In the end, Fu Ye was dragged out of Yuexuan by his ear by Tang Yuehua.
Unfortunately for her—
Several students arriving for class witnessed the entire scene.
"Wow… Fu Ye and Instructor Yuehua have such a good relationship."
"Teacher Yuehua is blushing! Don't tell me she likes him?"
"Brother, you're insane. You even dare to pursue Instructor Yuehua."
"My father died young. If Brother Fu Ye doesn't mind, I'm willing—"
"Shut up! Our dad is only thirty!"
Outside the gates, Fu Ye looked at Tang Yuehua's flustered expression and found it incredibly cute.
Cute—
But not edible right now.
He'd been teased into a firestorm.
Tonight, he would deepen his "emotional exchange" with Ah Yin instead.
As for Yuexuan—
They had agreed.
He would return the afternoon after tomorrow.
There was still plenty for the students to learn. Temperament training was Tang Yuehua's responsibility.
He only needed to help during guqin sessions.
Truthfully—
The benefits were excellent.
Even as a so-called assistant, Tang Yuehua was paying him 1,500 gold soul coins a month.
For ordinary people, that was astronomical.
For Fu Ye?
He had infinite money.
He was more interested in building emotional connection.
Tang Hao wasn't coming here anyway.
One day he would take Yuehua back to the Clear Sky Clan, greet those old fossils—
And then beat Tang Hao senseless.
As for Tang San's mother—
Fu Ye had already started browsing candidates.
His system store sold everything.
Decent or indecent.
Minor changes were acceptable.
Major destiny could not be altered.
As long as Tang Hao lived, Tang San would still be born.
Fu Ye had briefly considered pairing Chrysanthemum Douluo with Tang Hao.
Then decided that might be too abstract.
After all—
First Martial Spirit: Immortal Herb Qirong Tongtian Ju.
Second Martial Spirit: Clear Sky Hammer.
That combination would be monstrous.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's ultimate was practically Tang San's Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus.
Yue Guan: "Chrysanthemum petals fall, the earth stained red…"
Tang San: "Take this—Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus Pro-Max!"
The mental image was terrifying.
Back at Ju Xiang Pavilion, Ah Yin had awakened.
She sat on the balcony sofa, quietly photosynthesizing.
For her, basking in sunlight was pure relaxation.
At nine in the evening, Fu Ye held Ah Yin under the open sky, admiring the moon.
It wasn't Mid-Autumn Festival.
Yet the moon was exceptionally round.
At that moment—
A white-clad figure appeared beside Fu Ye and cupped his fists.
"Many thanks, brother."
"No need for courtesy. I may be away for a while. Please look after Ju Xiang Pavilion."
Fu Ye smiled lazily.
He knew exactly who it was.
After two full days of enlightenment—
Chen Xin had finally awakened.
"Rest assured. If Ju Xiang Pavilion faces trouble, I, Chen Xin, will be the first to act."
"Much appreciated."
Chen Xin nodded and departed.
Fu Ye then lifted Ah Yin into his arms.
Her expression was still slightly innocent and confused.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered softly.
"Wife."
"Mm~"
Dragons were inherently lustful.
And Fu Ye carried the Dragon God Martial Spirit—
The pure Dragon God bloodline.
Though the Dragon God of Douluo was technically a hybrid dragon—
In this world, it was the ancestor of all soul beasts.
The strongest.
Without equal.
Elsewhere.
Spirit Hall.
The interrogation chamber now held four people.
Two were new.
The previous two hadn't survived the final round of concentrated salt water before dawn.
Bibi Dong's eyes were colder than ever.
The two new department managers trembled visibly.
She had already sentenced them to death.
Confess and die quickly.
Remain silent—
And the whip would tear flesh from bone.
If they endured that—
Knives would follow.
And the flesh carved from them would be fed to dogs in front of their eyes.
She wanted to see how long their loyalty would last.
Swish.
Crack.
One whip tore open the flesh of a fat manager's chest.
"AAAAH!!!"
Cold sweat poured from his forehead.
Swish!
CRACK!
The next strike shattered his kneecap.
The force was monstrous.
"I'll talk! I'll talk! Holy Maiden, I'll talk!"
Soft.
Bibi Dong nodded.
Without asking anything—
She walked to the other prisoner.
Swish!
CRACK!
His shoulder snapped instantly.
"I'll speak! I—"
She didn't stop.
Another whip tore open his waist.
Then she returned to the fat man, who had already lost control of his bladder.
One more strike.
Bone shattered again.
"Spare me! It was Yu Xiaogang! It was Yu Xiaogang! I took dirty money—but I don't deserve death!"
Finally—
The answer she wanted.
She turned to the other.
Swish!
"It was Yu Xiaogang! He bribed me! He threatened me! If I spoke, I'd die! It was him!"
Bibi Dong smiled.
Brightly.
Behind her, several guards controlled five or six ten-year soul dogs.
A Soul Ancestor stood ready to heal.
"These two traitors who survived last night are useless now. Every fifteen minutes, cut off one limb and feed it to the dogs. Let the newcomers watch what betrayal looks like."
A chill swept through the room.
Everyone knew.
Yu Xiaogang was finished.
The doors opened.
Two tall figures stood outside.
"Uncle Ghost, please invite Yu Xiaogang here."
"I have something to discuss with him."