Moonlight Pavilion

The two guards keeping watch in the Interrogation Room broke out in cold sweats the moment they heard that. Douse them with concentrated saltwater and acid! Take turns doing it every fifteen minutes!

After Bibi Dong left, the two guards tremblingly entered the Interrogation Room. Yet the sight inside sent a chill through even these two men, who were accustomed to bloody scenes.

The four people hanging before them in iron chains did not have a single patch of intact flesh left on their bodies. Huge swathes of skin and meat had been flayed open, leaving the two guards dazed.

"Brother, if we keep taking turns splashing them with concentrated saltwater and acid, won't they just die here?"

"Are you stupid? What does it have to do with us whether they live or die? We're just grunts. We follow orders!"

"You've got a point!"

After leaving the Interrogation Room, Bibi Dong slowly made her way to the small garden behind Pope's Hall and sat down. This was a place she often visited. Whenever she felt unhappy, she liked coming here to clear her mind.

Leaning against the cold stone steps, Bibi Dong looked up at the sea of stars. As memories of the past flooded back, warm tears streamed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

At that moment, she wondered whether things would have worked out naturally between them if she had not been Spirit Hall's Saintess. Would he not have been tortured to death by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?

Tears blurred her vision, but her eyes brimmed with hatred for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—and for Yu Xiaogang, that murderous culprit.

If she could, she truly wanted to slice Yu Xiaogang's flesh away piece by piece and skin him alive!

"You all have to be buried with him. Sob... sob..."

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Yet Qian Xunji, hiding in the shadows, saw the entire scene. The dead could not return to life. He only hoped that his disciple would be able to shoulder the banner of Spirit Hall in the future.

Of course, the dead could not return to life—but their protagonist, Fu Ye, was not dead at all.

"System, do you think I can dig the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena out from underground during the first era of Douluo?"

Ding. This is the world of the first era of Douluo. This world does not contain people or things that would only appear in the second or third eras of Douluo. So even if the host turns the Star Dou Great Forest upside down, the Ten Great Ferocious Beasts of the second era of Douluo do not exist, nor does Gu Yuena of the third era of Douluo.

Although Fu Ye found the System's words somewhat strange, it made no difference to him whether the Ten Great Ferocious Beasts existed or not.

"First, I'll head to Moonlight Pavilion and pick up Tang Hao's little sister. He dared cause trouble on my turf, so I won't be polite with him."

With that thought, Fu Ye's figure flashed and vanished from where he stood. He was absolutely going to be a Yellow Hair!

Moonlight Pavilion was not far from Fu Ye's Gathering Fragrance Pavilion. An ordinary person could reach it in fifteen minutes, while Fu Ye was naturally somewhat faster.

As the scenery rapidly shifted around him, Fu Ye arrived on a somewhat quiet avenue. However, the buildings here were exceptionally lavish.

Fu Ye looked at the large golden characters on the red plaque before him: Moonlight Pavilion.

To be honest, Fu Ye had never dealt much with the imperial family or nobility. In the past, he spent every day training. Occasionally, he would treat someone to a meal, drink tea, or stroll around with a birdcage.

Still, he had seen Tang Yuehua a few times—though only from afar. They did not know each other.

Because Fu Ye was simply too handsome and possessed a bearing far beyond that of ordinary people, the two guards at Moonlight Pavilion's entrance did not even glance at him before letting him inside.

Fu Ye could only say that being handsome and having a good temperament really did open doors wherever you went.

Upon entering Moonlight Pavilion, the gilded walls surrounding him exuded an air of elegance and luxury. Brilliant purple flowers grew in the courtyard by the entrance, while the light-brown corridors were spotless.

Watching the water flow down the artificial mountain, Fu Ye felt his heart calm at that very moment.

There were also students leisurely making their way toward the classrooms. Following their route, Fu Ye arrived at a spacious, brightly lit classroom.

"Brother, where are you from? How come I've never seen you before?"

"Damn, brother, isn't your face a little too unfair?"

"Handsome, can I be friends with you?"

"Wow, big brother, can I sit next to you?"

Fu Ye's appearance threw the place into a bit of a mess. He ignored the words of the men and women around him. His goal was clear: he wanted to become a Yellow Hair and whisk away Tang Hao's little sister.

He still remembered that, in the original story, Tang Yuehua seemed to like Tang Hao as well. He had no idea what she was thinking, but he felt it was necessary to pull her sensibilities back to the level of a normal person. Forbidden love was absolutely unacceptable.

Looking at the ornaments on the desk, it seemed this class was for practicing the qin. Fu Ye simply opened the System Shop.

Item: Perfect-Level Qin Mastery, Stock: 99999 (maximum one per purchase), Free

Congratulations, Host, on purchasing Perfect-Level Qin Mastery ×1.

Congratulations, Host, on using Perfect-Level Qin Mastery. Your qin skill has reached the perfect level.

As an endless flood of insights into qin artistry poured into his mind, Fu Ye gently brushed his hand over the ancient qin before him. It felt incomparably familiar, as if he had immersed himself in the art of the qin for decades.

"Kid, you're new here. I don't know how good your qin skills are. Since Instructor Yuehua hasn't arrived yet, how about we have a little contest?"

Fu Ye raised an eyebrow upon hearing that. Sure enough, someone had come looking for trouble.

Fu Ye had clearly felt several disgruntled gazes fixed on him earlier. But a contest of qin skills? Then this guy had really kicked an iron plate.

"How would you like to compete?"

Fu Ye was not angered by the provocation. After all, with his looks and bearing, it would have been strange if these young nobles were not jealous.

"How about original compositions? Let all the students here judge the winner."

The other party appeared very confident. Fu Ye was momentarily stunned, then looked at him as though he were an idiot. Original composition?

Did he even need to compose something himself? His mind was full of qin scores from his past life. If he casually pulled out any one of them, it would be enough to leave these people stunned for an entire year.

Seeing Fu Ye's expression, the youth assumed he was afraid. But before he could mock him, Fu Ye nodded directly.

"Sure, no problem."

Fu Ye had already decided what piece he would play.

"Will you go first, or shall I—"

"What, kid, you're pretty arrogant, huh? I'll go first. Just watch how I make you lose completely!"

Huh? He got worked up already? Fu Ye had not even done anything. Why was he so agitated?

"My original piece is called 'Yearning.' I spent a whole month composing it."

There was a trace of cruelty in the youth's eyes as he looked at Fu Ye. He seemed eager to see a terrified expression on Fu Ye's face.

Yet... there was none. Fu Ye could not even be bothered to spare him a glance, merely staring silently at the ancient qin before him as though contemplating something.

"You—"

Look, he was getting anxious again. A disciple of Moonlight Pavilion, yet he could not even control his temper properly. All that could be said was that he was wasting resources by coming here.

"Hm? Play your piece. I'm not interrupting you."

Fu Ye's casual words made this idiot's blood pressure shoot straight up. Still, he had some self-control. Otherwise, Fu Ye could not guarantee that he would walk out through that door in one piece today.

"Dang dang, dang dang dang dang dang dang dang."

"Dang dang, dang dang dang dang dang dang dang."

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