Deep within the grand arena of Spirit City, the atmosphere for the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Finals was reaching a fever pitch.
A graceful, silver-white silhouette quietly materialized right beside the main stage. Witnessing her appearance, the surrounding high-ranking Bishops of Spirit Hall exchanged looks of profound, nervous bewilderment. One had to remember that the current master of this city was the supreme Pope, Bibi Dong—an iron-fisted, ruthless ruler who had personally executed nearly every single corrupt official and dissenting officer over a decade ago.
Though the specific details of that historic purge remained classified, these Bishops understood one thing with absolute, terrifying clarity: this young girl dressed in silver-white was directly backed by Bibi Dong. For her to be granted the spotlight on such a monumental continental stage meant she held immense value in the Pope's eyes.
"Good afternoon, everyone! I am Doudou, your official head referee for the Spirit City Finals of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Tournament! Welcome to the sacred combat grounds of Spirit City!"
The moment Doudou made her grand announcement, a thunderous wave of cheers and ecstatic roars erupted from the packed stadium. Under Bibi Dong's personal, highly refined cultivation over the past few months, Doudou's natural elegance and stage presence had been completely unlocked.
Today, Doudou wore a magnificent silver-white gown that perfectly hugged her slender waist. Her exquisite, doll-like face was adorned with a touch of flawless makeup, and the trim of her flowing skirt was decorated with shimmering star patterns.
Gazing down from her high papal throne, a subtle, highly satisfied smile played on Bibi Dong's regal lips. Doudou was her close "sister-in-arms" in serving Fu Ye, so she had taken extra care with her outfit. Beneath that flowing, elegant gown, Bibi Dong had explicitly forced Doudou to wear a pair of tight, matching white safety trousers. On a volatile battlefield where spirit shockwaves and sudden gusts of wind were commonplace, she would absolutely never allow her co-wife's intimate assets to be exposed to the vulgar eyes of the crowd.
Meanwhile, Fu Ye led Xiao Wu and the rest of his harem beauties toward the ultra-exclusive VIP viewing suite. This massive, lavishly furnished booth was entirely empty, custom-tailored and set aside by Bibi Dong specifically for her husband's comfort.
"Wow! The view from here is absolutely incredible!"
Xiao Wu cheered happily, immediately claiming a plush, oversized velvet seat right at the very front row. Watching her energetic, playful antics, Liu Erlong and Han Ruyan simply exchanged a warm, deeply affectionate glance and chuckled softly.
This VIP suite was positioned perfectly over the elevated side-line of the arena, offering a flawless, birds-eye view of every single micro-movement occurring on the massive stone combat stage below.
"Sister Doudou's outfit today is truly stunning," Han Ruyan murmured smoothly, resting her chin in her hands as her icy-blue eyes swept across the vast, imposing arena, a wave of nostalgia gently pooling in her gaze.
This was technically her second time visiting Spirit City. Her first visit had been over a decade ago, right around the time she had first arrived in the Heaven Dou Empire.
The Spirit City of today remained just as breathtakingly prosperous and dominant as it had been back then. In her youth, she had briefly contemplated joining Spirit Hall, but due to a sequence of trivial personal matters, she had ultimately chosen a different path.
It was shortly after that decision that she had discovered the young, abandoned sisters, Shui Bing'er and Shui Moon'er, wandering aimlessly on the fringes of a distant city. Witnessing their extraordinary innate talent, she had resolved to raise them as her own daughters, eventually founding Tianshui Academy just outside the imperial capital—an institution strictly dedicated to cultivating elite young women.
As the competing teams began marching onto the field, Fu Ye easily identified the seven girls chosen to represent Tianshui today. Knowing the deep history and intense personal grudges involving Zhuqing and Zhuyun, the academy had deliberately placed both cat sisters in the starting lineup for this opening match.
A few moments later, the four Tianshui girls who were benched for this round arrived at the VIP suite. Seeing the incredibly luxurious seating and the flawless view of the field, they eagerly ran to the front row to enjoy the upcoming show.
"Brother Fu Ye! Wu Ling wants to sit with you!"
Young Wu Ling showed absolutely zero hesitation or restraint. With a sweet, breathless giggle, her soft, petite, child-like body pounced straight into Fu Ye's lap. Her slender, delicate limbs wrapped tightly around his waist as she snuggled her chest deeply against his broad frame. Her tiny hands immediately began kneading his shoulders, executing an incredibly close, deeply satisfying, and uninhibited physical massage to pamper her beloved king.
The other three resting members—Yu Hairou, Shen Liuyu, and Meng Yiran—merely exchanged a knowing, highly amused smile, thoroughly accustomed to such displays. Young Princess Xue Ke walked over politely, taking a seat directly beside Meng Yiran. Since Wu Ling had completely monopolized the role of providing physical mimos and massages to their husband, they were content to simply relax and watch.
"You mischievous little girl... you are just as hyperactive and clingy as your master," Fu Ye teased warmly, completely unbothered by Wu Ling's intense physical closeness as he wrapped a strong arm around her waist, pulling her tiny, delicate frame firmly against his chest.
"Heehee, Wu Ling is completely different from Master~"
The young girl giggled cutely, flashing two adorable little tiger fangs before shifting her body to lay completely flat across Fu Ye's lap, her head resting happily against his thigh. Sitting right next to them, Xiao Wu's eyes flashed with a deeply proud, triumphant gleam. Nearby, Liu Erlong and Han Ruyan shared a synchronized, deeply meaningful look, their silence speaking volumes.
Down on the grand combat stage, the elite members of the Tianshui Academy Team and the Star Luo Imperial Academy Team stood face-to-face.
However, Tianshui's tactical formation was wildly, provocatively arrogant. Aside from their support master, Ning Rongrong, who stood comfortably at the very back of the field, the remaining six combat girls stood shoulder-to-shoulder in a single, unyielding horizontal front line.
Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun stood dead-center. Positioned to their left were Dugu Yan and Xue Wu, while Shui Bing'er and Shui Moon'er guarded their right.
"The Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Tournament, Spirit City Finals Division! Match One: Tianshui Academy versus Star Luo Imperial Academy! Let the match... officially begin!"
The moment the golden-tier referee Doudou dropped her hand, declaring the start of the battle, Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun turned their heads, exchanging a cold, deeply synchronized glance.
"Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Phantom Cat Demon!"
Simultaneously, standing at the rear of the formation, Ning Rongrong violently unleashed the full majesty of her divine auxiliary spirit.
"Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda! First: Strength! Second: Speed! Third: Soul! Fourth: Defense! Fifth: Purify!"
Ning Rongrong unleashed five of her supreme spirit abilities in a single, devastating breath. Without dispersing her buffs across the team, she concentrated the absolute totality of her continental-tier stat augmentations directly onto the fusing forms of the cat sisters.
It was at this exact microsecond that the terrifying, unsuppressed spirit power levels of Ning Rongrong and the Zhu sisters completely erupted, violently displaying their true cultivation ranks to the entire world via their floating Spirit Rings:
Ning Rongrong: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Black, Black! Rank 53 Spirit King!
Zhu Zhuqing: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Black, Black! Rank 55 Spirit King!
Zhu Zhuyun: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Black, Black, Black! Rank 64 Spirit Emperor!
Up on the papal platform, Bibi Dong's magnificent eyes flashed with a brilliant, highly intrigued light. Behind her, the high-ranking elders and executives of Spirit Hall felt their hearts stop, their minds instantly spinning as they began frantically calculating the political and military implications of such monstrous young geniuses.
Meanwhile, Platinum Bishop Salas remained completely stoic. Watching those clueless elders whisper frantically in utter shock, a smug, deeply superior sneer formed in his mind. He had long since been made aware of Fu Ye's true, world-shattering background.
Salas (Internal Monologue):Heh, a bunch of ignorant countryside hicks. Thank the heavens I chose to become the Pope's most loyal, obedient dog early on. Otherwise, I'd be just like these fools, scratching my head and guessing blindly while staring at literal gods.
Salas's face was practically overflowing with immense, unyielding pride. To be allowed to serve as a loyal dog for Her Holiness and her supreme husband was his greatest lifetime honor!
"That wicked man truly possesses an incredible, deeply intoxicating hand when it comes to training and opening up these young girls," Bibi Dong thought to herself, leaning back luxuriously against her throne as she watched the utterly one-sided slaughter unfold below. Her mind began subtly scheming. Three Spirit Kings, three Spirit Emperors, and one Spirit Saint... truly magnificent. I wonder if I should hand Hu Liena over to Fu Ye to let him thoroughly train and induct her into his bed as well?
After all, one shouldn't let fertile waters flow into someone else's fields. Hu Liena and Xie Yue had been rescued by her from a village slaughtered by evil spirit masters; because of their exceptional innate talents, she had kept them by her side as personal disciples. Handing Liena over to her husband to join his grand harem was the most logical step to ensure her absolute loyalty and future ascension.
Down on the battlefield, a gargantuan, pitch-black phantom cat demon emerged. Its massive, muscular feline frame was completely covered in shimmering, star-like cosmic reflections that sparkled like an entire galaxy. Driven by the absolute, crushing power of a Soul Emperor, a Soul King, and a five-fold divine pagoda buff, the cosmic beast unleashed an invincible, unyielding torrent of raw physical violence, thoroughly and ruthlessly obliterating the Star Luo Imperial Team.
Up on the announcer's platform, Doudou utilized her high-speed, flawless vocal commentary to break down the execution. Watching her harem sisters brutally smash the arrogant Star Luo scum into blood-spatting pulp, Doudou's heart filled with immense joy, making her lively narration infinitely more enthusiastic and biting.
Fu Ye looked down at the absolute devastation, a calm, deeply satisfied smirk playing on his handsome features.
On the completely opposite side of the stadium, the self-proclaimed reincarnated God of War and Child of Destiny, Tang Chuan (Tang San), clutched the stadium railing so hard the stone began to crack. His face was twisted into an expression of unmitigated, venomous rage, his twisted mind thoroughly drowning in an ocean of dark, suffocating envy.