A Mutually Beneficial Transaction
Fu Ye was by no means a saint overflowing with unconditional holy mercy, but he was also explicitly not the type of subhuman trash who would use raw psychological coercion to force innocent maidens into his bed (with the singular, chaotic exception of Ah Wu).
His primary operational philosophy in the mortal realm always prioritized absolute, mutual consent.
If a woman chose to willingly become his exclusive partner and love him unconditionally for the rest of eternity, he would effortlessly grant her the reality-bending means to accomplish whatever mortal goals she couldn't achieve on her own, ultimately guiding her straight into the Divine Realm to achieve absolute godhood.
It was an exceptionally lucrative, flawless transaction for any mortal cultivator.
Click.
Fu Ye smoothly rose from his silk sheets and pulled open the heavy mahogany bedroom door. Standing directly within the threshold of the dim hallway were two slender, exceptionally beautiful figures—one draped in emerald green robes, and the other shrouded in pristine white silk.
"Big Brother Fu Ye... everything I have to offer in this world, I am giving entirely to you tonight," Ye Lingling murmured softly, her delicate face flushed crimson.
"Brother Fu Ye, I know there is no such thing as a free lunch in this cruel world. To save my grandfather and crush Tang Chuan... I beg of you, please take me," Bai Chenxiang whispered, her golden eyes flashing with a mix of vulnerability and unyielding determination.
Before another word could be spoken, Ye Lingling stepped inside and smoothly locked the heavy brass bolt behind them. Within moments, a thick, deeply intoxicating wave of pristine white celestial mist began billowing across the room, veiling the massive bed as the natural, harmonious transaction was smoothly consummated.
The Limits of Mortal Stamina
Several hours later, deep within the vast expanse of his private spiritual sea, Fu Ye sat cross-legged, a faint trace of restraint and mild unfulfillment lingering on his handsome face.
Because the core maidens of the Tianshui harem had all broken through to the Titled Douluo realm, their physical durability and divine stamina had skyrocketed, meaning Fu Ye was normally treated to a bottomless, deeply satisfying feast whenever they shared a bed.
However, because Chenxiang and Lingling's baseline physical cultivation was still relatively low compared to the core harem, Fu Ye hadn't even unleashed thirty percent of his primal, dragon-tier endurance before the two fragile maidens were completely overwhelmed, forcing him to prematurely halt his intake.
Fortunately, he didn't need to remain restless for long. He still possessed a completely private, highly isolated domain designed specifically for dealing with uncooperative souls:
The Wuyou Prison.
Thinking back, it had been a considerable amount of time since he last stepped inside his private subterranean cell block to inspect his prized prisoner. He was highly curious to see how the arrogant, bloodthirsty remnant soul of the previous life's Xiao Wu was faring under the automated psychological mechanisms he had left running.
Breaking the Rabbit's Pride
Flash.
Fu Ye's consciousness smoothly materialized inside the core perimeter of Wuyou Prison. The interior architecture of this mental dimension was a flawless, one-to-one environmental replica of the Star Dou Great Forest's central sanctuary.
Before he even reached the edge of the pristine Lake of Life, the faint, echoing sound of a deeply hysterical, ragged, and tearful laugh vibrated through the trees. As the spatial perspective rapidly zoomed inward, the exact scene of her torment finally came into clear view.
Suspended precisely half a meter above the crystal-clear water of the lake was a massive, tightly woven humanoid cocoon constructed entirely out of vibrant Blue Silver Grass. Every single square inch of the previous life's Xiao Wu was hermetically sealed within the crushing green foliage, leaving only her nose, mouth, armpits, and the bare soles of her snow-white feet exposed to the open air.
As for the source of her continuous, breathless weeping and laughing? It was entirely due to five small, independent stalks of Blue Silver Grass rooted beneath the water, which were continuously, rhythmically swaying back and forth to softly brush against her incredibly sensitive, bare porcelain soles.
With a casual flick of his wrist, Fu Ye commanded the vines to retract. The heavy green cocoon instantly unraveled, ruthlessly dumping the completely exhausted, trembling remnant soul of Xiao Wu straight onto the grassy shoreline.
The deep crimson light that usually flashed within her eyes was completely gone, replaced by a hollow, shuddering mask of pure, absolute psychological terror. Having been left entirely isolated under the continuous, slow-burning torment of the automated tickle mechanism for a full month, her original arrogance had been thoroughly liquidated.
Seeing the towering, god-like figure of Fu Ye slowly walking toward her, she didn't even attempt to stand.
"No! Please... I beg of you! I crawl at your feet! Do not put me back in there! Never again! Please!"
The proud soul of the previous life's Soft Bone Rabbit King crawled across the dirt like a broken, submissive dog, desperately using her flawless, exquisite cheek to softly rub against Fu Ye's chiseled leg in an act of absolute, pathetic supplication.
Fu Ye's lips curved into a deeply amused, intensely dark smirk. Though her current display of total submission was exceptionally entertaining, it was still far from enough to satisfy his dark amusement. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of spectacular, blood-spitting expression the self-proclaimed Reincarnated Divine King Tang Chuan would make if he could see his beloved divine queen acting like a mindless pet.
============================================================ [PRISONER EVALUATION: XIAO WU (PREVIOUS LIFE)] ============================================================ Baseline Status: Remnant Divine Soul (Corrupted Timeline)
Psychological State: Total Cognitive Collapse / Broken Pride
Current Classification: Harem Toy / Specialized Asset
Ultimate Fate: Permanent retention within Wuyou Prison until Tang Chuan's soul is crushed. ============================================================
"Heh, look at you now. You truly resemble nothing more than a mindless animal in heat," Fu Ye sneered coldly, his golden eyes filled with absolute mockery. "Where did that ferocious, unyielding pride and divine dignity go? Did you truly throw it all into the gutter over a few blades of grass?"
Bam.
Without a shred of hesitation, Fu Ye casually delivered a light kick, sending her broken spiritual form flying backward until she crashed heavily against a massive ancient tree. Xiao Wu clutched her stomach, coughing up a mouthful of ethereal crimson blood as her soul violently flickered from the impact.
Before she could even assemble a coherent plea, Fu Ye strode forward, ruthlessly clamping his hand around her slender throat and dragging her directly toward the isolated wooden cabin sitting by the lake. Her crimson eyes completely lost their final luster, sinking into absolute compliance.
The Rules of the Prison
BUZZ—
A brilliant, radiant pillar of golden celestial light suddenly flashed within the cabin, instantly refreshing her broken spiritual form. The physical wounds on her body and the severe soul fractures she had just sustained were instantly knitted back together, returning her to a state of flawless, pristine health.
[WUYOU PRISON: CORE STANDING ORDERS]
The absolute second a prisoner enters a critical, near-death state, their entire physical and spiritual status shall be completely refreshed.
The exact millisecond the Master leaves the dimension, the prisoner's condition shall automatically reset to baseline perfection.
Life inside Wuyou Prison was always colorful and incredibly multi-faceted. Though the cell block currently housed only a single inmate, Fu Ye was highly confident that in the near future, the cages would be completely packed to the brim with the broken souls of his worst enemies.
Time inside the mental isolation field passed at an accelerated rate. By the time Fu Ye finally reached his absolute limit of physical and spiritual output, he glanced at the system log and noticed a substantial, highly satisfying leap in his performance metrics: his continuous dual-cultivation stamina within the mental plane had officially jumped from 32 days straight to 35 days straight.
Fu Ye casually turned his head back, casting a cold glance at the collapsed form of the rabbit maiden. Her crimson eyes carried a chaotic mixture of heavy intoxication and deep physical pain.
Sensing that her master was preparing to leave the dimension, she desperately ignored the agonizing soreness writhing within her core, dragging her upper body across the floor until she could tightly embrace his chiseled calf. Her beautiful face was a mask of pure, sycophantic adoration.
"Slave Wu (舞奴) humbly wishes her supreme Master a safe departure."
Hearing her fluid, completely unprompted declaration of absolute slavery, Fu Ye smoothly grabbed her by the throat, hoisting her lightweight form into the air with a faint chuckle. "Seeing as your behavioral performance was reasonably satisfactory this time around, I will allow you to play in the open waters for a while."
He casually tossed her straight into the deep waters of the Lake of Life.
Inside this mental dimension, every single nerve ending and sensory perception was mathematically identical to the waking mortal world, ensuring that her eternal confinement would remain an absolute reality from which she could never escape through death. As for developing actual, genuine romantic feelings for a historical phantom like her? That was fundamentally impossible. A toy was a toy; the most he would ever do was perform routine, periodic maintenance.
An Urgent Call from the Palace
In the blink of an eye, half a month smoothly drifted past in the waking world.
Fu Ye's daily schedule during this period was exceptionally comfortable and luxurious. When he wasn't engaging in high-intensity, physical "sparring sessions" with his gorgeous Titled Douluo wives, he would occasionally slip into Wuyou Prison to refine the compliance of the rabbit slave.
Furthermore, backed by the supreme immortal herbs and the 200,000-year Great Beast spirit bones Fu Ye had provided, Ye Lingling and Bai Chenxiang had successfully finalized their integrations. Though their raw cultivation metrics currently placed them at the absolute bottom of the harem's hierarchy, their stats were still enough to terrify the mortal world:
Ye Lingling: Rank 93 Titled Douluo (Nine-Hearted Begonia)
Bai Chenxiang: Rank 92 Peak Titled Douluo (Needle-Tailed Swift)
However, this peaceful, emperor-like lifestyle was abruptly shattered on a stormy evening when an urgent, top-secret distress letter arrived from Qian Renxue.
Upon scanning the raw contents of the report, even Fu Ye was caught slightly off guard. He hadn't expected that the reigning Emperor of Heaven Dou, Emperor Xue Ye, upon realizing that his vital organs were rapidly failing and his days on earth were numbered, would actually initiate such a desperate, unhinged political gambit.
Shing—
Fu Ye violently tore through the fabric of space, instantly materializing inside a pitch-black, heavily fortified underground chamber hidden beneath the royal palace of Heaven Dou City.
Directly outside the heavy iron threshold of the inner vault, a spectacularly handsome, golden-haired young prince dressed in regal attire was anxiously pacing back and forth across the stone floor, a heavy, prominent blush painting his delicate cheeks. From deep within the sealed vault behind him, the faint, unmistakable sounds of desperate, muffled feminine whimpering and crying echoed through the stone.
"You crazy girl, why on earth did you summon me through space in such a massive rush?" Fu Ye asked smoothly, stepping out of the void.
"Hmph! You ungrateful jerk, I am literally handing you the single most beautiful, luxurious assignment on the silver platter, and you still have the nerve to complain?!"
Though the golden-haired youth possessed the flawless physical disguise of Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, the voice that left his lips was a crisp, beautifully melodic, and deeply annoyed feminine hiss.
This was none other than the disguised Qian Renxue, and the twisted, chaotic mess developing inside the royal vault was about to permanently alter the destiny of the empire.