a girls' dormitory knows that it can be far more complicated than a boys' dormitory. So...
One minute later.
Shui Bing'er: "Sister, your skin is so fair and smooth—can I touch it again?"
φ(゜▽゜*)♪
Shui Yue'er: "Mhm, sister smells so good, like milk."
(´▽｀)
Doudou: "No, you really can't touch there anymore!"
Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
…
On the other side, in the bathroom of Fu Ye's room, the little cat Zhu Zhuqing was applying perfume in the bathtub.
"So? Sister Bing'er and Sister Yue'er..."
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes sparkled with curiosity. After all, she herself had been bedridden for two days after her first time—likely the same for the sisters.
"Well, just as you thought. They've joined our little alliance."
Fu Ye would never relinquish his position as head of the household. Of course, he felt that the incident involving white silk stockings and feet stepping on his face could happen more often.
It was quite thrilling.
"Bother Fu Ye, you and sister haven't finished washing up yet?"
At that moment, Zhu Zhuyun pushed open the bathroom door with cat-like grace.
The breathtaking scene was laid bare before Fu Ye.
"Yeah, I'll be done soon."
But before he could say more, Zhu Zhuyun closed the door behind her and clung to Fu Ye like an octopus.
Her soft pink lips pressed against the back of his ear.
"Let's take a bath together today."
Mornings are pleasant, noons are fine, but late nights are truly irresistible.
Facing the morning sun, Fu Ye stretched lazily as a cool breeze swept by. Only the heavens knew how challenging it had been to deal with that seductress Zhu Zhuyun last night.
They say women become as fierce as wolves and tigers at a certain age, and Zhuyun was only about nineteen or twenty. Last night, even Fu Ye lost control—it took three consecutive 24-hour barriers before she was finally satisfied.
But Fu Ye was never one to back down in a battle of wits and courage with his women.
On the other hand, Zhu Zhuyun probably wouldn't be showing herself in front of the other girls for the next couple of days.
Since they had just finished a match, Fu Ye granted the girls a month-long vacation.
Not that a vacation meant much to them anyway.
Most of the Tianshui team members had been recruited by Han Ruyan from outside, so this was already their home.
Meng Yiran and Dugu Yan had just arrived and had no plans to return.
As for Xiao Wu, that carefree girl—she claimed she didn't even miss her mother, so long as she could stay with Fu Ye.
Let's just hope Ah Wu could resist the urge to spank her daughter after hearing that.
…
In the residential area of the Tianshui team—
Yes, the living quarters of the Tianshui team members were separate from those of ordinary Tianshui Academy students.
The only shared facilities were the central cafeteria and the simulated training ground.
But before Fu Ye could step out, he spotted a tall girl with black hair and golden eyes.
"Well, if it isn't my little husband? I'm already your little wife—how could you not come see me after all these days? I'm getting angry."
Hearing her teasing tone, Fu Ye's heart skipped a beat.
"Or does my husband think I'm not pretty enough to satisfy him?"
She slowly approached Fu Ye, lifted his chin with her fingertip, her eyes full of mischief.
"Yanzi, I—"
"Shh~ It's too late for explanations now. Just come to my room quietly—don't worry about the rest."
Before he knew it, another year had passed. During that time, Fu Ye spent every night in… dire straits.
There was no helping it—he had to fill the hole he dug himself.
Still, his harem was truly beginning to take shape:
Ah Wu, Ah Yin, Yue Hua, Xiao Wu, Er Long, Ruyan, Zhu Qing, Zhuyun, Yanzi (Dugu Yan), Xue Wu, Bing'er, Yue'er, Hairou, Liu Yu, Doudou…
Well. That was perhaps a few too many.
As for Ning Rongrong, Meng Yiran, and Wu Ling—the three girls who hadn't yet officially joined—they had recently been whispering often in the corner. Fu Ye didn't pry into their privacy, of course.
There were only about six months left until the Continental Advanced Soul Master Grand Tournament. Fu Ye figured it was about time to give them the Immortal Herbs.
At three in the afternoon, Fu Ye gathered all the girls of the Tianshui team in the training room.
"Brother Fu Ye, what are we practicing today?"
Shui Yue'er's face was slightly flushed as she hurried over to Fu Ye and immediately claimed his left arm.
"None of your mischief today, Yue'er. I have something important to discuss this afternoon."
Hearing Fu Ye's serious tone, Shui Yue'er reluctantly let go of his arm and went to seek comfort from Shui Bing'er. Before leaving, she still made a funny face at him.
"Hehe, Brother Fu Ye, don't keep us in suspense. We're all here."
Snow Dance: ο(=ω＜=)ρ⌒☆
"Yeah! Brother Fu Ye, just tell us. We're all really curious!"
...
At that moment, Xue Ke was among the crowd. She, too, had received the summons and come along. Besides cultivation, she usually studied the various massage techniques Fu Ye had taught her—and by now, she had even developed some skills of her own.
Though it wasn't exactly a formal discipline.
"Alright, now that everyone's here, line up and come forward one by one."
o(￣▽￣)o
The other girls: ????
Especially Shui Yue'er and Xue Wu—their cheeks flushed bright red as they exchanged bewildered glances.
"The Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament is only six months away. I've prepared some immortal herbs for everyone that can enhance the quality of your martial souls and unlock your latent potential."
As he spoke, Fu Ye retrieved the pre-prepared immortal herbs from his system space.
"Wow! What an amazing fragrance!"
Shui Bing'er's ice-blue eyes sparkled like little stars.
"Here, Bing'er. This is your immortal herb—the Star Anise Mysterious Ice Grass. It can further purify the ice attribute within your body."
"This is for Yue'er. You and your sister both get the Star Anise Mysterious Ice Grass."
"Zhuqing and Zhuyun, these are yours—two Night Star Divine Grasses. They possess darkness and wind attributes, making them perfect for you."
"Rongrong, this is yours—the Beautiful Silk Tulip. You'll understand its effects once you take it."
With Fu Ye handing the final immortal herb to Ning Rongrong, the distribution finally concluded.
Most of the girls now held their immortal herbs, examining them curiously. Only Dugu Yan sat quietly to the side—she had already taken such herbs before, and consuming another would only harm her body.
"Brother Fu Ye, why didn't you give Sister Yanzi a immortal herb?"
Noticing Dugu Yan lounging casually on the sofa, Ning Rongrong voiced her confusion.
"It's alright, Sister Rongrong. I took my immortal herb when I was six. Otherwise, how do you think I reached Soul Emperor rank 65 at such a young age?"
Dugu Yan rose and pinched Ning Rongrong's soft cheek, thinking how adorable this little girl was. She made a mental note to invite her into their circle someday—they could become good sisters.
"Yanzi already took an immortal herb at age six. You should focus on absorbing yours first. The benefits will be significant—it can compensate for flaws in your martial soul and guide its evolution in a positive direction."
Fu Ye had already explained how to consume the herbs. He was confident their soul power and martial souls would improve dramatically after today.
"Brother, are we absorbing the herbs here right now?"
"Yes, you won't be disturbed here. Those who finish early can begin cultivating while waiting for the others."
Immortal herbs were treasures—after absorption, one's martial soul and cultivation speed would increase greatly.
"Understood!"
Soon, they swallowed the herbs and entered meditative states. Meanwhile, Xue Ke and Dou Dou stared blankly at the herbs in their hands.
They could hardly believe they were included in such a blessing.
But determination quickly filled their eyes. Their talents were lacking, and this was a rare chance to change that! At the very least, they could strengthen themselves so Fu Ye would feel more at ease during their nights together.
Just as all the girls sank deep into meditation, Dugu Yan suddenly began to act… rather unbelievably.
"Brother Fu Ye, look at these stinky sisters ignoring me… and I…"
"Squeak."
"Ahem, little goose, we're not alone here."
"Having talented people around makes it more fun."
Unconsciously, two hours passed. Dugu Yan now lay on the sofa with a dazed, intoxicated expression, while Fu Ye's eyes held a trace of lingering desire.
Although most present were his women, a few were not yet—Wu Ling, Ning Rongrong, and Meng Yiran were the three yet to be… developed. These three only knew about him and Xiao Wu; they remained completely unaware of their sisters'… activities.
After all, they were the only three assigned to a triple dormitory.
Though they often noticed young ladies skipping class for cultivation, they thought nothing of it.
"Brother Fu Ye! Yue'er's martial soul seems to have evolved into the same Ultimate Ice as her sister's!"
Little Shui Yue'er was the first to wake. Spotting Fu Ye on the sofa, she bounded over and leaped into his arms in a few steps.
"Well done, Yue'er. And you smell wonderful, too."
After absorbing the immortal herb, a refreshing fragrance emanated from her body, light and pleasant.
Shui Yue'er's body now felt cold—clearly, her martial soul had just evolved, and she couldn't yet fully control it.
Fu Ye placed a hand on her lower back, channeling gentle soul power into her.
Gradually, the chill around her dissipated. Although Shui Yue'er was entertaining some mischievous thoughts, she also realized she could now fully command her newly evolved martial soul.
"Thank you, Brother Fu Ye! Mwah!"
She planted a firm kiss on Fu Ye's lips. After her martial soul evolved, she could clearly feel soul power flowing into her body naturally, whereas before she had to consciously draw it in.
"Alright, your sisters are about to wake up. No more showing off."
Fu Ye pinched her smooth, tender cheek.
"Lululu~ Sister Yanzi is really something—sneaking so much all by herself without telling us."
Shui Yue'er glanced at Dugu Yan sitting nearby, a mischievous smile curling her lips.
But then she sat on Dugu Yan's lap and brought her lips close to the other's ear.
"Sister Yanzi, I'm Zhuyun—just teasing you, don't take it seriously~"
Fu Ye watched the little girl's antics with Dugu Yan… and then saw Shui Bing'er slip her cold little hand into the other's skirt.
Fifteen minutes later, aside from Ning Rongrong, Meng Yi Ran, and Wu Ling—who were still absorbing their herbs—the other girls had awakened one after another. By then, Dugu Yan had regained some strength and sat up.
But now it was Shui Yue'er who looked at Dugu Yan with an ingratiating smile.
"Sister Yanzi, I was wrong. Please forgive me~"
At that moment, Shui Yue'er was pressed over Dugu Yan's knees, pleading for mercy—and Dugu Yan was indeed showing some… mercy.
"You dare tease your Sister Yanzi? Today, I'll spank your little butt into eight pieces!"
"No! Sister Yanzi! Brother Fu Ye, Sister Yanzi is going to hit your wife! Say something!"
"It's no use. I was his wife before you two. He can't stop me from spanking you."
...
As time passed, the young women of Tianshui Academy had fully absorbed the spirit herbs. Their strength had improved by leaps and bounds; not one of them had a soul power below level 40, the Soul Elder realm.
Zhuqing and Zhuyun's martial souls evolved from Nether Spirit Cats to Dark Night Star Cats, granting them control over darkness, wind, and stellar energy.
Wu Ling's martial soul advanced from the Light and Dark Peacock to the Yin-Yang Chaos Peacock, commanding the powers of extreme yang and extreme yin.
The original five members of the Tianshui team also saw significant improvements in their martial souls, each gaining ice attributes elevated to the level of extreme ice.
Now, if Yue'er and Bing'er were to use their martial soul fusion skill, they could easily defeat even a Soul Emperor.
After consuming the Earth Dragon Golden Gourd, Meng Yiran's Snake Staff martial soul began evolving in the direction of a dragon.
It transformed into a spear, now known as the Golden Earth Dragon Spear. Like Dugu Yan, her martial soul could now be considered a super martial soul.
Dou Dou and Xue Ke saw the most remarkable progress. Doudou consumed the Moonchase Immortal Herb, recommended to Fu Ye by the system.
As expected, her White Dove martial soul underwent a radical transformation into the Four-Winged Moonchase Pigeon—a high-quality super martial soul that could rival a pseudo-god-level martial soul under moonlight.
Xue Ke ate the Sunchaser Immortal Herb, and her martial soul similarly evolved into a super martial soul. Under sunlight, it could reach the level of a pseudo-god.
"Brother Fu Ye! My soul power has reached level 40!"
o(≧口≦)o
After absorbing the Beautiful Silk Tulip, Ning Rongrong flew directly into Fu Ye's arms.
She had jumped four consecutive levels!
She clung tightly to him, refusing to let go, while Xuewu and the others, who had already absorbed their spirit herbs, watched with knowing smiles.
If a new sister were to join them, they would wholeheartedly approve—if for no other reason than to finally defeat Fu Ye in that aspect.
"Indeed, the immortal herbs greatly enhance one's cultivation aptitude. You should also notice that your martial souls have evolved. After consuming them, you'll face no bottlenecks in cultivation until you reach the Soul Saint level.
"As for the immediate boost in soul power, that's insignificant compared to the long-term benefits."
Fu Ye's words did little to dampen the girls' excitement. After all, an opportunity like this comes only once!
"Brother Fu Ye, I've already reached level 50!"
Zhu Zhuyun, Zhu Zhuqing, Xuewu, Shui Bing'er, Yu Hairou, Shui Yue'er, and Shen Liuyu all beamed with joy.
"Hehe, we've reached level 40 too!"
Wu Ling, Ning Rongrong, Meng Yiran, and Dou Dou smiled sweetly—they were, after all, the younger ones.
Zhu Zhuqing's rapid progress was due to absorbing a an external soul bone.
"Yes! Brother Fu Ye, I've reached level 30 too!"
Xue Ke hopped in front of Fu Ye. Standing just 1.45 meters tall, petite and adorable, she was also his lawful wife.
He casually picked her up and held her in his arms, drawing envious glances from the other girls.
The girls: 'Just because she's small, cute, and gives massages, she gets special treatment?'
Xue Ke knew well that the sisters here were genuinely kind. Aside from occasional teasing, they treated her well and never looked down on her for being bought or lacking talent.
Life here was a hundred times happier than in the palace. Even though she couldn't see her dear brother Xue Qinghe anymore, she had gained so many wonderful sisters.
…
Meanwhile, inside the Heaven Dou royal family's Crown Prince's residence:
Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, sat with a gloomy expression, reviewing the imperial ledgers that the old emperor Xue Ye had handed over to her.
He claimed she was no longer young and ought to attend to state affairs. She had been delighted when he began transferring court matters to her—but what were these ledgers supposed to be?
The court owed local officials a written debt? The Heaven Dou royal family was completely broke!
Staring at the debt of hundreds of millions of gold soul coins, Qian Renxue wished she weren't the crown prince. Even as the Martial Soul Hall's Saintess, she couldn't produce such a vast sum on short notice!
And why did that old fool Xue Ye dump this debt on her? As the only prince, was she expected to pay it off?
"Young Master."
Suddenly, a shadowy figure appeared, kneeling on one knee before her.
"Report."
"I've investigated the matter you inquired about. The national treasury of Heaven Dou and Princess Xue Ke were..."
As Snake Spear Douluo relayed his findings, Qian Renxue's eyes gradually widened, then narrowed with displeasure.
(╬￣皿￣)
"Very well, you may leave."
(￣▽￣")
Qian Renxue sighed, and Snake Spear Douluo vanished silently.
"Fu Ye, you utter scoundrel. Not only did you empty the Heaven Dou royal family's savings, you even kidnapped my dear sister."
Time flew by, and half a year passed in the blink of an eye. Fu Ye's relationship with the young women grew ever closer.
Especially with the little lolita Xue Ke: initially, Fu Ye let her rest every couple of days, but as she gradually adapted to the intensity, she joined the nightly activities almost every evening.
After more than half a year of studying and exchanging knowledge with Fu Ye and the other sisters, the 1.45-meter-tall lawful lolita now spent her time cultivating or discussing academic matters with him.
Of course, Fu Ye played no favorites—he welcomed all the young women who sought to discuss academics with him. Thanks to the time barrier, he always had enough time to spend with his wives.
It was midnight. Fu Ye found himself unusually free tonight. His women, having been well-fed for three or four consecutive days, had banded together and declared they wouldn't be coming.
It was a rare chance for him to have some downtime.
Though, he had to admit, staying busy was refreshing both physically and mentally.
With no beauty in his arms tonight, he felt utterly bored—wishing a woman would fall from the sky.
'So dull. If I'd known this, I wouldn't have pushed so hard the past few days. Now these girls are avoiding me, afraid I'll drag them into my room for something embarrassing.'
Just as Fu Ye was frowning in discontent, a light knock sounded at the door.
"Tap, tap, tap."
"Is Brother Fu Ye there? It's Rongrong."
Ning Rongrong's clear voice came from outside, leaving Fu Ye puzzled. Why would she visit him so late?
Without overthinking it, he rose to open the door. Perhaps she had questions about cultivation?
"Creeak."
The door slowly swung open, revealing…
...
"Rongrong, what brings you here so late?"
Fu Ye glanced at Ning Rongrong's attire and found it quite intriguing.
Brown leather boots, white stockings, and a pale blue princess dress—she was dressed like a noble young lady.
But why visit him so late? He was usually busy at this hour.
"Hehe, Brother Fu Ye, it's a bit chilly outside. May Rongrong come in and sit for a while?"
With a light step, Ning Rongrong slipped under Fu Ye's arm and into his room. Fu Ye was puzzled. What was this little girl up to today?
"Oh, you..."
He sighed helplessly. Since she was already inside, he couldn't just kick her out.
This wasn't the first time Ning Rongrong had visited Fu Ye's dormitory, but it was the first time she had come alone.
"Brother Fu Ye, my martial soul has evolved into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. I came to thank you."
Ning Rongrong glanced back at Fu Ye, a subtle intention flickering in her eyes.
"Oh? Have you told your father about your martial soul evolving into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"
He was slightly confused. Could it be that the old fox Ning Fengzhi had come up with this idea? Sending Ning Rongrong to thank him in the middle of the night?
"Hehe, no. Father doesn't know yet. I plan to tell him during the Continental Soul Master Grand Tournament."
With a cheerful expression, she entered Fu Ye's room, smoothly removed her brown leather boots, and hopped directly onto Fu Ye's custom-made large bed.
"Brother Fu Ye, Rongrong can't sleep. I want to sleep with you."
Good heavens—this little girl didn't even bother pretending and simply pulled the quilt over herself.
Fu Ye: (😐)
Although... he didn't exactly dislike it.
"Brother Fu Ye, is this okay?"
Ning Rongrong curled up under the quilt, only her eyes visible as she looked at Fu Ye timidly.
Was it okay? She was asking him? If he said yes, he'd be a beast; if he said no, he'd be worse than a beast. The answer to this dilemma was already obvious.
"Hey, alright. But I warn you—I snore at night. I hope you don't mind."
Fu Ye sighed helplessly. Xue Ke had already bathed and was hiding in bed waiting for him, yet here was Ning Rongrong, slipping right under his nose and into his bed.
"Yay! I've already bathed, and I smell nice!"
Shortly after the lights went out, Fu Ye closed his eyes and remained still. Soon, however, a small hand crept onto his shoulder.
"Brother Fu Ye, can Rongrong sleep in your arms?"
Fu Ye: Tsk, who taught her this again?
Zhu Zhuyun: Ah-choo! Who's thinking about me?
…
Ten minutes later...
Gently plucking, rubbing, wiping, and probing—he entered Rongrong's hidden garden for the first time.
Unconsciously, the night slipped away quietly. When the first rays of morning sunlight streamed into the room, Fu Ye slowly opened his eyes.
He had slept quite comfortably last night.
[Harem +1]
However, after taking his former brother's daughter into his harem, he wondered if the old fox Ning Fengzhi would come after him once he found out.
Glancing back at Ning Rongrong, who was nestled against him like a little bird, Fu Ye smiled.
Though Ning Rongrong was a support-type soul master, she was a little temptress at heart.
Last night, she had been unyielding, and Fu Ye had no choice but to give her some recovery potions that lasted three days.
After three rounds of time manipulation, she finally conceded and fell asleep.
The process was thrilling, and the result was satisfying.
Even though Ning Rongrong now looked like a docile kitten, she had been a fierce little leopard the night before. It was the first time Fu Ye had felt such fighting spirit from her.
Just then, a pink figure appeared on the windowsill and flashed before Fu Ye.
"Brother Fu Ye, Xiao Wu is here."
Indeed, it was Xiao Wu. Among his harem, she was the most insatiable—the type who could never get enough.
If Fu Ye hadn't been preoccupied recently, she would likely have caught the scent and come knocking last night.
"Eh? Isn't this Rongrong?"
Xiao Wu lifted the quilt and slipped in as if it were her rightful place, only to find Ning Rongrong curled tightly in Fu Ye's arms.
"Tsk, it's great to have another sister to share the firepower!"
The moment she saw Ning Rongrong, a glint of approval shone in Xiao Wu's eyes. She clearly welcomed Ning Rongrong's addition.
"But Brother Fu Ye belongs to Xiao Wu now, so Sister Rongrong will have to sleep on the side for now."
Xiao Wu, ever the rogue hundred-thousand-year rabbit, looked radiant after a day's rest. Her pinkish-red eyes held a teasing glint as she gazed at Fu Ye.
"Brother Fu Ye, I've learned some new moves."
As she spoke, warm, milky-scented garments came into Fu Ye's view. It seemed he was in for an early morning road repair session.
…
Time flew by, and before they knew it, a week had passed.
Fu Ye brought the girls to Heaven Dou Imperial City once more. This time, however, those shortsighted nobles didn't dare to target the young ladies.
With 5 billion in compensation paid—and even the imperial princess Xue Ke mortgaged to him as a maid—how could anyone dare to mess with this group of plague gods?
To Fu Ye's surprise, Shrek Academy had been merged into Heaven Dou Royal Academy half a year prior, and that old fraud Yu Xiaogang had actually secured a position as a tutor there.
In the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena, Tang San, Tang Chuan, Yu Tianheng, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, and Shi Mo were currently facing off against an unknown team.
"Third soul skill—Lightning!"
With Yu Tianheng unleashing his ultimate move in the final moments, the Royal Fight Team secured victory without any suspense.
"Well done, Xiao San! That's how teamwork should be!"
A fat middle-aged man standing in the stands cheered excitedly. Meanwhile, Yu Tianheng and Shi Mo on the stage turned away in disgust at the sight of his unsightly expression.
"Vice-captain, he looks like an idiot. I want to cut him down."
"Enough. As much as I'd like to beat him up, he's my uncle. I just don't know how he ended up like this!"
Indeed, the man cheering excitedly in the stands was Yu Tianheng's uncle, Yu Xiaogang. He had used his nephew's connections to secure his tutoring position through the back door.
While Yu Xiaogang celebrated enthusiastically, only the filial Tang Chuan, the reincarnated God King, smiled back at him.
Still, Tang Chuan was deeply frustrated.
Without the Blue Tyrant Academy in this world, Yu Xiaogang's status in his eyes had gradually declined.
If not for Yu Xiaogang's valuable identity as the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he would have long since kicked him to the curb!
…
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