After thoroughly examining Wu Ling's exquisite body and her spiritual sea to ensure that absolutely no microscopic traces of the past-life remnant soul remained, Fu Ye was abruptly grabbed by the arm and dragged out of his bedroom by Dugu Yan, the fiery little dragon girl.
Watching them leave in such a frantic rush, Wu Ling was left sitting in bed, looking a bit dazed. However, she knew her sister Yan's urgent demeanor meant that something incredibly serious must have happened down the hall.
Wanting to see what the commotion was about, she slowly attempted to shift her weight and drag her body out of bed. But the moment she moved, a violent, piercing sting of intense physical soreness shot through her core, forcing her to immediately collapse back onto the pillows.
In a state of flush-faced bewilderment, the beautiful young girl timidly pulled back the edge of her soft silk blanket to inspect herself.
Wuuu... no wonder it hurts so unbelievably bad. He completely bruised me... it's all discolored... She blushed furiously, pulling the blanket back over her head, simultaneously terrified and profoundly addicted to the memory of Fu Ye's devastating, endless stamina.
Meanwhile, inside Dugu Yan's spacious master suite, all the remaining Tianshui harem girls—excluding the resting Wu Ling—were currently huddled in a tight, anxious circle. In the center of their gathering sat a beautiful, slender girl dressed in a delicate blue dress, though her complexion was dangerously pale and her breathing was completely shallow.
The very millisecond Dugu Yan dragged Fu Ye through the door, every single one of the girls instantly turned their heads, their beautiful eyes locked onto him with absolute, burning hope.
"Hmm? What on earth is going on in here?"
Fu Ye was still mildly confused, but the moment his advanced divine senses detected a wildly chaotic, rapidly collapsing spiritual aura radiating from the center of the room, his playful demeanor vanished. Without a single word of delay, he strode directly into the center of the crowd.
"Her internal aura is completely fractured, and her cultivation base is actively regressing..."
After a single, precise glance at the fragile girl, Fu Ye instantly delivered his professional medical diagnosis. Naturally, he knew exactly who this beautiful, quiet maiden was.
It was Ye Lingling, the sole successor of the Nine-Heart Begonia martial soul, who had been ruthlessly utilized by the Heaven Dou Imperial Team yesterday as the primary spiritual terminal to link their six-man soul power array.
In the original timeline of the continent, the one utilized as the core terminal for the seven-in-one fusion array was Ning Rongrong. However, back then, Ning Rongrong had already consumed a world-defying immortal herb provided by Tang San. Even though the massive backlash of the fusion technique had been immense, the residual, colossal medicinal vitality stored within her meridians had instantly repaired her body.
Ye Lingling, however, possessed no such divine luck. Upon conducting a deeper internal scan, Fu Ye discovered that her delicate physique had already been inherently frail and structurally unhealthy to begin with.
Compounded by the devastating spiritual backflow she suffered during yesterday's match, if she didn't receive immediate, god-tier treatment, her meridians would permanently calcify, causing her cultivation base to stall eternally at Rank 40, entirely stripping her of any future growth.
Fortunately, for a man of Fu Ye's reality-bending capabilities, a solution to this catastrophic condition was utterly elementary. A lesser, sub-par fix would be utilizing a ten-thousand-year Ginseng King to patch her damaged talent.
But Fu Ye always demanded absolute perfection for the women entering his domain. The absolute premium method was to first utilize a few select petals of the legendary Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum (奇茸通天菊) to forcefully halt the active degradation of her martial soul and the leaking of her spirit power, while massively reinforcing her physical skeleton and meridians.
Following that structural reinforcement, he would later have her consume a flawless Tenth-Grade Divine Spirit Ganoderma (十品仙灵芝) to completely elevate, purify, and sublimate her bloodline and ancestral martial soul.
Sensing the dense, heavy layer of hopeful, pleading gazes from his adoring wives surrounding him, Fu Ye smiled smoothly. With a flick of his wrist, a brilliant burst of golden light flashed as he pulled three pristine, glowing petals of the Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum from his system inventory. Because she would be consuming a completely different, highly potent immortal herb later, she couldn't afford to ingest too many petals of the Chrysanthemum right now.
"If you truly wish to completely restore your damaged foundation, you will need to reside here with us for the foreseeable future," Fu Ye spoke, his deep, incredibly magnetic voice instantly washing over Ye Lingling like a soothing balm. "In my hand are three distinct petals of the Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum. They possess the supreme efficacy required to halt the active regression of your cultivation and the decay of your martial soul."
"You are to ingest exactly one petal per week. During each seven-day interval, you must direct every ounce of your focus toward thoroughly refining the massive celestial medicinal wave locked within the petal. After three weeks have passed, your internal trauma will completely stabilize. However..."
Fu Ye's golden eyes locked deeply onto her fragile face, a mysterious, incredibly dominant smile playing on his lips. "If you possess the ambition to completely break the ancestral curse of your Nine-Heart Begonia martial soul... you may come to my private chambers alone after those three weeks are up."
The moment those words left his mouth, the surrounding Tianshui girls didn't display a single shred of jealousy. Instead, every single one of them tilted their heads high, their beautiful faces bursting with an immensely proud, deeply arrogant expression that practically screamed to the newcomer:
See that? That is our supreme man! No matter what catastrophic, continent-shaking crisis you bring to him, he can solve it with a casual flick of his fingers!
"Understood... Three weeks from now, this disciple will definitely come find you, Master Fu Ye."
Ye Lingling murmured softly. Having just arrived in this foreign environment, she was clearly exceptionally reserved and timid. Yet, deep within the shadows of her fragile, trembling eyes, an intense, wildly burning fire of absolute ecstasy was quietly erupting.
Breaking the absolute curse of the Nine-Heart Begonia! That was the ultimate, unfulfilled dream that every single generation of her family's clan masters had spent their entire bloody lives desperately chasing!
"Good. During this period, properly integrate and get along with these lovely girls. If there is anything you don't understand about our household, feel free to ask any of them," Fu Ye spoke smoothly. Extending his hand with absolute, natural dominance, he gently stroked her silky hair, patting her small head.
Even though Ye Lingling had barely interacted with Fu Ye prior to this moment, seeing the absolute, profoundly loving and uninhibited devotion her close sister Dugu Yan and the other beautiful girls displayed toward this man, her body didn't offer a single trace of subconscious resistance. She merely leaned her head slightly into his warm, powerful palm, a strange, deeply satisfying sense of security blooming in her virgin heart.
Meanwhile, in the Divine Realm
Deep within the supreme, blood-red halls of the Asura Divine Temple...
"You absolute piece of garbage! Asura, you ancient, wrinkled bastard! How dare you keep this deity bound and chained in this miserable hall for so damn long..."
The Rakshasa God grumbled hysterically, his ethereal chains rattling loudly. But very quickly, a dark, deeply malicious smirk spread across his sinister, twisted face.
Heh... even though my true divine body is permanently pinned up here, I still have a fully functional divine clone wandering the mortal continent below. As long as I can locate a suitable mortal capable of housing my dense Rakshasa Divine Power before Asura's official mortal successor manages to ascend to godhood, I can pass down my divine throne and escape this mess. Jie jie jie...
However, right as his raspy, villainous laughter began to echo through the empty pillars, the heavy doors of the temple smoothly swung inward. The towering, armor-clad figure of the Asura God calmly stepped into the hall.
Seeing the terrifying, emotionless face of the supreme Enforcer of the Divine Realm, the sinister malice on the Rakshasa God's face instantly vanished, replaced by a comically frantic, deeply sycophantic grin.
"Uh... hey there, supreme leader! You didn't happen to hear a single word of what I was just muttering to myself, right?"
The Asura God didn't bother offering a single word of verbal response. Instead, with a perfectly calm, entirely routine motion, he reached down to his waist and smoothly unbuckled his heavy, solid-black leather enforcer belt.
"Actually, I heard every single syllable perfectly. A lowly criminal daring to repeatedly insult the supreme Law Enforcer of the Divine Realm? You clearly require another standard round of disciplinary correction!"
CRACK!
Within seconds, the heavy leather belt was dancing through the air of the majestic divine hall. A series of pathetic, high-pitched shrieks and fleshy thuds began to echo continuously through the pillars as the Rakshasa God was ruthlessly broken into submission yet again.
The Delights of the Mortal Dungeon
Simultaneously, back on the Douluo Continent, deep within the absolute darkest, most moisture-dripping subterranean dungeon of Spirit Hall...
WHIP!
CRACK!
"ARGHHH!!! OW!!! STOP IT!!!"
A heavily muscled, brutal prison guard was currently sweating profusely, pouring every ounce of his physical strength into swinging a heavy, steel-barbed whip directly across the body of Tang Chuan, who was tightly shackled to the cold stone wall.
A series of agonizing, blood-curdling screeches tore out of the cell, echoing down the damp corridor.
Hearing those pathetic screams, the surrounding cells—filled with the most heinous, twisted criminals, serial killers, and perverted mass murderers on the continent—lay comfortably atop their cold stone slabs, completely enjoying the "delightful, melodious" entertainment. To them, listening to someone else receive a more brutal beating was the ultimate form of prison relaxation.
"Are you gonna talk?! Are you gonna talk or not?!" the guard roared, completely entering a rhythmic flow state as he swung the barbed whip over and over, his voice perfectly matching the heavy thwack of the metal tearing through flesh.
"What the hell do you want me to say?! You haven't asked me a single goddamn question! If you don't ask, how the fuck am I supposed to talk?!" Tang Chuan screamed back in absolute, hyper-frustrated fury. His face was entirely swollen, and his clothes had long since been shredded into bloody rags, his dark, emancipated skin completely covered in crisscrossing, oozing lacerations.
Indeed, outside of the glorious reincarnated "Divine King" Tang Chuan, who else on this continent could possibly possess the absolute honor of receiving such specialized, high-tier treatment?
Hearing Tang Chuan's hysterical logic, the secondary guard standing by the door momentarily froze, blinking his eyes. "Wait... brother, he's actually right. We haven't actually asked him anything yet."
However, the guard who had already thoroughly warmed up and was having an absolute blast whipping the boy didn't give a single damn. He glared at Tang Chuan and violently cracked the whip against the floor.
"Shut up! 'Are you gonna talk' is just my personal, non-negotiable catchphrase! I wasn't actually asking you a question, you piece of trash! How dare a pathetic inmate have the audacity to talk back to me?! You're just begging for more!"
CRACK!
The steel whip tore through the air again, instantly splashing a fresh coat of dark, crimson blood across the stone wall.
"Hey, big brother, take it easy. If you keep swinging with that much force, the kid is genuinely going to die," the secondary guard warned, stepping forward to slightly restrain his partner.
"Die? This trash publicly screamed the Empress Pope's private name and hurled vile insults at her holiness in front of millions of citizens! Letting him die quickly would be an absolute mercy!" The lead guard spat on the floor, handing the heavy handle over. "Here, your turn! Keep swinging! We'll rotate every hundred strikes. The kid is a Rank 40 Soul Ancestor; his physical constitution isn't nearly as fragile as you think. Whip him until his bones show!"
Right at that exact microsecond, a tiny, completely invisible ball of dark grey spiritual mist quietly drifted through the high ventilation slot of the dungeon, silently sinking directly into Tang Chuan's chest.
The moment the dark mist entered his soul, it immediately detected the absolute, wildly overflowing ocean of pure, unmitigated hatred and resentment swirling within the boy's core, perfectly mirroring the exact physical torment taking place in front of it.
Deep within Tang Chuan's consciousness, a sinister, ethereal voice erupted with absolute, tearful joy:
Holy heavens... this kid is perfect! My magnificent mortal scapegoat has officially been found!