A Well-Deserved Vacation
Within the absolute privacy of Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong's personal bedchambers inside Spirit Hall, Fu Ye was finally enjoying a rare moment of peace.
The eleven young maidens from his harem had finally granted him a brief few days of "liberty"—though only after they had thoroughly sated their own desires and completely drained his energy reserves over the preceding weeks.
Lately, his routine had been demanding. During the day, he would stay at Spirit Hall to personally tutor Hu Liena in advanced cultivation and guide her through the intricate forms of Top-Tier Yoga. When night fell, he usually returned to Tianshui Academy to attend to his other wives.
As the saying went: A heavy indulgence harms the constitution, but a refined, daily micro-dose brings absolute harmony. The mandatory physical exercises before bedtime were a ritual Fu Ye never neglected.
The Absolute Conditioning of the Past Life's Remnant
Sinking his consciousness deep into his spiritual sea, Fu Ye entered the isolated domain of Wuyou Prison.
He stretched out lazily, lying down upon the vast, emerald-green plains generated by the simulated landscape, letting the cool, synthetic breeze wash over him as he savored the sheer bliss of existence.
Kneeling right before him was the broken remnant soul of the past life's Xiao Wu. She was actively absorbing and filtering the volatile, excess cosmic energy that continuously leaked from Fu Ye's over-saturated meridians.
Visually, this variant of Xiao Wu was vastly different from his own beloved Xiao Wu and Wu Ling. Her long, cascading hair was a stark, ghostly white, and her eyes shimmered with a faint, eerie crimson hue that gave her an almost otherworldly, spectral aesthetic.
Because she had lived for several decades as a mortal wife in her previous timeline, her physical form carried a deeply mature, alluring feminine mystique that her younger counterparts lacked.
"Master... may Slave Wu please..."
The white-haired remnant looked up at Fu Ye, her eyes brimming with intense, desperate anticipation. Under his relentless conditioning, she had completely discarded her past identity, viewing him as her one and only sovereign lord.
Over the past six months, whenever she had shown even a hint of her former arrogance, Fu Ye had simply adjusted the time-dilation mechanics of Wuyou Prison, subjecting her to a grueling three years of continuous behavioral conditioning within the isolated space.
Since that extended sentence, the gaze she directed toward him had become entirely vacant of malice—filled only with a pure, simple-minded, and utterly foolish loyalty. She lived only to anticipate and fulfill Fu Ye's every whim like a faithful pet.
"Tsk. You only just finished draining the excess energy a short while ago, and you're already begging for more?"
Fu Ye reached out, his hand casually wrapping around her fair, slender neck as he pulled her flush against his chest. Looking down at her beautifully submissive, flattering features, a wicked smile played across his lips.
"Master... n-no, that is not... Slave Wu merely..."
A sudden wave of frantic anxiety rippled through her wide, crimson eyes, but the raw, unadulterated passion in Fu Ye's exotic pupils had already caught fire.
A violent, invisible gale erupted across the mental domain, bending the half-meter-tall emerald grass around them. Under the pristine radiance of the artificial moon suspended overhead, their silhouettes seamlessly merged into one.
For the white-haired remnant soul, the overwhelming sensation of soaring through the absolute heavens washed away every single lingering shadow of her past life's trauma.
Within Wuyou Prison, the concept of conventional time did not exist. Fu Ye lost track of exactly how long the session lasted. He only remembered chugging at least two full bottles of God-grade Kidney Booster during the marathon, executing a raw, relentless assault without a single fancy trick.
By the time his consciousness prepared to leave the prison domain, the eerie, blood-red tint in Xiao Wu's eyes had completely dissolved, replaced by a soft, dazed, and thoroughly infatuated shade of pure pink.
"Hehehe... Master..." she giggled softly, curled up at his feet.
Tang Chuan's Depraved Ascension
Because time within Wuyou Prison remained entirely static relative to the mortal plane, an eternity could pass inside while not a single second ticked away in the outside world.
Back in reality, Fu Ye downed another sweet, refreshing bottle of God-grade Kidney Booster, instantly feeling a surge of absolute vitality flood his veins. He smiled warmly, fully embracing the legendary legacy of Cao Cao. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of expression his eternal rival would make when they eventually crossed paths again.
Meanwhile, on the far western coast of the Douluo Continent, inside a secluded, misty coastal village.
A young man radiating an oppressive, pitch-black aura of pure malice was currently hoisting a young maiden into the air by her throat. Directly in front of them, an elderly man and a young boy lay pinned to the earth, their abdomens violently transfixed by thick, thorny black vines.
The young man pinned to the ground was still drawing breath, his eyes wide with a mixture of paralyzed terror and absolute hatred.
Right before his dying eyes, the corrupted youth smilingly plunged his bare hand directly into the maiden's chest, ripping her heart out raw.
"Heh... what an ignorant, ungrateful woman. Imagining she could actually resist me? Pure foolishness."
With a casual flick of his wrist, dozens of black vines resembling venomous serpents swarmed over the three bodies, instantly draining their blood, flesh, and life essence until nothing remained but brittle, hollow husks.
The youth turned his gaze toward the rest of the sleeping village, his eyes flashing with insatiable hunger.
============================================================ [RAKSHASA GOD SYSTEM APPARITION — TANG CHUAN] ============================================================ Objective: Achieve Title Douluo & Harvest 5,000 Souls. Status: [SEVENTH TRIAL: COMPLETED] Rewards: Rakshasa Divine Affinity +15% All Spirit Ring Lifespans +10,000 Years ------------------------------------------------------------ CURRENT MISSION: [EIGHTH TRIAL] Objective: Assemble a complete set of Spirit Rings and Spirit Bones to forge the Rakshasa Divine Garb. Time Limit: One Year. ============================================================
"Hehehe... The Seventh Trial of the Rakshasa God is finally complete," Tang Chuan muttered, his漆黑 eyes flashing with unholy, demonic glee as he stared out toward the vast expanse of the ocean. "As for a complete set of rings and bones..."
Observing this development through his omniscient system link, Fu Ye wasn't the least bit surprised. According to his understanding of the cosmic chessboard, the current Rakshasa God was desperately looking for an exit strategy to flee the Divine Realm, indicating that things were deteriorating rapidly up above.
Chaos in the Divine Realm
At that exact moment, within the monolithic spires of the Asura Divine Temple in the Upper Realm.
Having completely lost his designated mortal inheritor due to Fu Ye's interference, the Asura God was currently using the Rakshasa God as a literal punching bag to vent his cosmic frustration.
CRACK!CRACK!
"AAARGH!!! Asura, you absolute bastard! Stop hitting me!" Rakshasa screamed in agony, his divine form bruising under the relentless, law-infused lashes of Asura's whip.
Unaware and entirely unconcerned with the domestic violence occurring in the heavens, the true mastermind, Fu Ye, was resting comfortably inside Bibi Dong's luxurious bedroom. The chamber still contained various playful, intimate items he had used to dote on his queen during their private encounters.
It was a pity she was still deep within the Celestial Palace; otherwise, he would have gladly engaged her in a battle that would shake the heavens and earth.
The Midnight Intruder
Late into the night, the world fell into a state of absolute, dead silence. Yet, without a sound, the heavy wooden door to the bedchamber slowly creaked open, leaving a slender, barely perceptible sliver of space.
Perhaps because he had spent so much energy playing with the white-haired Xiao Wu inside Wuyou Prison, Fu Ye slept exceptionally soundly, enveloped by the lingering, sweet fragrance of the room.
As the hours drifted by, a phantom sea breeze seemed to ruffle the edges of his subconscious. In his dreams, he felt himself standing at the edge of a mystical coastline, watching the tides rise and fall in a rhythmic, enchanting cadence that made him feel as though he were floating through a wonderland.
The dream became intensely vivid. The scent of sweet, faintly salty ocean water filled his senses. Watching a colossal tidal wave suddenly swell dozens of meters into the air, Fu Ye felt a primal, irresistible urge to dive straight into the deep water.
He swam through the warm, sweet currents, his soul drifting through the absolute heavens. Before he knew it, the dark night began to fracture, giving way to the pale light of dawn.
Right at the climax of his dream, a magnificent column of water erupted from the calm surface of the sea, shooting straight into the clouds.
When Fu Ye finally opened his eyes in the early morning light, he felt an unbelievable, exploding surge of physical stamina throughout his body—a direct testament to the God-grade Kidney Booster he had consumed. Every single sensation from his "dream" felt astonishingly tangible.
Suddenly, he felt a soft, delicate, and trembling warmth nestled tightly within his embrace.
Acting entirely on primal instinct and half-asleep, Fu Ye smoothly rolled over, trapping the soft figure beneath him as he naturally began a rigorous "morning lesson" to start the day.
However, as the intimate session progressed and his consciousness rapidly cleared, Fu Ye's eyes suddenly went wide with sheer realization.
Wait a minute... I'm still inside Spirit Hall... and Bibi Dong is secluded inside the Celestial Palace...
"(!?)"