"Let us once again congratulate the Tianshui Team for securing the victory in this match!"
As the referee's booming voice echoed throughout the massive arena, the little girls standing on the stage looked at one another and simply shrugged their delicate shoulders.
They honestly hadn't wanted the match to end so quickly, but the members of Canghui Academy had literally stood in place, glowing brightly, practically inviting them to attack.
Of course, they understood perfectly well that the opposing team was attempting to execute a Seven-in-One Spirit Fusion Skill. Fu Ye had warned them about it beforehand. However, the cast time for that particular skill was ridiculously long. It was so slow, in fact, that by the time Shui Bing'er and the girls were already smashing their attacks directly into Canghui Academy's faces, their opponents were still standing there, foolishly shimmering with light.
Outside the arena, Fu Ye took the opportunity to take Wu Ling, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing out for a leisurely stroll through the bustling capital.
After the brutal precedent he had set yesterday by casually dangling the colossal Huyan Zhen in mid-air, anyone who had witnessed Fu Ye's terrifying methods—aside from the foolish, dead Shi Nian—knew exactly what to do. The moment they spotted him walking alongside the Tianshui Academy members, the crowds tacitly and respectfully backed away, giving them a wide berth.
However, there were always a few individuals in the world who believed they were special exceptions, foolishly assuming that Fu Ye wouldn't actually dare to kill them.
"Brother Fu Ye, Wu Ling wants to eat those candied treats!"
Wu Ling looked at the nearby vendor selling candied hawthorn skewers, her bright, ruby-like eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated joy. She clung affectionately to Fu Ye's arm, her soft, delicate body pressing gently against him. Her vibrant energy was infectious, and seeing her so happy made both Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing feel a stir of craving as well.
"Alright, if you want to eat them, we'll buy them," Fu Ye smiled indulgently, his tone dripping with warmth.
However, just as Fu Ye and his beautiful companions were enjoying their peaceful date, they unexpectedly crossed paths with a deeply distressed-looking Yu Xiaogang, who was being trailed closely by Tang San and Tang Chuan.
"Brother Fu Ye, you have to try a bite too! This pastry is incredibly delicious!"
Completely ignoring the newcomers, Wu Ling pinched a piece of delicate cake between her slender, porcelain-white fingers. She stood beautifully on her tiptoes, her face flushing with sweet affection as she gently pressed the treat against Fu Ye's lips. Smelling the sweet, inviting aroma of the cake—and intoxicated by the sheer adoration radiating from Wu Ling's breathtaking smile—Fu Ye didn't hesitate for a second. He opened his mouth and ate it right from her fingers.
The sweet cream melted in his throat. It was fragrant and utterly delicious.
"Mm, it really is delicious," Fu Ye praised, his eyes softening as he looked down at her.
Standing a short distance away, Tang Chuan and his master noticed the incredibly intimate display between Fu Ye and little Wu Ling.
Upon witnessing this scene, Tang Chuan's eyes instantly darkened, flashing with an intense, suffocating gloom. Xiao Wu and Wu Ling had always been the insurmountable hurdle in his heart. Seeing the girl who so closely resembled the love of his past and present lives being completely monopolized and cherished by that bastard Fu Ye made it nearly impossible for him to suppress the raging fires of his jealousy.
Wu Ling bore an eighty-percent resemblance to Xiao Wu, but looking closely, she possessed a much more heroic, vivid, and breathtakingly vibrant aura that made her entirely unique—and arguably even more captivating.
"Brother Fu Ye is so biased! Rongrong's little cake is clearly just as delicious!"
Seeing the deep intimacy between Fu Ye and Wu Ling, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but feel a cute, bubbling surge of jealousy. She elegantly glided over to his other side, her perfectly tailored dress fluttering as she wrapped her slender arms around his waist. She looked up at him with a beautiful, enchanting pout, her azure eyes silently demanding her own share of his exclusive affection and pampering.
"You girls... sigh, you're all as incredibly adorable as ever," Fu Ye chuckled warmly. He reached out, gently patting both Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing on their small, delicate heads.
Zhu Zhuqing's personality was naturally cold and reserved, but Fu Ye knew perfectly well that deep down in her heart, this solitary little cat desperately yearned for his praise and touch. That was exactly why he made sure to frequently interact with her in their daily lives, gently melting away her icy exterior.
"Mm~"
Zhu Zhuqing didn't utter a single word, but she instinctively leaned into his warm palm like a contented kitten. The deep, mesmerizing flush of red that spread across her usually stoic, flawless cheeks was more than enough to express the immense warmth and safety swelling within her chest.
"Brother Fu Ye, aren't those two guys standing over there Tang San and Tang Chuan? The ones who got thrown out of the brothel the night before last?"
Wu Ling suddenly blinked, noticing the two youths standing nearby. Her voice was pure and innocent, but the impression those two had left in her heart was utterly abhorrent and repulsive.
Hearing Wu Ling's casual remark, Tang San and Tang Chuan's faces instantly changed colors.
They had actually been seen getting tossed out of the brothel by Wu Ling and the others?!
Just the thought of it made their faces cycle rapidly between bruised green and pale white from sheer mortification. However, Fu Ye's next words would plunge them straight into a cold, terrifying sweat.
To everyone's surprise, Fu Ye released his girls and took a rare, deliberate step directly toward Yu Xiaogang's group.
"Gangzi, long time no see."
Fu Ye stared at the bloated, mountain-of-flesh-like Yu Xiaogang standing before him, his golden eyes brimming with a deeply piercing, mocking smile.
However, upon hearing that specific name, a flash of pure, existential terror instantly erupted within Yu Xiaogang's eyes. His gaze became frantic, violently dodging and darting around before finally fixing onto Fu Ye's handsome face.
"Gangzi, looking at me with such a suspicious, doubting gaze truly disappoints me. There's no need to doubt. It's me, your good friend, Fu Ye."
Fu Ye displayed a remarkably kind, amiable smile. Perhaps Yu Xiaogang's recent life had simply been far too comfortable and pampered. Just looking at him right now made Fu Ye feel a strong, sudden urge to directly sever his tendons and shatter his limbs.
"That name... No! Impossible! You can't possibly be him! He's already dead! He died twenty years ago!!!"
All of a sudden, Yu Xiaogang descended into a state of sheer, frenzied madness. His sudden, terrifying outburst completely startled both Tang San and Tang Chuan, who were standing right behind him.
Wu Ling, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong watched this scene with deeply confused expressions. After all, they recognized Yu Xiaogang, even if he didn't look like a good person in the slightest.
"Gangzi, is this truly how you treat an old friend? It really does make one feel profoundly disappointed," Fu Ye sighed mockingly.
Indeed, Fu Ye was finally ready to start applying some real, psychological pressure on this stupid pig. Back in the Supreme Pontiff's Palace of Spirit Hall, Fu Ye had always referred to him by that exact nickname: Gangzi.
Naturally, Fu Ye wasn't the least bit worried about the man trying to run away. After all, he had already planted a highly advanced tracking device inside him.
"Teacher! What's wrong with you?!"
Tang Chuan, the deceitful old boy who didn't even respect his own ancestors, rushed forward. Whether it was purely an act or born from some twisted genuine emotion, he actually showed deep concern for a hypocritical fraud like Yu Xiaogang.
"Fu Ye! You bastard! What the hell did you just do to my teacher?!"
Tang Chuan glared at Fu Ye, his face twisting with immense, burning rage and hatred.
Unfortunately for him, Fu Ye was currently in his "I do whatever I please" phase. He absolutely refused to tolerate anyone shouting or barking aggressively at him. He didn't have a single shred of patience to spare for such trash.
Snap.
With a gentle, effortless lift of Fu Ye's hand, Tang Chuan was instantly hoisted up by his neck and suspended completely in mid-air. No matter how frantically he struggled, kicked, or applied his spirit power, it was entirely futile.
"Please, learn to recognize your own reality. You are not some destined 'Child of Heaven'. You are nothing more than a pathetic, miserable insect who can't even break through to the Spirit King realm."
Watching Tang Chuan's face gradually turn a deep, suffocating shade of purple, Fu Ye felt incredibly refreshed. Doing whatever he wanted without restraint felt exceptionally good. However, he knew he had to hold back just a little bit. Toys were meant to be played with slowly; directly breaking them in a single sitting simply wasn't his style.
BANG!
With a flick of his wrist, Tang Chuan was transformed into a blur of motion, violently smashed directly into a nearby decorative rockery. Seeing this brutal, one-sided suppression, the surrounding civilian onlookers instantly scattered like a flock of frightened birds. After all, when Spirit Masters fought, innocent bystanders suffered. Furthermore, this was an absolute, one-sided crushing; staying around meant they might accidentally get heavily injured.
"Cough! Cough!" Tang Chuan lay crumpled on the ground, violently coughing up mouthfuls of fresh blood. It was obvious he had sustained severe internal injuries.
"Little Chuan!"
Seeing his beloved disciple so brutally wounded, Yu Xiaogang let out a furious roar and lunged forward, fully intending to physically attack Fu Ye. However...
BOOM!
Fu Ye casually threw a single punch directly into Yu Xiaogang's chest. A terrifying cracking sound echoed as a massive section of the Grandmaster's ribcage instantly caved inward.
"I truly never expected that after twenty years, you would forget me—your very best friend—so completely. I literally spent three entire years playing around inside your little boyfriend's academy, and you still failed to recognize who I was. You truly make my heart ache, Gangzi."
Fu Ye slowly and elegantly stepped up to the collapsed Yu Xiaogang. Meanwhile, Tang San stood rooted to the spot, his face completely blank and lost. He didn't understand. He simply couldn't comprehend why Fu Ye, who had always seemed so profoundly kind and gentle to the girls, would suddenly unleash such merciless, brutal violence upon his teacher and his brother!