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"Xiao San, your brother's condition is a classic case of overindulgence. His vitality is completely drained, and the blood he coughed up was likely triggered by emotional shock."
Fu Ye's tone was calm as he looked at Tang Chuan, who had fainted from anger.
Tang San's expression turned complicated.
He couldn't help but recall how his brother had been acting lately—disappearing every night and only returning in the morning with heavy dark circles.
"Take him back and let him rest," Fu Ye continued. "He just needs proper food and a few days of recovery. I'll give him three days off. And you… keep an eye on him. Don't let him keep chasing women around."
Tang San nodded seriously.
Over these four years, he had come to deeply respect Fu Ye.
Whether it was knowledge about spirit beasts, absorption techniques, or obscure theories—Fu Ye always had precise and flawless answers.
Compared to that…
His own teacher, Yu Xiaogang, had only told him he possessed twin martial souls.
Everything else?
"Go read it yourself."
That was the reality.
"Thank you, teacher."
Tang San bowed and left.
—
"Fu Ye, is that Tang Chuan guy sick or something? His brain doesn't seem normal…"
Xiao Wu frowned, clearly disgusted.
"Why bother with him?" Fu Ye shrugged lazily. "We're here to enjoy life. Being teachers is just for fun."
He smiled, relaxed and carefree.
After all—
Work was just something to get by.
As long as you weren't fired and the money still came in…
Why take it seriously?
Holding Xiao Wu in his arms, humming lightly—
Life couldn't be better.
"Mm-hmm!"
Evening — Work-Study Dormitory
The dorm was empty.
Everyone had gone to eat.
Tang Chuan slowly woke up.
"Grrrr…"
His stomach growled loudly.
Pain spread through his entire body.
"Damn… it hurts…"
He sat up slowly, feeling a sharp ache in his sides. His lower back throbbed like it was being pierced by needles.
Even his face hurt.
Had he fallen earlier?
"Xiao San…?"
He called weakly.
No response.
Looking outside, he realized—
It was already dusk.
The empty dorm felt suffocating.
A wave of loneliness crashed over him.
His Xiao Wu…
Had been taken.
Three years ago.
Stolen.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! WHY?! WHY ME?!!!"
His scream echoed through the room.
He howled for a long time.
His Xiao Wu had betrayed him.
She had been with another man.
He—
A God King—
Had been cuckolded.
He clenched his fists.
"I'll kill him… I'll kill his entire family…!"
His gaze swept across the dorm.
And then—
He saw it.
A half-bag of stale coarse bread beside Wang Sheng's bed.
Fifteen Minutes Later — Outside Notting City
Tang Chuan left.
Silently.
Without looking back.
He was now a level 22 Grand Soul Master.
Enough to begin his plan.
"Dugu Bo…"
A cold smile formed on his face.
Once he obtained that Titled Douluo as his subordinate—
Everything would change.
Fu Ye would die.
Xiao Wu…
Would become his once more.
His toy.
His possession.
His gaze darkened.
Then—
Another thought crossed his mind.
Dugu Yan.
Her figure…
Her appearance…
A twisted smile crept onto his face.
"In this life… I won't hold back."
He would have everything.
Rain or shine.
The God King would rise again.
At the Same Time — Fu Ye's Villa
Fu Ye lay comfortably on a soft bed, holding Xiao Wu in his arms.
He already knew.
Tang Chuan had left the city.
After all—
A peak Douluo-level shadow puppet had been placed in his shadow days ago.
Every movement…
Every action…
Recorded.
Perfectly.
Fu Ye even had countless recording crystals.
From every angle.
But he had never watched them.
Too disturbing.
Even for him.
Still—
Tang Chuan's destination was obvious.
"Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well…"
Fu Ye chuckled.
There was nothing left there.
He had already taken everything worth taking.
Only Dugu Bo remained.
Living peacefully.
Taking care of plants.
Relaxing.
"What will Tang Chuan find there?"
Fu Ye smirked.
"A slap, probably."
Instead of following him directly—
He purchased a third-person perspective.
Tang San's viewpoint.
The moment he switched—
The world changed.
—
A dense forest.
Night had fallen.
Tang San climbed a tree and quickly wove a cocoon-like sleeping bag using Blue Silver Grass.
He hung it from the trunk.
Stable.
Secure.
"Not bad…"
Fu Ye nodded.
Three minutes later—
"…?"
The sleeping bag began shaking violently.
Wind?
No.
Something was wrong.
Tang San's hands glowed green as he desperately tried to reinforce it.
Two and a half minutes passed.
Then—
"RIP!!!"
The top of the cocoon was torn apart.
Moonlight poured in.
And then—
A massive shadow.
"THUD! THUD! THUD!"
"ROOOOAAARRR!!!"
A giant, fur-covered creature beat its chest violently.
Behind it—
Dozens more.
Doing the same.
Gorillas.
A whole troop.
Tang Chuan, exhausted and powerless, was struck directly—
"BAM!"
His vision blurred.
Then—
"RIP—!"
His clothes were torn.
His body temperature rising unnaturally.
Fu Ye immediately cut the feed.
No hesitation.
"Yeah… no thanks."
But what truly mattered was this—
That group?
A troop of hundred-year Vajra Gorillas.
At least fifty of them.
And worst of all—
They were known for having… very questionable behavior.
Toward anything.
Regardless of gender.
—
Fu Ye leaned back.
Silently.
For once—
Even he didn't want to keep watching.