"Let us give our grandest congratulations to the Tianshui Academy Team for successfully claiming the ultimate championship of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament!"
The curtain finally fell on the grandest tournament of the continent. Although the Spirit Hall Academy Team had been widely hailed as the strongest generation in a century, they simply lacked the absolute power required to clash with such a monstrous line-up. After all, Tianshui boasted a baseline cultivation where even the lowest-ranking member was a Spirit King, backed by the reality-bending might of three distinct Martial Soul Fusion skills.
By evening, within the grandest luxury restaurant in Spirit City, the atmosphere inside the supreme Tianzi No. 1 private suite was buzzing with immense joy.
Fu Ye had personally brought his gorgeous pack of Tianshui girls here to thoroughly indulge in the finest, most exquisite local delicacies the capital city had to offer.
True to her usual bold nature, the young and exquisitely beautiful Wu Ling had immediately occupied the absolute highest territory—sitting squarely and possessively right on Fu Ye's lap. Seeing her familiar, clingy antics, the rest of the girls merely giggled and offered knowing, affectionate smiles. After all, every single one of them had already been thoroughly loved and molded into Fu Ye's perfect "shape."
In fact, what the older girls were truly looking forward to was seeing the adorable, blushing embarrassment Wu Ling would display after she finally crossed the ultimate line with him. Back when Shui Bing'er first joined, and with every subsequent sister who followed, each one had been ruthlessly teased and initiated by the existing members of the harem.
Xiao Wu and Liu Erlong sat on either side of Fu Ye, their beautiful eyes curving into lovely crescents as they shared a silent, intensely intimate understanding.
"Grand-master, you promised us before that if we won the Continental Championship, you would give us a grand, mysterious reward," Wu Ling murmured, blinking her large, incredibly expressive dark eyes.
By now, the young girl had grown significantly, matching Xiao Wu's tall, slender height perfectly. Their facial features bore a striking, almost twin-like resemblance, though their temperaments differed beautifully; while Xiao Wu was vibrant, playful, and fiercely energetic, Wu Ling exuded the gentle, tranquil charm of a sweet neighborhood maiden.
As she spoke, she slowly shifted her position in his lap. Her smooth, fair thighs lightly wrapped around his waist, while her pristine, jade-white arms tightly encircled his neck.
Feeling the soft, voluptuous contours of her developing body pressing flush against his chest, accompanied by the warm, sweet fragrance of her breath lingering on his skin, Fu Ye internally groaned.
Seriously, who on earth taught this little rabbit to be so aggressively provocative?!
Right at that moment, Zhu Zhuyun and Xiao Wu subtly exchanged a triumphant, mischievous glance across the table, as if silently boasting, Yep, that's our stellar coaching at work.
Hearing Wu Ling bring up the prize, almost every single girl at the table instantly locked their sparkling eyes onto Fu Ye. Their gazes were filled with absolute adoration and intense anticipation—after all, this was their man, and their man never, ever lied to them!
"Ahem! This mysterious reward will naturally be distributed the moment we return to Tianshui Academy," Fu Ye cleared his throat, maintaining his composure.
In truth, what else could his supreme reward be? It was nothing less than full, tailored sets of 200,000-year Auspicious Great Beast spirit bones for each of them. To him, such continent-shaking treasures weren't even considered expensive.
Hearing his vague answer, Wu Ling wasn't entirely satisfied. She leaned in even closer, her soft lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck as she exhaled a breath as sweet as orchids.
"Wu Ling also has a very special gift she wants to give to Grand-master... but it's completely different from yours. I'll be personally delivering it to your room tonight."
Heaven above... this little girl is simply too good at teasing. Even an absolute grandmaster of romance like Fu Ye found himself momentarily overwhelmed.
Consequently, the sudden spike in his roaring testosterone caused a highly prominent, rock-hard physical reaction to surge directly beneath Wu Ling, causing her seated position on his lap to slowly elevate...
"Grand... Grandmaster..."
Feeling that colossal, throbbing wave of sheer pressure beneath her, Wu Ling instantly froze in place, her beautiful face turning bright crimson. Though she found it utterly mind-boggling, the unmistakable sensation of sitting squarely atop a massive, burning water pipe was entirely real and terrifyingly close.
"Alright, my adorable little disciple, it's time to eat," Fu Ye chuckled softly, patting her perky rear to defuse the tension.
The Strategy of the Wives
As night fell over Spirit City, the atmosphere became unusually quiet. To Fu Ye's profound surprise, not a single one of his usual, passionately possessive wives came knocking on his bedroom door.
Curious, Fu Ye cast his spiritual perception through his network of hidden puppets to check their locations. The moment he saw the layout, his vision practically went black with amusement. More than a dozen of his lovely women were currently huddled tightly inside a single, large master bedroom down the hall, actively whispering and plotting what looked like a massive, coordinated "strategic deployment" to ensure Wu Ling received her uninterrupted solo time tonight.
Not long after, a series of light, incredibly hesitant knocks quietly vibrated against his bedroom door.
Knock, knock, knock.
Fu Ye smiled smoothly, walking over and gently clicking the latch open.
"Clack."
As the heavy wooden door swung inward, his eyes were immediately treated to a breathtaking sight. Standing in the dimly lit hallway was Wu Ling, dressed entirely in an exquisite, high-born noble outfit.
There were no overly flashy or complicated modern designs; it was the exact silver-accented aristocratic dress she had been wearing on the fateful day Fu Ye and her master had first rescued her from a grim fate.
The elegant silver dress beautifully hugged her slender waist, while her long, flawlessly sculpted legs were tightly encased in a pair of sheer, translucent white thigh-high stockings. Her exquisite, dainty face was adorned with a subtle touch of elegant makeup, causing her to look utterly ethereal and drop-dead gorgeous under the silver caress of the moonlight.
"Grand-master... the night is so terribly quiet, and Wu Ling felt a bit lonely. May I come in and talk with you for a while?" she asked, her demeanor perfectly poised and graceful, embodying the ultimate image of a refined noble lady.
"Of course. Come on in and take a seat," Fu Ye replied smoothly.
The moment his words left his lips, Wu Ling stepped gracefully into the room. Without a hint of hesitation, she reached back, cleanly shut the heavy door, and firmly turned the deadbolt, locking them inside.
"Hmm????" Fu Ye raised an eyebrow internally.
Locking the door was one thing, but locking it the absolute second she walked in? While he was well aware that this lovely little disciple harbored deeply "rebellious" intentions toward him, he felt like he couldn't just constantly remain the passive victim of these aggressive girls.
"Grand-master... I want a hug," Wu Ling whispered softly, completely dropping her aristocratic mask as she opened her slender arms wide, her eyes pooling with deep, vulnerable affection as she waited for him.
Fu Ye's gaze softened. Smiling, he stepped forward and pulled her tightly into his embrace, wrapping his powerful arms around her waist. A wave of intoxicating, sweet fragrance instantly filled his senses, warming his chest.
"Grand-master, these are the exact clothes I wore the day you and Master saved my life," she murmured gently against his chest. As she spoke, her delicate hands lightly pressed against his torso, gradually guiding his footsteps backward until the back of his knees hit the plush edge of the large bed.
"Mnn. I remember it perfectly," Fu Ye replied, his voice deep and soothing as his mind drifted back to their first meeting.
However, before he could say another word, Fu Ye felt a delightfully cool, slender sensation—like a smooth little snake—sliding beneath his shirt as her fair fingers traced his chest. Immediately after, a firm, surprisingly strong surge of physical affection pushed him backward, causing him to fall flat onto the soft mattress.
Tonight, the moonlight streaming through the large windows was exceptionally brilliant. Wu Ling stood over him, her dark eyes briefly flickering with a deeply complex, unreadable emotion. But as the radiant silver light washed over her form, she reached back, cleanly unzipping her silver dress.
The heavy fabric cascaded smoothly down to the floor, leaving her standing before him clad only in a single layer of ultra-thin, completely translucent white gauze that left absolutely nothing of her breathtakingly voluptuous, pristine curves to the imagination.
"Fu Ye... Wu Ling truly, deeply loves you," she whispered, a pair of crystalline tears silently rolling down her flushed, beautifully made-up cheeks. "If you don't find Wu Ling unworthy... I want to become your woman tonight. I want to bear your beautiful, precious babies."
As those words left her lips, a sudden, inexplicable shift occurred within her soul. Fu Ye's divine senses instantly detected a profound, ancient, and utterly indescribable layer of majestic divinity—a sacred aura (神韵)—quietly awakening deep within her core.
The floodgates of passion completely burst.
Throughout the wildly passionate, uninhibited night, Fu Ye deliberately activated his advanced Time Barriers twice, expanding their hours of raw, primal intimacy into a vast, unending ocean of pleasure, completely free from the constraints of the outside world.
The New Identity
When the morning sun finally pierced through the curtains, Fu Ye slowly blinked his eyes open. Looking down, his heart filled with a deep sense of absolute satisfaction as he gazed at the soft, completely spent form of Wu Ling curled up tightly against his bare chest.
Wanting to prolong their peaceful solitude, he casually flicked his wrist, casting another localized Time Barrier over the bed before holding her closer and closing his eyes to rest.
A long time later, Wu Ling finally stirred from her deep slumber. The moment her dark eyes opened, a sudden, distinct flicker of profound panic and existential confusion flashed within them.
However, the very millisecond she felt the tight, burning warmth of Fu Ye's powerful arms wrapped protectively around her bare waist, the suffocating terror in her chest instantly melted away, replaced by absolute peace.
Right then, Fu Ye slowly opened his magnificent, glowing golden eyes, staring deeply into her soul.
"Wu Ling... is there something weighing heavily on your mind?"
Fu Ye could easily guess what was happening. Given the mysterious divine aura that had stirred within her last night, it was highly probable that she had officially begun awakening the memories of her supreme past life.
"Grand-master, I..."
Before she could utter another word, Fu Ye gently extended a single finger, pressing it firmly against her soft, swollen lips to silence her. His lips curved into a deeply possessive, intensely loving smirk.
"From this moment onward, you are no longer allowed to call me Grand-master. You must call me Husband... after all, you are thoroughly my woman now."