"Let us congratulate the Tianshui Academy team for their victory and for winning the championship of the Continental Elite Young Soul Master Tournament!"
With that, the Continental Elite Young Soul Master Tournament finally reached its successful conclusion.
Although the Shrek Academy team was hailed as the strongest in a century, they still lacked the power to contend against such a super team, whose members were all at least Soul King level and possessed three Spirit Fusion Abilities.
That evening, at the largest restaurant in Spirit City, inside the luxurious Private Room No. 1.
Fu Ye had brought the girls from the Tianshui team here to sample the local delicacies of Spirit City.
Wu Ling had once again claimed her favorite spot, nestled in Fu Ye's lap. The other girls merely smiled slightly at her actions. After all, they had all long since become utterly devoted to Brother Fu Ye.
Naturally, what they looked forward to even more was seeing the flustered expression Wu Ling would have later, after she had done those bold things.
Starting with Shui Bing'er, every new girl who joined had been teased in turn by the others when their time came.
Xiao Wu and Er Long sat on either side of Fu Ye, their smiling, crescent-shaped eyebrows saying it all.
"Master," Xiao Wu began, "you promised us a mysterious gift if we won the Continental Elite Young Soul Master Tournament. What exactly is it?"
Wu Ling blinked her large eyes. She was now about the same height as Xiao Wu. While they looked quite similar, their temperaments differed; Wu Ling was more like the quiet girl next door, whereas Xiao Wu was lively and cheerful.
She slowly shifted in Fu Ye's lap, her fair legs gently wrapping around his waist, and her jade-white arms encircling his neck, pulling herself closer to him.
Feeling the warm breath so near him, Fu Ye found it almost unbearable.
'Who on earth taught her to act like this?'
At the same time, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu exchanged a glance, their eyes seeming to say, 'She's definitely one of us.'
Hearing Wu Ling's question, nearly all the girls turned their gazes towards Fu Ye, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. After all, Fu Ye was their man, and their man never went back on his word!
"Ahem!" Fu Ye cleared his throat. "You'll receive this mysterious gift after we return to Tianshui Academy."
What other gift could he give them? It was just a set of 200,000-year-old soul bones, beasts of that level weren't exactly priceless.
Hearing his reply, Wu Ling seemed unsatisfied. She leaned closer to Fu Ye's ear and whispered softly, her breath tickling his neck.
"Wu Ling has a gift for Master too, but it's different from yours. Wu Ling will give it to you tonight."
'Good heavens, this girl is too skilled at teasing.'
Even a master like Fu Ye couldn't completely suppress his reaction, causing Wu Ling, who was sitting on his lap, to feel him slowly growing taller beneath her.
The other girls were currently engrossed in discussing Fu Ye's mysterious reward and didn't notice the scene unfolding here.
"Master... Master..."
Feeling this overwhelming sense of pressure, Wu Ling froze momentarily. As unbelievable as it was, the sensation of sitting on a large, hard object was undeniably real.
"Well now, my lovely little disciple," Fu Ye said, patting her back, "it's time to eat."
The night was deep and unusually quiet. None of his other companions came to visit.
When Fu Ye checked the distribution of his sensor puppets, his vision went dark for a second. Over a dozen girls were gathered in a single room, seemingly discussing some sort of strategic deployment.
After some time had passed, a slow, soft knocking sound came from his door.
'Knock, knock, knock.'
A series of light taps echoed; Fu Ye naturally heard them.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open slowly, revealing Wu Ling, dressed in an elegant noble's attire.
It wasn't overly ornate; in fact, it was the very same outfit she had been wearing when he first met her.
The primary color was silver, and her smooth calves were sheathed in a thin layer of white stockings.
A touch of light makeup adorned her already delicate and pretty face, making her look even more stunning under the moonlight.
"Master, I was feeling bored tonight. Would it be alright if Wu Ling chatted with you for a while?"
Wu Ling's demeanor was currently graceful and her speech refined, resembling a well-bred young lady.
"Alright, come in and have a seat," Fu Ye replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Ling stepped inside, closed the door behind her, and turned the lock.
'Huh?'
'Why lock the door just for a chat?' Although he knew this little girl was probably scheming something, Fu Ye felt he couldn't always remain so passive.
"Master, please hold me."
Saying this, Wu Ling opened her arms, waiting for Fu Ye's embrace.
'Huh??'
'Is this some new kind of strategy after locking the door?'
Fu Ye was full of doubts, but he still acquiesced to her request.
A fragrant breeze wafted into his embrace, warming his heart.
"Master, these are the clothes I was wearing when you and Teacher found me and took me in."
As she spoke, she gently guided Fu Ye backward towards the bed.
"Yes, I still remember," Fu Ye said, recalling the events of that time. Her luck back then really hadn't been very good.
However, before Wu Ling could say anything more, Fu Ye felt a cool, slender hand, like a little snake, slip inside his clothes. Then, a not-so-strong force pushed him down onto the bed.
The moonlight was particularly dazzling tonight. At this moment, a complex, almost unnatural glimmer flickered in Wu Ling's eyes.
But as the moonlight bathed her figure, the hem of her silver skirt fell away quietly, revealing a hazy silhouette veiled only by a thin layer of gauze before Fu Ye's eyes.
"Brother Fu Ye, Wu Ling truly loves you. If you do not despise me... I want to be your woman. I want to have a cute baby for you."
A single tear traced a path down Wu Ling's cheek. For some reason, Fu Ye felt that she seemed to have undergone an inexplicable change, possessing a certain enchanting charm at this moment.
They came with the wind and went with the rain.
In the blink of an eye, the night passed.
Although two Time Barriers were deployed during the process, one night in the outside world remained just one night.
In the early morning, Fu Ye awoke from his sleep. Looking down at Wu Ling lying limp in his arms, a sense of tender affection washed over his heart.
After casually casting another Time Barrier, he simply held Wu Ling close and continued to rest.
It was impossible to tell how much time had passed before Wu Ling finally stirred from her slumber. When she woke, a trace of panic flashed within her dark eyes.
But after feeling the warmth of Fu Ye's embrace, the panic in her heart gradually subsided.
At that moment, Fu Ye slowly opened his golden eyes.
"Wu Ling, are you worried about something?"
Fu Ye could guess that Wu Ling seemed to have awakened memories from her past life.
"Master, I..."
However, before Wu Ling could finish speaking, Fu Ye gently pressed a finger against her lips.
"You must call me husband or Brother Fu Ye from now on. After all, you are my woman now."
Hearing Fu Ye's words, Wu Ling's previously tense and slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
Her dark eyes were filled with pain. She truly loved this man who had raised her like a little princess. Had he not taken her in and cared for her for nearly a decade, her fate would have been bleak.
"You are my man. I don't want to hide anything from you. Actually..."
Just as Wu Ling was about to speak, Fu Ye directly pressed his lips to hers.
He already knew that Wu Ling had regained her past memories, but so what? A past life was the past, and the present life was the present.
Accompanied by a faint golden glow, energy transferred from Fu Ye's lips into Wu Ling's body.
A long time later, the kiss ended.
Wu Ling's cheeks were flushed with shyness, and her gaze towards Fu Ye was brimming with deep affection.
Simultaneously, within the depths of Fu Ye's spiritual sea, inside a small, dark room, a translucent girl in a pink dress was trapped.
"Let me out! Let me out right now! I need to find my Brother! You bastard! Let me out now!"
Enraged shouts echoed from the room. Fu Ye observed everything happening inside the cell from a third-person perspective.
This was the interior of the Worry-Free Prison Fu Ye had purchased from the system.
In truth, Fu Ye had already sensed something amiss with Wu Ling last night. After all, this girl was usually very innocent and pure, yet last night's situation felt somewhat... indescribably strange.
It wasn't until this morning that he managed to completely separate this obsessive soul fragment from Wu Ling and confine it within the prison he had acquired.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The iron door was being pounded repeatedly. Seeing this, a strange curve tugged at the corner of Fu Ye's mouth.
Now, Wu Ling only possessed the pure soul of her current life, which was why her eyes had been so full of love for him moments ago.
It would be a waste to simply discard the soul fragment of Xiao Wu from her previous life. Besides, he had no choice but to stand in for God King Tang San as her husband.
"Creak!"
Fu Ye kicked the iron door open. The remnant soul of Xiao Wu, who had been standing right behind it, was sent flying by the immense force, slamming hard against the wall.
"Boom!"
The remnant soul of Xiao Wu from her previous life crashed heavily against the wall. For a moment, she felt her head spin and her vision blur.
"Slam!"
The door was shut forcefully once more. As the previous life's Xiao Wu remnant soul slowly regained her senses and saw that the newcomer was the man she had loved in this life, her crimson eyes burned with intense resentment!
Her husband was Tang San! Tang San, the Sea God and Asura God!
If she could, she would gladly strangle both versions of herself outside!
"Listen to me, you'd better release my Brother San immediately, or else I'll—"
However, before she could finish her threat, Fu Ye's hand shot out and seized her by the throat.
That's right. Although this was merely a spiritual realm, within the prison purchased from the system, everything was identical to reality.
No matter how powerful the prisoners were, they couldn't take a single step beyond its confines.
Simultaneously, they could not die here, no matter the torture inflicted! Those imprisoned would only experience eternal suffering!
Furthermore, the moment Fu Ye entered this space, time in the outside world would freeze. Once he left, time here would resume flowing normally, synchronized with the outside world.
Fu Ye's eyes swept over the cell, which had only one small ventilation hole, and the smirk on his lips became harder to suppress than a fully-automatic rifle.
"Bastard! Let me go! I demand you release Brother San! You... Mmmph!"
Fu Ye felt not an ounce of pity for this remnant soul of Xiao Wu from the Douluo Continent era.
Since she couldn't die, Fu Ye could conduct some rather... interesting experiments on her.
For instance, testing his true physical limits!
Inside the spiritual world...
One day passed.
Three days passed.
A week passed.
(´⊙ω⊙`)
Two months later, Fu Ye felt completely drained, as if all his energy had been sucked dry.
It was a rare opportunity to truly let go and vent. Now, after two months here, his mind felt much clearer.
Although the remnant soul of Xiao Wu looked identical to the real one, the aura she exuded was entirely different.
'Oh no,' Fu ye thought, a sudden realization dawning. 'This is bad. Could it be that I'm about to truly inherit the mantle of Boss Cao?!'
After this test, Fu Ye had a rough estimate of his limit—about two months straight.
However, with the boost from the God-Level Kidney Tonic, Fu Ye felt truly invincible.
After chugging a bottle of the tonic, Fu Ye felt revitalized, bursting with energy once more.
Meanwhile, inside the Worry-Free Prison within Fu Ye's spiritual sea...
The crimson pupils of the previous life's Xiao Wu remnant soul had lost their luster. The interior of the room, now in ruins, was covered in marks left by Fu Ye over the past two months.
As Fu Ye exited the Worry-Free Prison...
The previous life's Xiao Wu remnant soul regained its spirit almost instantly. Her previously scattered consciousness rapidly recovered. The prison's powerful restorative ability almost immediately erased all the physical damage she had sustained.
Yet, she remembered everything she had experienced and witnessed with perfect clarity.
Her entire body trembled uncontrollably. Looking at the marked spots around the room and her own now fully restored body, a trace of deep-seated fear flickered in her eyes.
But in the very next second, the room she was in reverted to its original state in an instant. All the marks Fu Ye had left behind vanished completely, as if nothing had ever happened.
"No! No!! I am the Sea God's wife! I am the wife of Asura God Tang San!! I... No!!"
Just as she was on the verge of a complete mental collapse, a black light descended. Her nearly shattered spirit was instantly pulled back and restored to its original strength.
That's right. Without Fu Ye's permission, she wasn't even allowed to have a mental breakdown and become an idiot!
Fu Ye observed the remnant soul's reactions from outside. What truly surprised him was that the Worry-Free Prison he bought was simply a divine artifact compared to others. If possible, he'd give it a perfect five-star review.
'Tsk,' Fu Ye thought, 'if that's the case, we could even lock up Tang Chuan, the reincarnated God King, in here. That should be quite interesting, hehehe.'
Back in the outside world, Fu Ye was still holding the motionless Wu Ling.
The current Wu Ling could be said to be truly pure. After all, the remnant soul of Xiao Wu from her previous life was a married woman who had borne children—the wife of Tang Chuan, the reincarnated God King.
Fortunately, he had detected the awakening of this remnant soul in time. Otherwise, if it had later devoured Wu Ling's soul and taken over her body, the situation would have become extremely troublesome.
After examining Wu Ling's body and spiritual sea to confirm there were no lingering traces of her previous life's soul, Fu Ye found himself being pulled out of his room by the arm by the little dragon girl, Dugu Yan.
Though Wu Ling seemed somewhat confused, the urgency with which Dugu Yan was dragging Fu Ye away told her that something important must be happening.
She slowly tried to get out of bed, intending to see what was going on, but the intense pain from her severe internal injuries forced her to give up. In a daze, she lifted her quilt in bewilderment.
'Ouch…' No wonder it hurt so much; her skin was even bruised.
Meanwhile, in Dugu Yan's room, all the girls except Wu Ling were gathered around a young woman in a blue dress, their expressions grim.
At that moment, Dugu Yan pulled Fu Ye into the room. Almost instantly, the group of girls fixed their hopeful gazes on him.
"Huh? What's going on here?" Fu Ye was still a bit confused, but sensing the disordered breathing of one girl among them, he went straight to the center of the circle without another word.
"Breath is disordered, and cultivation is regressing," Fu Ye stated directly after observing the girl before him. He naturally recognized her—it was Ye Lingling, who had served as the soul power connection hub for the six-person fusion skill the day before.
In the original timeline, Ning Rongrong had been the connector, but she had already consumed the Immortal Herbs by then.
Even if the Seven-in-One Spirit Fusion Skill had side effects, they would have been repaired by the tremendous medicinal power of the herbs.
Ye Lingling's current condition, however, was deeply concerning.
Fu Ye's examination revealed that her constitution wasn't particularly robust to begin with. Combined with her present state, if left untreated, her cultivation would likely stagnate permanently at the fortieth rank, never to advance again.
The treatment method was straightforward. A mediocre approach would involve using a Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng King to help repair her damaged talent.
But the optimal method was to first have her consume a few petals of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum to slow the degradation of her spirit and the loss of her soul power, while also strengthening her physique.
Afterwards, she would swallow the Ten-Thousand-Year Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum to sublimate her bloodline and spirit.
Glancing at the hopeful eyes of the girls around him, Fu Ye directly took out three petals of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum. Since she would need to consume other precious herbs later, she couldn't take too much of this one now.
"If you want to recover, you'll need to stay here for a while. I have three petals of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum. They can help delay the degradation of your spirit and the decline of your cultivation."
"Take one petal each week. During this time, you must focus on refining the medicinal efficacy. After three weeks, your symptoms will basically subside. But if you wish to break the innate limitation of your spirit, you can come find me again after these three weeks."
Hearing Fu Ye's words, all the girls' faces lit up with pride, their expressions seeming to say, 'You see? This is my man. No matter the problem, he can solve it with ease!'
"Alright… I will come see you in three weeks." Ye Lingling, being relatively new here, was still quite reserved, but a trace of excitement flickered deep within her slightly timid eyes.
Breaking the martial spirit's curse! This was the goal pursued by every generation of her family's leaders!
"Mm, spend some time getting to know these girls. If you have any questions, you can ask them," Fu Ye said, very naturally patting her head.
Although Ye Lingling hadn't interacted with Fu Ye many times, seeing the attitudes of the girls around her towards this man, she didn't seem to mind the gesture.
…
On the other side, in the Divine Realm, within the Shrine of Asura.
"Dammit, Asura, you old bastard! How dare you keep me tied up for so long!" a voice cursed.
But soon, a sly smile crept onto the speaker's lips. 'Although my true self cannot leave, I still have an avatar on the continent. Before the Asura God's heir ascends, I can find someone capable of containing my Rakshasa Goddess's power to inherit my position!'
However, just as she finished his sinister chuckle, the Asura God himself strode calmly into the hall from outside.
Seeing him, Rakshasa's vicious expression instantly shifted to one of fawning flattery. "Ahem… You didn't happen to hear anything just now, did you?"
Asura ignored his question. Instead, he very naturally unbuckled his black belt.
"As a matter of fact, I heard everything. You dare to disrespect me, a Law Enforcer of Divine Realm? You deserve to be punished!"
As Asura's belt whistled through the air in the hall, the sound of lashing flesh echoed repeatedly.
Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent, deep within a dark and gloomy dungeon of the Spirit Hall…
"Whoosh!"
"Crack!"
"Aaaah!!!!"
A guard, brandishing a steel whip, was putting all his effort into lashing Tang Chuan, who was pinned against the dungeon wall.
Shrill screams of agony continuously erupted from the cell.
The other prisoners in the dungeon lay on their stone beds, savoring the melodious sounds of the howls.
Those imprisoned here were either heinous criminals or perverts who had massacred civilians. While they were often beaten themselves, listening to others' screams was a form of pleasure for them.
"Talk or not! Talk or not!!" The guard, now thoroughly in the groove, swung the whip again and again with a fierce rhythm, his mouth repeatedly shouting the same phrase.
"What… what do you even want me to say? How can I tell you if you don't ask me a question?!" A thin, dark-skinned young man, his clothes torn to rags and his body covered in blood, spat out the words with barely suppressed fury.
That's right—who else could enjoy such an honor but Tang Chuan, the reincarnation of our esteemed God King?
The other guards on the side were momentarily stunned by Tang Chuan's words. He had a point; they hadn't actually asked him anything.
But the guard who was in the midst of the beating, fully warmed up, paid no heed. "Whether you talk or not is my catchphrase! I wasn't asking you a question! How dare you talk back?! You deserve a beating!"
"Whoosh!"
The steel whip, now stained a dark red with blood, lashed through the air again.
"Brother, if you keep beating him like this, he's going to die," one of the guards nearby couldn't stand it any longer and spoke up to intervene.
"Die? He publicly insulted our Pope! Death would be too easy for him! Here, you take the whip! Keep lashing him! We'll take turns, a hundred strikes each! He's a Soul Ancestor; his body isn't as weak as you think! Beat him hard!"
At that moment, a tiny, dark gray sphere silently sank into Tang Chuan's body. Sensing the immense resentment within him and the familiar scene before it, the sphere was nearly moved to tears!
'Young man, I've chosen you as my successor!'
...
Late at night, deep within the Spirit Hall's dungeon.
A deep, shadowy voice slowly seeped into Tang Chuan's consciousness.
"Kid, do you crave power?"
Hearing this sinister voice, a glint flashed in Tang Chuan's eyes. His lips then curved into a strange, knowing smirk. How could he have forgotten? There was indeed a cheat code like this on the continent that he could exploit.
However, his body was currently covered in blood, and his voice was frail and thin. "I crave power!"
As Tang Chuan poured all his remaining strength into that shout, the hostility within him intensified.
Witnessing this scene, the Rakshasa Goddess found the corners of his mouth harder to suppress than an AK. With such potent resentment, it seemed she had truly come to the right place!
"In that case, follow me!"
A black mist slowly enveloped Tang Chuan, eventually shrouding his eyes, which were filled with resentment.
"Shhh!"
A dark, cold wind brushed against a guard's back, causing him to shiver involuntarily and become more alert for a moment.
He glanced around but found nothing amiss, so he simply stood motionless at the door, guarding the entrance to the underground fortress.
…
Meanwhile, Fu Ye had been amusing himself with two beautiful girls, Bibi Dong and Dou Dou, though they could barely withstand his torment.
The spectators from the past few days had gradually dispersed, allowing Bibi Dong to feel much more relaxed. It was pleasant to have a romantic evening with Fu Ye.
Of course, while it was relaxing, she still couldn't get out of bed until noon the next day.
But now, with the Worry-Free Prison, Fu Ye finally had a place to vent his abundant energy. Look, after playing with Bibi Dong and Dou Dou, Fu Ye headed straight for it.
The beauty of this artifact was that time inside was relatively still compared to the outside world. Once he left, time on both sides would synchronize normally.
As this was his second visit, Fu Ye was very familiar with the place upon seeing the familiar large iron gate.
Without any warning, Fu Ye glanced at the small secret room and felt a slight tightness in his chest. Then, with a thought, he willed the Worry-Free Prison to merge all the rooms into a vast forest.
At that moment, the residual soul of Xiao Wu from her previous life, who had been resting on a small bed, suddenly awoke, sensing the aura of the forest.
Looking at the familiar Lake of Life and the familiar thatched huts around her, tears welled up in her eyes. It was as if everything that had happened before was just a nightmare.
She was back! She was truly back!
No! She had to go find Da Ming and Er Ming first!
However, when she hurriedly arrived at the Lake of Life, she found no trace of the two titans.
"Little rabbit, you seem quite pleased with my handiwork."
At that moment, a voice that made her hair stand on end reached her ears, followed by a warm breath spreading across her neck.
"Though I'm reluctant to admit it, you are indeed a perfect toy."
Fu Ye gently brushed aside the black hair scattered over her cheeks from her running, then moved naturally in front of her. His golden eyes stared directly into her scarlet ones.
"You... you..."
The remnant soul of the previous Xiao Wu stammered you twice, her scarlet eyes suddenly widening, the hatred within them utterly unconcealed.
"You really wish to kill me?"
Fu Ye was in no hurry. He simply stared into her bloodshot eyes; he also wanted to hear what this Xiao Wu had to say about him.
"Kill you? Not only will I kill you, but I will also kill my brainless reincarnation and my predecessor!"
Her words were filled with intense hostility. But now, in this prison, she was merely an ordinary person who could never truly die.
By Fu Ye's decree, she was already his personal property. After all, he had given her a chance to survive; otherwise, she might have been killed long ago.
Hearing her answer, Fu Ye revealed a bitter smile.
'I intended to be gentle, but it seems she doesn't appreciate it.'
"Crack."
Fu Ye casually grabbed her by the neck, looking at her resentful expression without another word.
In a world where the strong are respected, there is no right or wrong. There is only strength.
The strong should rule everything; the weak should bow before them.
"Alas, I am too kind. Today, let me accompany you in cherishing the beautiful memories of the past, here in the Lake of Life you know so well."
Having said this, Fu Ye directly took her into the simple thatched hut.
…
Unconsciously, Fu Ye once again reached his limit, though compared to last time, he had made slight progress.
Looking at the marks he had left on the shore of the Lake of Life, Fu Ye felt a surge of pride.
'I am truly worthy of myself, making such great progress with each session.'
'It seems I'll have to visit here more often. I believe I'll achieve an even greater breakthrough soon!'
On the other side, inside the thatched hut, the residual soul of the previous Xiao Wu was clinging to her last breath within the Worry-Free Prison.
She would not die here, but her recovery would only begin after Fu Ye departed. So, what pained her was not her time here, but the specific moments Fu Ye spent with her.
The room was filled with the marks Fu Ye had left. The remnant soul's pupils were white, her little fingers trembling slightly.
Accompanying Fu Ye, she saw him leave the Worry-Free Prison.
Instantly, everything within was refreshed to its initial state.
After the remnant soul regained consciousness, she looked at the Lake of Life before her, her eyes still brimming with resentment.
Xiao Wu found she could move again. Perhaps Fu Ye had forgotten, or perhaps it was another act of his kindness, but he did not revert this place to a cold prison.
However, before her thoughts could settle, countless strands of Blue Silver Grass swept over from all directions, binding her body.
She wanted to struggle but had no strength left.
As she was tightly wrapped in the strands of Blue Silver Grass, only the soles of her feet, her mouth, and nose were left exposed for breathing.
Fu Ye, who had already left the Worry-Free Prison, slightly curled the corners of his mouth. Then, small branches of the Blue Silver Emperor gently crept toward the soles of her feet.
After setting a timer, he left, confident that she would appreciate the recreational facilities he had provided for her.
And indeed, as soon as Fu Ye left, Xiao Wu inside the Worry-Free Prison burst into loud laughter.
Fu Ye: 'Look how happily she's laughing.'
On the other side, in a dark cave somewhere overseas.
The severely injured Tang Chuan was thrown directly onto an ancient altar by the Rakshasa Goddess.
"Kid, offer me your blood, and you shall become my heir!"
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