"Hehe, isn't this an old friend? I didn't expect us to meet again after two years."
As Zhao Wuji turned into flying ash and dissipated, Flender, the honorary dean of Shrek, finally rushed over—only to see the one person he never wanted to see again in his life. Hearing Fu Ye's voice, Flender's pupils shrank, and under the astonished gazes of the Shrek students, he acted unexpectedly.
"Please forgive us, Your Excellency. These unruly students of mine are ignorant and have offended you. Please show mercy, and I will take them away immediately."
Flender was truly terrified. Knowing Ma Hongjun's nature, he could easily guess what had happened, especially with such a beautiful girl in Fu Ye's arms.
"Hehe, that won't do. Your 'good disciple' just said he was going to hit me and steal the girl in my arms."
Fu Ye could only describe Flender's educational standards as trash. How could a Spirit Saint teach such a group of bastards and preach that "if you don't cause trouble, you're a mediocre talent"?
"Your Excellency, but you already killed my broth—"
Before he could finish, a flash of sword light flickered, and Flender's arm was cleanly severed.
Squelch!
Blood sprayed from his shoulder. Flender, worthy of being a Spirit Saint, managed to endure without a single scream, kneeling on the ground while clutching his stump in silence.
"Your brother? Anyone who shows killing intent toward me seems to be dead already."
Fu Ye's cold eyes looked at Flender indifferently. The man was sensible; he didn't try to fight back despite Zhao Wuji's death and his own lost arm. Fu Ye didn't care to waste more words.
"As the dean, you allowed your students to commit evil. You're just as bad as you were two years ago."
Swish!
Another sword light flashed, and the right arm of the charred Ma Hongjun was ripped away by Fu Ye. Fresh blood flowed, and the boy's face turned pale instantly.
"Hongjun!" Flender regretted everything. Why had he allowed his disciple to frequent brothels? If he had restrained them, they wouldn't have provoked this "Plague God" today.
"Get out."
Fu Ye had nothing more to say to Flender. Last time, he had been merciful enough to let him live. This time, given his somewhat sincere attitude, he would settle for one arm from both teacher and student. As for Ma Hongjun, he was worse off than a roasted pig—at least a roasted pig's skin is crispy; he was charred to at least medium-well. If not for his soul power and fire resistance, he would be ash like Zhao Wuji.
"Brother Fu Ye, they..."
Zhu Zhuqing was pressed into Fu Ye's chest, her face flushed red. She didn't resist. She knew that some things were inevitable. Now, she didn't have to worry about her family or survival. This peaceful, happy life was something others could only dream of.
"Have you eaten enough? If so, let's go up and rest."
Tang San and the others had long since vanished, and Fu Ye didn't care to track them down. He hadn't come here to kill them, but if they continued to court death while he was around, he wouldn't mind sending them to reincarnation early.
"Mhm, Brother Fu Ye, I'm full." Zhuqing closed her beautiful eyes nervously.
[Zhu Zhuqing's current Affection: 98%]
Under the terrified and envious gazes of the remaining diners, Fu Ye carried Zhuqing up the stairs. She buried her face in his chest, her skin so hot it seemed to emit a faint mist.
Fu Ye's top-tier room was on the fourth floor. While not as luxurious as the Rose Hotel, it was still excellent. After washing up, Fu Ye lay on the large bed in his gold-trimmed pajamas, reading a Spirit Master magazine.
Rustle...
A soft sound came from the bathroom. The door opened, and a stunning figure stepped out amidst the steam.
Black cat ears, a black cat tail, purple gauze clothing, lace straps...
Fu Ye: (☆_☆)
Zhu Zhuqing was "cheating"—she was currently in her Spirit Possession state! Being a Beast Spirit Master, she gained distinct feline traits like ears and a tail in this form.
"Brother Fu Ye... am I pretty?"
[Zhu Zhuqing's current Affection: 99%]
Fu Ye felt his resolve crumbling. He had planned to wait a couple more years until the "little cat" was fully ripe, but seeing her like this, "green" seemed like it might taste even better.
Zhuqing stepped toward him with a feline grace, her natural scent and milky fragrance hitting Fu Ye's senses.
"Zhuqing, are you sure? Once you take this step, there's no turning back."
Fu Ye spoke the words, but his actions were dominant as he pinned her against the wall. On the other side of that very wall, Dai Mubai jumped at the noise. When he heard the name "Zhuqing," his pupils dilated in shock. He pressed his ear against the wall, unable to believe what he was hearing.