Hearing Fu Ye's deeply possessive words, the anxious, subtle tension that had tightly knit Wu Ling's beautiful brows instantly melted away into complete tranquility.
Her large, expressive dark eyes pooled with a mix of sweet affection and lingering sorrow. She loved this man with every fiber of her being. For nearly ten years, Fu Ye had raised her like an absolute pampered princess. She knew with absolute certainty that if she hadn't been rescued and taken in by him all those years ago, her fate in this brutal world would have been unimaginably horrific.
"You are my absolute master and my only man... I don't want to hide anything from you. In truth, I—"
Before Wu Ling could finish her sentence, Fu Ye leaned down and completely sealed her soft lips with a deep, intensely passionate kiss.
He was already fully aware that she had begun to tap into her past life's memories. But so what? A past life belonged to the past; this current life belonged solely to the present. As their lips locked, a brilliant wave of pale golden spiritual radiance flowed smoothly from Fu Ye's mouth, surging deep into Wu Ling's spiritual core.
The kiss lasted for a long, breathtakingly quiet moment. When Fu Ye finally pulled back, Wu Ling's delicate cheeks were flushed with a deep crimson blush, her beautiful eyes entirely filled with nothing but pure, unadulterated love for him.
Deep Within the Spiritual Prison
Meanwhile, deep within the vast expanses of Fu Ye's spiritual sea, inside a pitch-black, heavily reinforced solitary confinement cell, a translucent phantom of a young girl dressed in a tattered pink dress was violently thrashing about.
"Let me out! Let me out right now, you monster! I need to find my Third Brother! You bastard, let me go!!!"
Hysterical, blood-curdling screeches echoed continuously from within the cell. Up in the spiritual sky, Fu Ye looked down through a third-person projection, watching the entire spectacle play out with a cold smirk.
This place was the Wuyou Prison (Carefree Prison), a specialized spiritual dimension he had purchased directly from the system.
In truth, during their wildly passionate tryst the night before, Fu Ye had already detected that something was deeply wrong with Wu Ling. The girl was normally exceptionally pure, innocent, and clean. Yet, during certain intense moments last night, her submissive behavior had subtly shifted into something... incredibly strange, practiced, and uncomfortably foreign.
It wasn't until this morning that Fu Ye utilized his supreme divine soul power to completely sever and surgically extract this foreign, obsessed remnant soul from Wu Ling's core, locking it safely within his private dungeon.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The heavy iron door of the cell rattled violently under her frantic pounding. Seeing this, the corners of Fu Ye's lips curved into a dark, deeply sinister smile that was practically impossible to suppress.
Now that the extraction was complete, the current Wu Ling possessed only a perfectly clean, pristine, and untainted soul belonging solely to this lifetime. That was why her gaze just now had been filled with pure, untarnished devotion.
As for this past-life remnant soul of the original Xiao Wu? Letting it go to waste would be a terrible shame. Fu Ye figured he might as well do the supreme Divine King Tang San a generous favor and thoroughly educate his precious wife on the proper duties of a submissive woman.
BOOM!
Fu Ye violently kicked the heavy iron door open. The sheer, explosive kinetic force of the impact instantly sent the past-life Xiao Wu phantom flying backward through the air, her body slamming heavily against the reinforced stone wall.
"Ugh!"
She slid down the wall, her vision spinning wildly from the sheer impact.
The heavy iron door slammed shut once more with a deafening metallic thud. As the past-life Xiao Wu slowly regained her bearings, she looked up and saw the handsome, dominating figure of Fu Ye approaching her. Recognizing him as the man her current-life counterpart was completely infatuated with, her eyes instantly flared with a venomous, blood-red layer of pure, unadulterated malice.
In her mind, her only true husband was Tang San—the supreme dual-god who held the divine thrones of both the Seagod and the Asura God! If she had the physical power, she truly wanted to strangle both her current-life self and her clone for betraying his memory!
"I am warning you, release me this instant and let my Third Brother go, or else I will—"
Before she could even finish her pathetic threat, Fu Ye's hand shot forward like a lightning bolt, ruthlessly locking onto her slender throat and slamming her back against the wall.
Indeed, while this dimension was strictly a spiritual construct, everything within this system-purchased prison functioned with absolute, concrete realism. No matter how powerful an inmate had been in their past life, they were rendered utterly powerless here, unable to take a single step past these walls.
Furthermore, inmates within this domain were completely stripped of the ability to die. No matter what kind of horrific, world-shattering torment they were subjected to, their souls would never dissipate. Those locked within this care-free prison were condemned to experience an eternity of unending, non-negotiable torment!
To make things even more perfect, the moment Fu Ye physically stepped into this dungeon, the flow of time in the outside real world completely froze. Only after he left would the outside world resume its normal pace.
Looking around the bleak, claustrophobic cell which possessed only a single, tiny ventilation slot, Fu Ye's dark grin widened further.
"You bastard! Unhand me! Let me go back to my Third Brother! You—wphf—mnhh..."
Fu Ye didn't possess a single shred of pity or gentlemanly restraint for this late-stage, corrupted version of the original Xiao Wu. Since she was structurally incapable of dying, she served as the absolute perfect blueprint for him to conduct some highly entertaining, long-overdue physical experiments.
For instance... thoroughly testing the absolute maximum limits of his own physical endurance and sexual dominance!
Two Months of Unbroken Testing
Inside the time-frozen spiritual world...
One day passed.
Three days passed.
A full week passed.
Two entire months later, Fu Ye finally stepped back, exhaling a deep, immensely satisfied breath.
It was rare for him to have a completely lawless, uninterrupted space where he could fully unleash every ounce of his pent-up, aggressive desires without worrying about breaking his lovely, delicate human wives. Spending two consecutive months of uninhibited, raw domination in this cell had left his entire mind feeling exceptionally clear and refreshed.
Though this past-life remnant soul bore the exact same beautiful face as Xiao Wu, the internal flavor and psychological resistance she provided made the experience entirely different.
Hah... this is wild, Fu Ye thought to himself with a wittily amused mental smirk. At this rate, am I truly going to inherit the ultimate legacy of Prime Minister Cao Cao and become the undisputed master of claiming other men's wives?
After this rigorous, two-month marathon, Fu Ye roughly estimated that his baseline physical limit hovered around sixty consecutive days of peak performance. However, with the active reinforcement of his system-provided God-tier Kidney Tonic, he was unequivocally invincible.
Fu Ye pulled a glowing golden vial from his inventory and downed the divine tonic in a single gulp. Instantly, an intense, surging wave of celestial vitality flooded his meridians, completely restoring his energy and leaving his handsome face radiating with peak, glowing health.
Turning his gaze back toward the floor of the completely wrecked, heavily stained cell, he looked at his subject.
The past-life Xiao Wu soul lay sprawled in the center of the ruins, her blood-red eyes completely hollow, staring blankly at the ceiling without a single flicker of conscious life left in them. Every single square inch of her phantom body had been thoroughly marked and claimed by Fu Ye over the past sixty days.
The moment Fu Ye turned around and stepped through the exit portal of the Wuyou Prison...
Flash!
A brilliant wave of dark, restorative system energy instantly washed over the cell. Within a fraction of a second, the past-life Xiao Wu's shattered consciousness was forcefully pulled back into reality. The absolute, reality-warping power of the prison instantly repaired her phantom form, completely erasing every physical trace of damage, fluid, and marking, resetting her body and the room to a pristine state.
However, while her body was perfectly restored, the vivid, agonizing memories of everything she had experienced and witnessed over the past two months remained flawlessly engraved into her mind.
Her completely restored body began to tremble uncontrollably with a deep, psychological horror. Looking around at the clean stone floor that had just been an absolute warzone of her own degradation, her eyes flared with a new layer of absolute panic.
"No... No!!! I am the wife of the Seagod! I am the wife of the Asura God Tang San!!! I am... No!!!"
Just as her mind reached the absolute precipice of snapping into permanent insanity, a heavy beam of black light cascaded from the ceiling, instantly locking her mental faculties and forcefully stabilizing her psyche.
That was the ultimate rule of this domain: without Fu Ye's explicit permission, she didn't even possess the right to escape into madness or become an idiot. She was forced to remain perfectly sane, perfectly conscious, and perfectly aware of her eternal captivity.
Fu Ye monitored her breakdown from his mental dashboard, thoroughly impressed. This Wuyou Prison was an absolute masterpiece of a tool. If he had to rate it, he would easily give it a flawless one hundred out of one hundred.
"Tsk. When the time is right, I'll drag that reincarnated 'Divine King' Tang Chuan directly into this cell to join her. Watching the two of them reunite under these exact conditions should be exceptionally entertaining. Jie jie jie..."
Returning to the Pure Present
With a casual thought, Fu Ye exited the spiritual dimension, returning his consciousness back to the waking world.
Outside, not even a single millisecond had passed. He was still lying comfortably in his large plush bed, his strong arms wrapped securely around the perfectly clean, deeply resting body of Wu Ling.
This version of Wu Ling was the one that was truly, beautifully pure. After all, that past-life remnant soul had technically been a married woman who had borne children for another man in a different timeline. If he hadn't proactively detected the awakening of that old soul and forcefully extracted it, it would have eventually attempted to devour Wu Ling's consciousness, completely hijacking her body.
Fu Ye tightened his embrace, burying his face into her soft hair.
The new prison gameplay had officially been launched. And as the old saying goes: an enemy's wife is still a wife! He was going to claim absolutely everything, leaving his enemies with nothing but despair.