"Fu Ye, it seems Davis's people have noticed me recently."
A rare look of seriousness washed over Zhu Zhuyun's flawless, beautiful face, but upon hearing her words, Fu Ye merely arched his eyebrow playfully.
"Oh? If they noticed you, then they noticed you. You already belong completely to me anyway. Don't tell me you're still thinking about that useless, pathetic waste in your heart?"
As he spoke, Fu Ye reached out and gently pinched her elegant, smooth chin, tilting her breathtaking face upward to carefully inspect her exquisite features.
"Heehee, of course not! I just wanted to let you know, that's all."
Seeing Fu Ye's immediate, fiercely protective reaction, Zhu Zhuyun instantly saw through him. Even someone as unfathomably powerful and god-like as her husband would still feel a sweet, bubbling surge of playful jealousy over her. The thought sent a wonderfully warm, sugary wave of happiness straight through her heart, making her feel intensely cherished and safely wrapped in his absolute possession.
"I'll personally handle everything regarding the Star Luo Empire after the tournament concludes," Fu Ye said, gently squeezing her soft, porcelain-like cheek, his golden eyes brimming with deep affection. "I'll also bring Zhuqing along so we can pay a visit to that fortunate father of yours."
Every single one of his beloved women would receive her rightful, glorious status. As for his future fathers-in-law, he could easily toss them a casual divine position to keep them satisfied—after all, whether a Godking or a minor deity, a God was still a God.
In the future, he would inevitably take his flawless wives away from this world to ascend to higher realms. However, before doing so, he needed to find a sufficiently luxurious "retirement home" for their respective parents. The Divine Realm seemed like a perfectly adequate choice.
Meanwhile, the tender sight of Zhu Zhuyun happily leaning her head against Fu Ye's broad shoulder was caught entirely by Huo Wu, who was observing them from the adjacent table. At this moment, her fiery crimson eyes were filled with a profound sense of loss and heartbreaking bewilderment.
The incredibly handsome, unparalleled man I finally laid my eyes on... already has a girlfriend?
Good heavens! Please don't do this to me!
Huo Wu only lamented why she hadn't crossed paths with him much earlier in life. Finding out that such a perfect, devastatingly charming man was already taken made her proud, fiery heart feel incredibly heavy and squeezed with sorrow.
Naturally, Dugu Yan noticed the sudden, dramatic shift in Huo Wu's expression. With her sharp wit, how could she not realize that this newly adopted little sister had developed a massive, intense crush on her husband?
However, looking at the current situation, that wicked man Fu Ye possessed such an ungodly, terrifying amount of stamina that he completely crushed their entire sisterhood squad single-handedly every single time. Dugu Yan was actively constantly looking for capable new sisters to join the harem and help share the overwhelming, exhausting "load."
After all, during the first half of the year, her playful husband had specifically called her name every single day to indulge in those blissful, intensely passionate nights. For Dugu Yan, that period had been both heavenly and profoundly exhausting.
She had foolishly bragged to the other girls that she had successfully "vanquished" him, but her wicked husband had found out about her boast. The resulting loving punishment had been... unforgettable.
Just thinking about it made Dugu Yan's face flush a brilliant, deep shade of crimson. Heaven only knew how she had survived that month! Every time she closed her eyes, she was desperately sleeping to recover her physical energy; the microsecond she opened them, she was greeted by Fu Ye's devastatingly handsome, wickedly smirking face...
No way! I absolutely need to recruit more allies! Dugu Yan resolved internally. She was determined to drag the fiery, passionate Huo Wu straight into their sisterhood squad!
"Little Sister Huo Wu, if you've truly fallen for Brother Fu Ye, you had better make your move as quickly as possible," Dugu Yan whispered conspiratorially right against Huo Wu's ear. "The little girls in our academy's team are constantly plotting and daydreaming about devouring that wicked man every single day."
"Huh?!!!"
Huo Wu snapped out of her stupor instantly, turning her head to stare at her newly recognized big sister with eyes completely filled with absolute, stunned disbelief.
Dugu Yan looked at the sudden spark of intense excitement and raw hope igniting within the younger girl's crimson eyes, instantly confirming that Huo Wu was already completely hooked on her husband.
"Sister Yan'er, don't tell me you don't..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Dugu Yan gracefully raised a slender finger, gently pressing it against Huo Wu's soft, fiery red lips to silence her.
"Shh~ Keep your voice down, Little Sister Huo Wu. My sister Zhuyun over there is incredibly possessive and highly vigilant, you know."
Hearing Dugu Yan's playful warning, Huo Wu immediately clamped her own hands over her mouth.
Gazing at the voluptuous, ethereal cat goddess Zhu Zhuyun across from her, Huo Wu couldn't help but feel a massive, suffocating mountain of pressure weighing down on her shoulders. She knew perfectly well that every single girl surrounding the Tianshui Team was a top-tier, breathtakingly beautiful masterpiece.
As an outsider trying to openly compete against a united front of such absolute goddesses, her chances were practically non-existent.
But if an open, direct assault won't work... I can always plan a covert, nighttime infiltration! Huo Wu thought fiercely. For the sake of securing her ultimate love, she was entirely willing to cast aside any unnecessary, rigid pride.
Observing the deep, tactical contemplation and the burning fire of raw desire swirling within Huo Wu's eyes, Dugu Yan smirked internally, knowing that welcoming this fiery little sister into the harem was a hundred percent guaranteed.
After all, while her wicked husband was undeniably a bit of a playboy, he treated his women with absolute, boundless devotion. He had never once coerced or mistreated a single girl. He possessed unmatched god-like power, supreme charisma, and was boundlessly generous—showering each of them with top-tier cultivation methods and immortal herbs to elevate their spirits without a single shred of selfishness.
And most importantly, the blissful intimacy with him was...
Heehee, though the sheer duration can leave one completely numb by the morning, the initial wave of pleasure is truly, mind-numbingly heavenly...
Thinking of those wild, ecstatic memories, Dugu Yan's flawless cheeks burned a deep, beautiful shade of rose. Of course, if it weren't for the fact that he was simply too monstrously strong for any single woman to satisfy, she would never be so eager to invite girls like Huo Wu to join their paradise. She was genuinely curious to see where her husband's absolute physical limit truly lay, considering that ever since she had joined him, he had literally never "lost" a single battle.
The Crimson Night
Late that night, inside the quiet luxury of the inn, the petite cat girl Jiang Jing and the sweet Princess Xue Ke were still completely resting, unable to recover their full energy just yet.
After all, during their previous session, Fu Ye had deployed four consecutive Spatial Domains. The time dilation within those barriers compared to the outside world was a staggering twenty-four to one. In other words, Fu Ye had effectively compressed four whole days of intensive, relentless lovemaking into just four hours. The two delicate, petite girls had naturally been thoroughly overwhelmed and "injured" by his boundless vigor, and were currently sleeping soundly under the silk sheets.
Just as Fu Ye was preparing to face a solitary, slightly lonely night, three beautiful, slender shadows gracefully glided onto his open balcony.
"Brother Fu Ye is truly too wicked, actually executing such a heavy, merciless hand on Sister Xue Ke and Sister Jiang Jing."
Xiao Wu stepped forward with elegant, fluid strides, her long legs catching the silver moonlight as she approached Fu Ye's bed, her beautiful eyes overflowing with deep, seductive devotion.
"Heehee, Ruyan has been deeply craving Master's touch lately anyway. Since we don't have to go up and fight in the matches tomorrow, we might as well..."
Han Ruyan stepped into the room, gently licking her pink, plump lips, her voluptuous figure exuding an irresistible aura of pure anticipation and absolute submission.
"Alright, tonight the three of us sisters shall launch a glorious counter-offensive to avenge Sister Xue Ke and Sister Jiang Jing! Sisters, charge!"
The fierce and mature Liu Erlong didn't waste a single second. With a passionate laugh, she lunged forward and pinned Fu Ye directly down onto the plush mattress, while the other two beautiful girls immediately closed in from either side, their soft, delicate hands beginning to playfully tease and roam across his body.
Faced with such an enthusiastic ambush, what else could Fu Ye do? They were all his beloved, precious wives; they could do whatever their hearts desired. He wouldn't feel a single shred of fear even if it were a one-versus-twelve battle, so handling a mere one-versus-three skirmish was bound to be an effortless, thoroughly enjoyable walk in the park.
The Interrogation Room of Spirit Hall
Meanwhile, far away within the Supreme Pontiff's Palace of Spirit Hall, deep inside the dark, isolated interrogation chamber.
The greasy, thoroughly bloated, and heavily overweight Yu Xiaogang found himself once again bound tightly within this specific venue—the absolute epicenter of his worst nightmares and accumulated sins.
WHIP!
CRACK!
"AAARRRGH!!!!"
As a sharp, agonizing shriek of pure torment erupted from the depths of the chamber, the two heavily armored elite guards standing outside the reinforced doors didn't dare to take a single loud breath.
"AHHHHHHH!!!!"
The wretched screams echoed relentlessly through the corridor, but all of a sudden, the vocal torment came to a violent, abrupt halt.
SWISH!
SLICING CRACK!
SPLURT!
Clad in a magnificent, supreme gold-and-purple imperial robe, Bibi Dong stood elegantly before him. With a cold, emotionless expression, she flicked her wrist, her steel whip executing a flawlessly precise, blindingly fast strike that cleanly and violently severed Yu Xiaogang's tongue right out of his mouth mid-scream!
"B-Bi... Bi-Bi Dong! I-Ith you!" (Bibi Dong! It's you!) Yu Xiaogang sprayed blood, his muffled, distorted voice barely able to form coherent syllables as he stared at the breathtakingly beautiful, queenly woman in pure, unadulterated terror.