Time flew by rapidly, and an entire month passed in the blink of an eye.
Just as Fu Ye had accurately predicted, the final remaining qualification slots for the qualifiers were smoothly secured by Tang San and Tang Chuan—the two premier "living Buddhas" and clowns of the tournament.
Under normal circumstances, the accommodations for all competing academies were strictly and uniformly arranged by Spirit Hall. However, who exactly was Fu Ye? The supreme Pope of Spirit City, Bibi Dong, was his very first and most prominent wife.
With that kind of backing, he could naturally stay wherever he damn well pleased.
Inside the Pope's Private Chambers
Deep within the grand, heavily guarded core of Spirit Hall, inside Bibi Dong's luxurious, heavily enchanted private bedroom.
Fu Ye was currently entangled with his beautiful wife in a deeply passionate, unbridled lovemaking session, completely losing themselves in intense, breathtaking physical intimacy.
"Dong'er... do me a favor and arrange something for the tournament arrangements, will you?" Fu Ye murmured, his voice deep and raspy with desire.
Hearing his voice over the sound of their colliding bodies, Bibi Dong's flawless, mature face completely flushed a brilliant, deep crimson. She bit her lower lip, letting out a soft, trembling gasp as she nodded.
"Hmph... My entire body and soul already belong to you, you insatiable rogue," she pouted playfully, her voice filled with breathless affection. "Whatever you want, just say it. We are already an old married couple, yet you still play so coy with me..."
Hearing his beautiful wife's sweet, mock-reproach, Fu Ye smirked and immediately increased the pace of his powerful thrusts, driving deeper into her yielding warmth and making her cry out in exquisite pleasure.
"Help me arrange a private luxury courtyard... right between the housing zones of the Heaven Dou Team and the Star Luo Team," Fu Ye requested smoothly.
Hearing this, Bibi Dong's magnificent, authoritative eyes narrowed slightly, a deeply playful and knowing glint dancing within them.
"Hmph! You are doing this entirely for those two little sisters of the Zhu family, aren't you?" she teased, her nails gently digging into his broad shoulders as she rode the waves of his passion. "If it weren't for the fact that I alone simply cannot handle your monstrous stamina, you wicked man, do you honestly think I would ever willingly share you with that massive group of little girls?"
Although she was speaking words of mock-jealousy, her soft, panting tone carried absolutely zero trace of genuine anger. She deeply adored him, and his happiness was her ultimate satisfaction.
"Mmh, I know. My precious Dong'er is truly the best, most understanding wife in the entire world," Fu Ye praised warmly.
To Fu Ye, Bibi Dong was the absolute "white moonlight" of his younger years, holding a uniquely sacred and irreplaceable position in his heart. Of course, he loved every single girl in his harem with absolute sincerity, but Bibi Dong's mature, regal devotion always held a profoundly special weight.
"I understand... I will personally have the elders arrange this matter for you," Bibi Dong whispered, her regal composure completely fracturing under his relentless touch. "But today... you belong exclusively to me. You aren't allowed to go anywhere. If you don't fully satisfy your wife and leave me blissfully happy, I won't help you with this favor at all."
Fu Ye let out a deeply wicked, confident laugh upon hearing her challenge.
Satisfy her? Leave her happy? He was more than prepared to push her straight over the edge of sanity.
As Fu Ye's movements became progressively faster, deeper, and completely relentless, the supreme, untouchable pride of the Pope completely disintegrated, tumbling from the heavens into the muddy, sweat-soaked sheets of raw ecstasy. Driven by his unyielding stamina, they engaged in round after round of passionate sex. By the time evening arrived, her magnificent body was completely shattered by a final succession of overwhelming, toe-curling orgasms, leaving her entirely spent as she passed out into a deep, blissful exhaustion.
However, while this was Bibi Dong's physical limit, it was nowhere near Fu Ye's capacity.
Click.
"Sister Dong'er, I have already finished compiling the..."
Right at that moment, the heavy bedroom door gently swung open. A graceful, elegant young girl dressed in a specialized, form-fitting silver-white announcer's uniform stepped into the room. The moment she crossed the threshold, her eyes widened as she witnessed the completely spent, deeply slumbering Bibi Dong tangled in the sheets, while Fu Ye sat calmly at the edge of the mattress, gently pulling the silk blanket over the Pope's naked, glowing body.
"Doudou, long time no see," Fu Ye greeted with a warm, predatory smirk.
Indeed, the girl standing before him was none other than Doudou, the beautiful arena announcer who had arrived at Spirit City three months prior. Before she could even fully process the scandalous sight before her, a gentle, irresistible wave of telekinetic spirit power enveloped her waist, instantly pulling her forward across the room and dropping her straight into Fu Ye's strong, waiting embrace.
"Brother Fu Ye..."
Doudou knew exactly what her insatiable man was thinking the moment his eyes locked onto her. Looking over at the completely unconscious, blissfully exhausted Sister Dong'er, her flawless face flushed a brilliant, burning shade of scarlet.
"My precious Doudou still smells absolutely intoxicating," Fu Ye whispered, his hands immediately sliding under her uniform to claim her skin as he initiated another passionate session of lovemaking right there beside his sleeping wife.
The Next Morning
By noon the following day, Bibi Dong and Doudou were lying neatly side-by-side beneath the plush duvet. Although Bibi Dong was a peak Rank 99 Limit Douluo who had practically touched the divine realm, Fu Ye had relentlessly made love to her and Doudou throughout the entire night.
As a result, her powerful legs were currently trembling so violently from the intense, repeated orgasms that she literally could not pull herself out of bed.
"You... you absolute monster," Bibi Dong grumbled softly.
Gazing at Doudou—who was curled up happily beside her with a thoroughly satisfied, glowing expression—and then looking at Fu Ye's deeply proud, triumphant grin, Bibi Dong racked her brilliant mind for a long time before finally spitting out that single, mock-furious insult.
"A monster?" Fu Ye laughed wickedly, leaning over the bed to hover over them. "It sounds to me like your husband simply hasn't thoroughly satisfied his beautiful wife yet. If you're still complaining, how about we jump straight into another intense round of marital bliss right now?"
Hearing his bold threat, Bibi Dong's eyes widened with genuine panic. No way! Absolutely not! If he forced her through another round of that relentless, body-melting pleasure right now, her body would literally break!
"N-No! Stop! If you dare touch me again right now... I-I will completely ignore you for a whole week!" she stammered, her regal composure entirely vanished as physical steam practically erupted from her blushing face.
This man was utterly shameless! He knew perfectly well that she was completely drained and physically incapable of enduring more, yet he still ruthlessly teased her!
"Hmph, that's more like it," Fu Ye chuckled, thoroughly amused by his wife's adorable, flustered reaction.
The Arrival in Spirit City
The following afternoon, within the bustling streets of Spirit City.
Because Tang San had strictly refrained from exposing his Clear Sky Hammer Spirit during the qualifiers, Spirit Hall had absolutely no justification or awareness to launch a targeted assassination attempt against him. Consequently, every single qualifying academy successfully and safely arrived within the sacred walls of Spirit City.
This metropolis was infinitely more luxurious, grand, and imposing than the Heaven Dou Imperial Capital. Because the vast majority of the population consisted of powerful Spirit Masters, and elite, heavily armored patrol soldiers marched through every single street, criminal activities and street thuggery were practically non-existent.
The night before, Zhu Zhuyun had held a private meeting with the rest of the Tianshui girls, thoroughly discussing her and Zhuqing's impending confrontation with the Star Luo Imperial Family.
However, the final result of that meeting had been hilariously predictable. Under the united, fiercely supportive front of the harem girls, Fu Ye, Zhuqing, and Zhuyun were ruthlessly pushed out of their shared hotel suite. The girls had collectively locked the door, brightly declaring that the three of them shouldn't even think about returning tonight—explicitly giving them total privacy to have a passionate, unbridled reunion and release all their desires.
Thus, walking down the grand avenues of Spirit City, Fu Ye walked with absolute, unyielding swagger, his left arm wrapped snugly around the voluptuous waist of Zhu Zhuyun, while his right arm held the sleek, stunning figure of Zhu Zhuqing close to his side.
Thanks to Bibi Dong's flawless behind-the-scenes arrangements, their private luxury courtyard for the night was positioned directly between the residences of the Heaven Dou and Star Luo teams. Therefore, on their way back, they were mathematically guaranteed to cross paths with them.
On戴沐白 (Dai Mubai's) side, the pathetic prince had already been thoroughly castrated, turned into a literal eunuch, and his official engagement with Zhuqing had been forcefully dissolved. As for Davis, his situation was highly entertaining.
According to the highly detailed intelligence dossier Fu Ye had recently purchased from the system regarding Davis's activities over the past three years, the Star Luo Crown Prince had put on a grand public facade of "searching desperately for his missing fiancée, Zhu Zhuyun," while secretly living a life of absolute, debauched luxury. At this point, his Crown Prince Palace was practically overflowing with beautiful, high-status noble daughters whom he happily indulged in.
"Zhuqing, Zhuyun, let's grab something to eat first," Fu Ye suggested, gesturing toward a magnificent, high-end restaurant up ahead as his stomach let out a light rumble.
At this current point in time, Zhu Zhuyun was a terrifying Rank 64 Soul Emperor, while Zhu Zhuqing had already reached an astronomical Rank 55 Soul King.
And it wasn't just the two of them; within the Tianshui Team, even their support master, Ning Rongrong, possessed a staggering Rank 53 Soul King cultivation. Meanwhile, Dugu Yan had already soared to a monstrous Rank 73 Soul Saint. The sheer, overwhelming power gap between the Tianshui Academy and the rest of the competing teams belonged to an entirely different dimension.
"Mmh, I'm actually quite hungry too," Zhu Zhuyun murmured sweetly, offering her absolute, unconditional submission and agreement to whatever Fu Ye decided.
Zhu Zhuqing simply offered a breathtaking, radiantly soft smile and nodded in agreement.
If she were to describe the period of her life from ages six to twelve as an unmitigated, suffocating nightmare, then every single day after meeting Fu Ye had been an absolute paradise of pure joy and profound happiness.
Although her man possessed a massive harem and shared his love with many other girls aside from her and her sister, Zhu Zhuqing didn't feel a single shred of resentment or unhappiness. After all, despite their large numbers, every single girl in the harem possessed an incredibly kind, supportive, and loving personality. Living with them was completely free of the toxic, backstabbing, and murderous political schemes she had grown up with in the imperial court.
Furthermore, under Fu Ye's divine guidance and resources, she had achieved the Soul King realm at an age where ordinary geniuses could only dream of it, and her sister had even breached the Soul Emperor domain. She was profoundly, deeply satisfied with her current life.
Of course... if Brother Fu Ye could just be a tiny bit gentler during their intense, bed-shaking intimate nights, her life would be absolutely flawless.
(^__^)
Inside the elegant restaurant, Fu Ye casually checked off several of the establishment's most expensive signature dishes on the menu. Although he had technically lived within Spirit Hall in his earlier years, it had been a very long time since he last dined in the public sectors, and the front-of-house staff had completely changed.
However, just as the three of them were comfortably waiting for their grand feast to arrive, the heavy glass doors of the restaurant were suddenly pushed open.
A tall, powerfully built, and imposing man with magnificent, flowing golden hair strode into the establishment with an aura of supreme, unyielding arrogance. Closely following right behind his heels were five formidable young men... and one remarkably beautiful young woman.