Wu Ling looked at her good sister Ning Rongrong with a triumphant expression, while Ning Rongrong stared back with visible disappointment.
"Wu Ling, so your third spirit skill can teleport a whole group! I thought it only worked on one person!"
Ning Rongrong was unconvinced. After all, during the previous fights, Wu Ling had only teleported individuals. Who knew she could move an entire team?
"Lululu~ If you lose, you have to admit it."
Outside the arena, the spectator stands fell into silence.
What in the world just happened? All they saw was two girls instantly surrounding the other seven, then the seven abruptly appearing in front of their own team—and finally, being knocked down by a single punch?
Even though today's match was just a warm-up, did it really have to end so quickly?
Up in the VIP seats, Ning Fengzhi would be lying if he said he wasn't excited. Seeing his daughter, under Fu Ye's guidance, had already mastered the Heat Separation Control Technique to the level of Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart... It was astounding.
Just a year ago, Ning Rongrong had only just grasped the third aperture. Now, she could simultaneously enhance two different attributes for her teammates!
The referee was left speechless for a long moment after witnessing the scene.
He had just shouted Begin!—and now he was supposed to announce End!?
This salary was just too easy to earn!
"Wow, Sister Yanzi is so strong! She sent those weaklings flying with just one punch!" The cat-girl Jiang Jing couldn't help but exclaim after seeing what happened.
Although Xue Ye felt displeased hearing Jiang Jing's words, he didn't dare throw a tantrum with Fu Ye sitting right there.
At this moment, Xue Ke also nodded in approval.
"Although my former third brother spent all his time in brothels, was uneducated, ill-mannered, and utterly rude—his strength really was pathetic!"
Xue Ke's words carved two fresh, bloody wounds onto Xue Ye's already scarred heart. Ning Fengzhi now observed this former imperial princess with curiosity.
After all, he might not believe just anyone, but the words of an ex-princess still carried some weight.
"Really? Even if he was weak, was his character truly that terrible?"
The cat-girl Jiang Jing also grew interested. Although all nobles seemed similar, she hadn't heard much about this particular family from her good sister.
"Yeah! I've overheard many palace maids talking about him. They all seemed to dislike my former third brother. I've even seen him passed out in the royal gardens with dark circles under his eyes!"
As the little former princess continued airing the family's dirty laundry, both Ning Fengzhi and the hidden observer Bone Douluo Gu Rong couldn't help but sigh inwardly at the extravagance and depravity of the royal family.
Although Ning Fengzhi himself secretly kept several beautiful girls for entertainment, he had helped their parents through financial crises—and everything was consensual. Comparing himself to such behavior, Ning Fengzhi felt he was practically a gentleman!
Hearing all this, Fu Ye merely smiled without comment. After all, while he wasn't an irredeemable villain, he was no saint either.
What was wrong with visiting brothels? What was wrong toying with palace maids? That was their family's business.
As long as it didn't affect him, Fu Ye couldn't be bothered to care about such trivial matters.
As Xue Ke cheerfully recounted the scandals of the Royal Family, Emperor Xue Ye's face darkened.
But just as he was about to speak up and stop her, a glance from Fu Ye brought him back to his senses.
Xue Ye: 'That was close! I almost lost my head!'
In truth, Xue Ye had invited Fu Ye to sit there merely as a formality. He never expected the man to actually show up—and even bring his little daughter and the cat girl from the recent auction!
With the host announcing the Tianshui team's victory, the day's warm-up match officially concluded.
By now, Xue Ke had shifted her gossip from the former third prince to Xue Ye himself!
As Xue Ye's once most beloved little princess, she knew plenty of his dark secrets! She now turned her gaze toward her former father, a sly grin on her face.
"Uncle with the white beard, I know some juicy secrets about you. Care to hear them?"
Ning Fengzhi: ! ! !
Bone Douluo: 'Holy shit!'
Spirit Hall's Bishop Salas: 'Oh?'
Jiang Jing: 'Wow, new royal gossip?'
Fu Ye: 'Wow, interesting!'
"Ahem! My dear daughter, look at your father—"
But before he could finish, Xue Ke cut him off.
"Uncle, please don't try to claim relations. My scumbag dad died a year ago. Now I'm just an orphan who can only rely on Brother Fu Ye."
With that, Xue Ye's already pale face cycled through shades of green, purple, and black.
[My father died a year ago]
[This uncle]
[Don't make random connections]
[I am just a little orphan]
Every word Xue Ke spoke was a lament of her own misery, stunning everyone present. It was a classic case of sacrificing herself to damage the enemy.
"Alright, Xiao Ke. Even though your father died early, you shouldn't speak of him like that. As the saying goes, speak no ill of the dead. It's not good to keep bringing it up."
The moment Fu Ye spoke, it was a Critical Hit x2.
He then scooped up the 1.45-meter-tall loli Xue Ke into his arms and shot a kindly look toward Xue Ye—making it clear that Xue Ke was under his protection now, and if Xue Ye dared mistreat her today, he wouldn't hesitate to topple the emperor's throne.
At this point, everyone except Xue Ye and Xue Xing—Ning Fengzhi and the others—were desperately holding in their laughter. There was nothing to be done; the Heaven Dou Royal Family was indeed in chaos, even unable to pay salaries.
After all, those 5 billion gold spirit coins were the savings Heaven Dou had accumulated over millennia—and Fu Ye had taken it all in one go!
"Ahem! If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave. The team is waiting for me to have a midnight snack. Old Xue Ye, see you tomorrow."
With that, Fu Ye set Xue Ke down from his lap and leisurely left the scene with the two girls.
"Well, Your Majesty, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect also has matters to attend to. I shall take my leave first."
"Your Majesty, I too—"
A minute later, only Xue Ye remained in the towering stands, feeling the chill of the cold wind.
He wanted to rage, but was afraid Fu Ye and the others—who had just descended—might hear him. In the end, he could only swallow those filthy words.
However, as Fu Ye was leaving the imperial city, he noticed Spirit Hall's Bishop Salas—who had been lazily watching the drama—still following him.
"Is there a problem?"
Fu Ye turned and looked at Salas trailing behind him, a trace of hostility flashing in his golden eyes.
...
"No, No, this is a letter that His Holiness the Pope instructed me to deliver to you. Please take a look."
At this moment, Salas didn't even dare to breathe loudly. Given the Pope's attitude toward Fu Ye, he wouldn't dare show the slightest disrespect.
Fu Ye opened the letter, only to find a single sentence inside, along with a Papal Decree.
As soon as Salas saw the decree, he immediately dropped to his knees.
"Salas of the Spirit Hall pays his respects to Your Excellency."
Three minutes later, Fu Ye returned to the Tianshui team. The letter Bibi Dong had asked Salas to deliver simply instructed him to use the main gate the next time he came to visit.
'Next time you come to see me, enter through the main gate. That old man Qian Daoliu won't dare say a word.'
'Ugh, why does this feel like some kind of secret affair?'
After Fu Ye, Er Long, and the others finished dinner at their own Juxiang Pavilion, they prepared to return to the hotel they had booked a month in advance to rest.
After all, for the next month, they would be competing daily against those so-called external geniuses—how could they not conserve their energy?
Xue Ke and the little cat girl, Jiang Jing, only needed to eat, drink, and enjoy themselves. This month was essentially a long vacation granted by Fu Ye.
When there was a match, they would follow Fu Ye to watch. When there wasn't, he would take them out to explore.
Fu Ye, Xiao Wu, Liu Erlong, and Han Ruyan—each of the four would take three or four of the younger girls out. After all, aside from Xiao Wu, who was a peak Level 98 Title Douluo, the other three, including Fu Ye, were all Ultimate Douluos.
Coupled with so many black-armored puppets at the Ultimate Douluo level, it would be truly difficult for these young ladies to get into trouble now.
To keep things fair, the four of them took turns leading the group:
Fu Ye brought Bing'er, Xuewu, Xueke, and Yue'er. Xiao Wu took Wu Ling, Zhu Qing, and Rong Rong.
Ruyan was followed by Shen Liuyu, Yu Hairou, and Meng Yiran. Erlong led Yanzi, cat girl Jiang Jing, and Zhuyun.
It worked out perfectly—Fu Ye took four, and the others took three each.
There were plenty of interesting places in Heaven Dou City, and a large crowd would have been too conspicuous. Splitting up this way was much more manageable.
After finalizing their plans for the next day over dinner, they returned together to the hotel they had booked.
Same as always—it was the same arrangement, the same style. Just like when the Tianshui team had come to Heaven Dou City for combat training, Fu Ye had reserved the entire top floor.
However, on their way back, they witnessed quite a curious scene.
Right outside a hotel in Heaven Dou City, three ruffians lay drunk by the roadside.
The God King Tang Chuan was wandering near the brothels, fan in hand.
"Smack!"
Even from a distance, Fu Ye could clearly hear the sound of a slap.
When he turned to look, what did he see? Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai—dead drunk, collapsed under a table. And in a dark alley not far away, three rather scrawny figures were thrown out by four or five burly men!
"Pah! If you don't have money, don't come here looking for a good time! You three good-for-nothings—thinking you can have a night with our girls for just thirty gold soul coins? Do you think we're running a charity here?"
A short, plump madam emerged right after them, casting a scornful look at the three half-dead figures on the ground.
"Hmph! Call yourselves soul masters? Our girls were just getting warmed up, and you were already done. Even if you are soul masters, you're nothing but trash among trash."
"These three are all yours now. Leave one person to guard the entrance. Don't let these penniless scoundrels sneak in and freeload with our girls again!"
As the madam strutted proudly back into the dark alley, the five men exchanged glances, excitement evident in their eyes.
"Boss, you go first. I'll keep watch, and you can call me when you're done!"
"Fourth Brother, you've always been the most sensible! You guys go ahead this time. As the big brother, I need to lead by example!"
As the burly men dragged the three deeper into the alley, Wu Ling, Shui Bing'er, and the others murmured softly:
"Isn't that Tang San and Tang Chuan from the Suotuo City Great Spirit Arena? The one next to them looks like Oscar."
"Seems like it. But people like them deserve what they get."
Wu Ling and Shui Bing'er exchanged a glance, mutual disgust in their eyes.
As for where Flender and the others were—they were naturally drinking and chatting in a private room on the second floor.
What actually happened was that Oscar had persuaded Tang Chuan to go out and have some fun.
Tang Chuan thought it was a great idea and brought Tang San along.
Tang San had initially refused but eventually gave in to his sworn brother's persuasion. Later, they even called Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai.
Those two drank themselves silly, completely forgetting they no longer had certain… capabilities, and were eventually carried down to the first floor.
What followed was Oscar assuming the prices here were the same as in Suotuo City, but after the deed was done…
'Ahem!'
This is the Douluo Continent, the most unorthodox of fantasy worlds—those who get it, get it.
"Let's go. Respect their life choices—no need to interfere with their… unhealthy lifestyles."
Fu Ye was truly at a loss for words. He had basically never provoked Tang San or Tang Chuan. Even when he did, they had started it first.
And now Tang San was trying to skip out on paying at a brothel?
This reincarnated God King was something else—first, he ruined Tang San's first spirit ring, then he led him to solicit prostitutes.
Tang San was truly a Buddha-level figure—he destroyed his brother's first spirit ring and helped him choose one that was barely a hundred years old.
Now that these two living Buddhas were keeping each other in check, Fu Ye felt he didn't even need to lift a finger—they would destroy themselves.
As for old Tang Hao… what a fool. His marriage had no emotional foundation to begin with, and even his children seemed like they were picked up from the garbage.
According to the coordinates Fu Ye had left on Tang Hao, the man was currently drinking in a tavern in the Star Luo Imperial City, thousands of kilometers away.
'Tch… Did Hao really let these two good-for-nothing sons run wild on their own?'
Meanwhile, in a tavern tucked away in a dark alley in Star Luo City, Tang Hao casually tossed out dozens of gold soul coins. Though his clothes were tattered, he held a seductively dressed nightclub girl in his arms!
"Oh my, Brother Tian, you're so bad and so manly"
The heavily made-up girl coquettishly snuggled into Tang Hao's arms. Hearing her words, he took a large swig of strong liquor.
"Hahahaha!!!"
"Of course! I, Tang Tian, am the boldest man of all!"
The nightclub girl's inner thoughts: 'Damn it… if it weren't for the money and mental compensation, I would never let a stinking beggar like you touch me!'
...
The next day, the competition commenced as scheduled.
For the other teams, Tianshui Academy—which had defeated the second team of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy in mere seconds the day before—had become a major competitor.
After all, they had revealed two Martial Soul Fusion Skills right at the start of the tournament! Many teams had already begun studying how to counter the Tianshui team.
Fu Ye sat on the high platform, flanked as always by the Jiang Jing and Xue Ke.
Emperor Xue Ye of Heaven Dou watched the matches with a haggard expression, as though he were in mourning.
"Hehe, Brother Fu Ye, aren't those three from Heaven Dou Royal Academy the same ones thrown out of the brothel last night?"
Xue Ke spoke without restraint, knowing full well her father wouldn't dare anger her husband.
"Hehe, it does seem that way."
The Jiang Jing also covered her mouth and giggled. As a former noble lady, she was well aware of the unsavory ordeal those three had endured the previous night.
Given how they kept covering their rear ends during the fight, it wasn't hard to guess that last night's events had left a deep psychological scar.
"Ahem! Young ladies, you shouldn't dwell on such matters. We ought to respect their… personal interests and hobbies."
Fu Ye cleared his throat and offered this remark, though his words only seemed to darken Xue Ye's expression further.
The old foxes present could read between the lines of what Fu Ye, Jiang Jing, and Xue Ke implied. Respect their personal hobbies? Visiting brothels counted as a personal hobby?
Notably, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe was also in attendance today, standing behind Xue Ye with a faint smile gracing his features.
Seeing the smile on his son's face, Xue Ye grew furious and turned to him with a stern look.
"Qinghe, they are students of Heaven Dou Royal Academy. You…"
Before he could finish, Xue Qinghe responded with a smile, "Father, the academy is now fully managed by Earl Xue Xing. I am merely the nominal acting head."
In one sentence, he shifted all blame onto Xue Xing. His swift reply made it clear he had anticipated this very move.
Ugly—Xue Ye's expression turned utterly foul.
Xue Xing, for his part, was drenched in nervous sweat. After all, he had been the one to recruit Tang San and Tang Chuan.
With his influence waning, he had jumped at the chance when Flender—a high-level Soul Saint, Li Yusong—a low-level Soul Emperor, and Shao Xin—a Food System Soul Saint expressed interest in joining the academy.
He hadn't hesitated even when they demanded to teach their own students independently and reduce him to a figurehead.
Just like when he had once rescued Dugu Bo, the old poison master now treated him with courtesy whenever they met.
"Your Majesty, their instructors are all Soul Saints. They agreed to join only if they could accept students freely, so I…"
Xue Xing was genuinely panicking now. To recruit instructors for the academy, only someone in his weakened position would agree to such terms.
"Enough."
Xue Ye felt as though he were punching cotton—frustrated and utterly helpless.
Soon, with the cooperation of Tang San and Tang Chuan, their opposing team was swiftly defeated, securing their first victory of the day.
As the audience cheered, a sudden, shrill voice reached the ears of Fu Ye and the others.
"Alright! Xiao San! Xiao Chuan! Just like that! They won! My two disciples are peerless geniuses! Hahahaha!!"
Well.
It was a fat man with a shrill voice, gesturing effeminately with an orchid hand.
"Brother Fu Ye, that person is so disgusting."
The Jiang Jing was the first to voice her displeasure.
"Hmm! He gives off a… ambiguous vibe."
Xue Ke also felt distinctly uncomfortable.
Fu Ye was equally baffled. How had Yu Xiaogang changed so much in such a short time?
He gave the impression of Lu Zhishen leaning over and whispering in your ear: "I just turned eighteen~"!
Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly at the spectacle. Though he had witnessed many distasteful scenes, this was his first time seeing something so visually striking.
"He appears to be an instructor at your Heaven Dou Royal Academy."
Fu Ye's remark sent a jolt through everyone present.
Xue Ye stared at Xue Xing in disbelief, while the latter hung his head and muttered softly, "It wasn't my fault. He is Yu Tianheng's uncle, the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Xiaogang. I consulted Your Majesty at the time, and you told me to invite him in and treat him with the utmost respect."
Xue Xing felt deeply wronged. He had done it all for the empire's future, so why did he always end up shouldering the blame?
'I quit! After this tournament, I'm resigning as dean of Heaven Dou Royal Academy!'
"Tsk, I never imagined Your Majesty Xue Ye had such… unique tastes. I'll take note."
Fu Ye bowed mockingly to Xue Ye, and then—
Ning Fengzhi: +1
Salas: +1
Xue Ye's face flushed red, then purpled with suppressed rage. It was clear he was furious, but in the end, he swallowed the filthy words he couldn't bring himself to utter aloud.
"The next match will be between Team Tianshui and Team Elephant Armor! Both teams, please take the stage!"
As the referee announced, seven burly young men from the Elephant Armored Clan team marched toward the ring in unison.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Their heavy footsteps made the stage groan. On the other side, the Tianshui team was just below the stage.
To everyone's astonishment, the eleven young women were playing… rock-paper-scissors?
Wu Ling: "Great! I get to rest today! Go for it, sisters!"
Zhu Zhuyun: "Do your best, sisters. I have faith in you."
Dugu Yan: "Come on, sisters."
Xue Wu: "Bing'er, you'll lead the team today!"
And so, under the disbelieving eyes of the crowd, the four of them left hand in hand.
Only seven members of the Tianshui team remained on the field, slight displeasure evident on their faces.
"How long?"
"It might be a little tricky, but it should be over in five seconds."
"Yeah! Let's do it!"
Shui Bing'er, Shui Yue'er, Yu Hairou, Shen Liuyu, Zhu Zhuqing, Meng Yiran, and Ning Rongrong exchanged glances, then stepped onto the stage together.
"Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"
"First Soul Skill: Strength Amplification!"
"Second Soul Skill: Agility Amplification!"
"Third Soul Skill: Soul Power!"
Nine-colored lights instantly descended upon the other six.
On the opposite side, the Elephant Armoured Team members charged forward in unison.
"Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Extreme Ice Phoenix!"
A magnificent ice phoenix hurtled toward Huyan Li and his teammates. In that single move, they were frozen solid and lost consciousness—without even getting a chance to activate their head spirit bone abilities.
There was nothing flashy about it; it was pure soul power suppression!
Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er, both Soul Kings, possessed power comparable to Soul Saints after their Martial Souls fused—especially since both wielded Ultimate Ice!
Everyone present stared in shock. Only one thought crossed their minds: 'They stood up, they struck, they won in one move—what more is there to say?'
In a shadowy corner of the viewing platform, a middle-aged man with a vicious and wretched face stared intently at Shui Bing'er and the others.
...
On the high platform, Fu Ye wore a relaxed expression as he enjoyed Xue Ke's massage and was fed fruit by the little cat girl, Jiang Jing.
Huyan Zhen, the master of the Elephant Armored Clan, watched this scene with wide, disbelieving eyes.
"Ahhh—!!"
His eyes bloodshot, he was on the verge of leaping down to avenge his son.
But how could Fu Ye allow such a thing?
An immense, invisible force seized Huyan Zhen by the throat, lifting him until he dangled helplessly in the air.
The spectators noticed Huyan Zhen suspended by some unknown power, their faces instantly filling with horror.
One must remember, the man was an 89th-level Soul Douluo! Who possessed the power to treat a clan master like this?!
"Huyan Zhen," Fu Ye's voice cut through the tension, calm yet absolute. "This is the first and last time. I will not tolerate anyone harming my students. Do you understand?"
Huyan Zhen's eyes bulged with shock and fear as he stared at Fu Ye. He never expected this seemingly frail youth to possess such terrifying strength!
"Crack."
Without waiting for a reply, Fu Ye slowly clenched his fist.
A crisp, sickening sound of cracking bone emanated from Huyan Zhen's neck.
Fu Ye then shifted his gaze to Xue Ye,Ning Fengzhi and another observers.
Ning Fengzhi, however, merely gave a slight nod, offering no objection. It went without saying—his own precious daughter was on that team! If Fu Ye hadn't acted, he would have had Bone Douluo eliminate Huyan Zhen himself!
"Spare me... I was wrong," Huyan Zhen choked out, his face turning shades of blue and purple, white foam bubbling at his lips in less than ten seconds.
"Wouldn't it have been easier to admit your mistake sooner? I am not some bloodthirsty monster," Fu Ye said dismissively.
He casually tossed Huyan Zhen onto an empty space behind the platform.
With a heavy thud, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd—everyone except Xue Ke, Jiang Jing, and the composed Ning Fengzhi.
The master of the Elephant Armored Clan, an 89th-level Soul Douluo, had been subdued with laughable ease!
"Alright, hurry up and announce the results. I still need to take these girls shopping," Fu Ye said, standing up and stretching.
Xue Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief as Fu Ye left with the two girls. He understood perfectly that Fu Ye was a walking time bomb; one misstep could mean doom for the entire Heaven Dou royal family.
"I declare Tianshui Academy the winner!"
With the match ending so quickly, they had plenty of time to spare.
Bing'er: "Hehe, that was an exciting match today."
Xuewu: "I didn't feel much. It was over in one blow. Nothing to talk about."
Xue Ke: "I think Brother Fu Ye looked even more impressive when he dealt with Uncle Huyan Zhen."
Yue'er: "Sister Xue Ke, do tell us more."
Fu Ye took the four girls out, buying them whatever they fancied. Money was no object to him; he certainly wasn't lacking.
But the old fool, Yu Xiaogang, was in for a world of suffering. After all, he had been the one shouting the loudest during the match today.
Fu Ye activated his real-time positioning ability.
Inside the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Yu Xiaogang was discussing combat tactics with the core team members, Tang San and Tang Chuan.
However, both Tang San and Tang Chuan now looked down on Yu Xiaogang deeply. Despite having formally acknowledged him as their master, their disdain was palpable.
Especially Tang Chuan, the reincarnated God King. The mere proximity to Yu Xiaogang made him nauseous, vividly recalling the incident from three years ago.
"Ugh—"
As Yu Xiaogang droned on about some theory he'd just read in a book, Tang Chuan couldn't suppress a dry heave.
"Xiaochuan, what's wrong?" Yu Xiaogang asked, concerned for his favorite disciple.
"It's nothing, Teacher. I must have eaten something bad. Ugh—"
Watching this through his surveillance on the other side, Fu Ye's adaptability proved strong. He immediately issued a command to his two puppets, Yu Xiaogang and Tang Chuan.
As wisps of pink dust were inhaled by the three individuals, Fu Ye promptly cut off the live feed.
"Yu Xiaogang, don't blame me for being cruel. I'm about to sever your tendons and destroy your pitiful twenty-plus levels of cultivation."
"I hope you can handle this... surprise," Fu Ye mused, silently mourning the suffering Yu Xiaogang's own lack of talent had brought upon him.
He would personally cripple him and destroy his spirit power. Moreover, he intended to carry out this sacred act of vengeance alongside Yu Xiaogang's dream girl, Bibi Dong!
After taking Bing'er and the others to explore the snack street and the bustling market, they soon wandered into a dimly lit alley for reasons unknown.
By the time Shui Bing'er and the others sensed the wrongness in their surroundings, it was already too late. Fu Ye didn't warn them; he wanted to see how long it would take for the girls to realize they had fallen into an illusion.
But their performance wasn't bad—they noticed the anomaly upon entering the dark alley.
"Hey, how much longer are you going to hide? You're wasting my time," Fu Ye said casually.
With a flick of his wrist, a water pipe deep within the illusion lost all gravity and flew straight into Fu Ye's grasp.
"Crack."
Shui Bing'er and the others looked on in surprise, but they would soon understand the situation.
The water pipe in Fu Ye's hand gradually morphed into a middle-aged man with a wretched appearance and a treacherous face.
"How is this possible?! How did you find me?!" the bound man cried out, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Find you? Because I am a Limit Douluo. Shi Nian, did you truly believe your petty tricks could fool my eyes?" Fu Ye retorted.
Applying gentle pressure, Shi Nian's body disintegrated into dust, vanishing into the air. Only a crystalline, illusory head spirit bone remained, floating before Fu Ye.
The little girls behind Fu Ye fell into a stunned silence, having witnessed him reduce a Soul Saint to dust with a single move.
Finally, Yue'er was the first to speak. "I feel Brother Fu Ye has been quite gentle with us."
"Yeah, I feel the same way now."
"Feeling +1"
"Feeling +2"
Hearing this, Fu Ye's face darkened. "That's enough from you four."
This incident was merely a minor episode. It wasn't that the girls were cold-hearted; in the world of soul masters, death in combat was commonplace.
They understood perfectly that without Fu Ye today, none of them would have lived to see tomorrow.
That evening, all the girls returned to their dormitory to rest and prepare.
"What a shame. We have a match tomorrow, so we can't have fun tonight," Xue Wu sighed.
"It's alright, Sister Xue Wu. Xue Ke and Jing will help Brother Fu Ye," came the reply.
"Ahhh! Xiao Xue Ke, you're cheating!"
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