It was already past noon when Fu Ye slowly rose from the bed.
Perhaps due to merging with the Dragon God's blood, he now woke up every morning brimming with energy.
After a fierce battle with Ah Yin all night, she had finally reached her limit, forcing Fu Ye to relent.
After all, Ah Yin was his wife—he couldn't treat her like an animal. But this only strengthened his resolve to find more wives.
As for his current predicament…
'Ugh, so frustrating! Yesterday, Ah Yin hadn't fully recovered, and now I have to wait again today.'
But there was no need to rush. At most, he'd endure it. The world was vast, but his wife's well-being came first.
Thinking it over, there weren't many girls at this time who were both beautiful and talented—only three, in fact: Ah Yin, Bibi Dong, and Liu Erlong.
Tang Yuehua's talent might be lacking, but she was Tang San's aunt. In the future, Tang San would have to call him uncle.
But then… a bold idea struck him.
Author: Such audacity!
Yet, for his modern soul, this didn't seem too outrageous.
Someone had to take the initiative.
As the saying goes, the rich should aid the poor. Only by setting an example would others follow. So, for the greater good, he would sacrifice his lesser self to achieve the greater self!
'I, Fu Ye, shall carry on the legacy of Wei Wu in Douluo!'
After all, ordinary girls couldn't withstand his physique. He was already far stronger than Tang Wulin from Douluo Dalu III.
Fortunately, the system had a hidden function preventing pregnancies among his dependents—otherwise, Ah Yin might already be expecting.
Of course, he'd have children eventually, but now wasn't the time. They'd only be a burden.
Glancing at Ah Yin, still sound asleep, Fu Ye couldn't resist aggressively kissing her soft cheek again.
"Mmm… Ye Ye, be gentle… Yin Yin loves it the most…"
'Ahem! Let's not dwell on indecent matters!'
After ensuring Ah Yin was settled, Fu Ye headed toward his next destination—the Star Dou Forest.
The Star Dou Forest was a treasure trove, especially during this era—the golden age of soul beasts. Even the outer regions teemed with thousand-year soul beasts, let alone the mixed, inner, and core areas.
But to Fu Ye, these ten-thousand-year soul beasts were mere trifles. His reason for coming here…
'Well, that's a secret.'
As for the Spirit Hall, Fu Ye wasn't in a hurry to settle scores with Yu Xiaogang. He was already invincible, and he knew Qian Xunji held a grudge against the man.
As for Bibi Dong…
'Why was her favorability so finicky? Could it really only rise by a point or two per day?'
'Sigh.'
He'd spent an entire afternoon chatting with Tang Yuehua, and this was the result.
(╯°□°)╯
Women truly were enigmatic creatures.
Bibi Dong had to be saved. Though his presence had disrupted the world's flow, the critical incident was still three or four years away. Who knew what could happen in that time?
'I wonder what my lovely senior sister is up to now… Surely she isn't still hung up on that dead guy, right?' Fu Ye smirked.
While he couldn't read Bibi Dong's mind, the system's favorability panel didn't lie. Since his "death," her favorability toward him had been steadily climbing.
But overthinking was pointless. Better to head to the core of the Star Dou Forest and see what gains awaited him.
With that, he vanished in a flash.
…
Meanwhile…
Spirit City, the Pope's Palace – Interrogation Room
"Swish!"
"CRACK!"
"AHHHHH!!!!!"
"Swish!"
"CRACK!"
"AHHHHH!!!!!"
The rhythmic lash of a whip echoed relentlessly. Two onlookers watched nervously from the sidelines.
"AHHH!!! Bibi Dong, you beast! You vile creature!"
The man being whipped—none other than Yu Xiaogang, young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and self-proclaimed future teacher of gods—howled in agony.
Bibi Dong remained silent, a faint smile playing on her lips as she delivered another strike.
"SWISH!"
"CRACK!"
"AHHHHH!!!!!"
Back and forth, the steel whip tore into his flesh. Yu Xiaogang, now a pitiful, bruised mess, barely resembled the arrogant theorist he once was.
"Bibi Dong! I'm from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! You'll regret this!"
"SWISH!"
"CRACK!"
"AHHH! STOP! PLEASE!"
Ignoring his pleas, Bibi Dong glanced at the five trembling healing soul masters nearby.
"You will treat him in shifts. If he dies here, the blame falls on you."
The healers stood frozen in terror. They'd spent the last hour watching this man be flayed alive, only to be patched up and flayed again.
"Sister… the Saintess is…"
"Quiet! The Saintess has her reasons."
"Right! We've been in the dormitory all day. We saw nothing."
Yu Xiaogang's body was now a canvas of whip scars. The healers could mend his wounds, but the marks would remain forever.
Bibi Dong studied his writhing form, a cold smirk forming.
'Had I been too lenient?'
Remembering how Fu Ye had suffered under Yu Xiaogang's schemes for over half a year, her grip on the whip tightened.
"Starting tomorrow, you will report here at 9 AM and leave at 9 PM. Your cultivation resources will be doubled. Understood?"
The healers bowed hastily. "Yes, Saintess!"
Satisfied, Bibi Dong turned back to Yu Xiaogang—just in time to deliver another lash.
"SWISH!"
"CRACK!"
"AHHH!!! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!"
"SWISH!"
"CRACK!"
"I AM BLU—AHHHH!!!!"
The whip fell again.
And again.
And again.
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