In the end, Fu Ye was thrown out of Moonlight Pavilion by Yuehua, who had him by the ear. The students arriving for class happened to witness the entire scene.
"Wow. Big Brother Fu Ye and Instructor Yuehua are so close."
"Instructor Yuehua is blushing. Could she have fallen for Big Brother Fu Ye?"
"Brother, you've got guts. You even dared to court Instructor Yuehua."
"My father died early. If Big Brother Fu Ye doesn't mind, I'm willing. Sob, sob, sob."
"Brother, watch what you say. Our father is only thirty this year!"
Fu Ye, having been tossed outside, looked at Tang Yuehua's angry little expression and found her genuinely adorable.
Still, no matter how adorable she was, he couldn't eat her right now. She had teased him until he was full of pent-up fire. He would go back later tonight and have a deeper exchange of feelings with that little fool Ah Yin.
As for when he would next visit Moonlight Pavilion, he had already settled it with Yuehua: he would come again the afternoon after tomorrow.
After all, these students still had plenty to learn. As for training their bearing and temperament, Tang Yuehua still had to teach that herself. He only needed to come help lighten her burden when she taught the guqin.
Still, Moonlight Pavilion's benefits really were excellent. Even as a mere assistant, Tang Yuehua paid him fifteen hundred Gold Soul Coins a month.
Of course, that was an astronomical sum for ordinary people, but for Fu Ye, who had unlimited money, wealth mattered far less than spending more time cultivating feelings with Yuehua.
That bastard Tang Hao wouldn't come here anyway. Later, he would bring Yuehua back to the Clear Sky Sect to meet those old geezers, then thoroughly beat Tang Hao to a pulp.
As for Tang San's Mother, Fu Ye had already begun looking for a suitable match for her. After all, his System Shop sold practically everything, respectable or otherwise.
Minor trends could be changed, but major trends could not. As long as Tang Hao was alive, Tang San would be his son, and he would definitely find a wife and have Tang San at the appropriate time.
At first, Fu Ye had considered pairing Chrysanthemum Douluo with Tang Hao. But after thinking about it, he decided he was being too tasteless, so that absurd plan was dropped.
After all, a First Martial Soul of Immortal Herb Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum and a Second Spirit of Clear Sky Hammer—if Tang San were paired with such a powerful combination, wouldn't he make all sorts of outrageous things with it?
One had to know that Chrysanthemum Douluo's ultimate move was practically the same as Tang San's Wrath of the Buddha Tang Lotus.
Yue Guan: Chrysanthemums shattered, wounds covered the ground; flowers fell, hearts broke.
Tang San: Take this, Wrath of the Buddha Tang Lotus Pro-Max!
Oh my gosh, the scene suddenly came to life!
When he returned to Gathering Fragrance Pavilion, Ah Yin had already awakened. She was sitting on the balcony sofa, photosynthesizing.
For Ah Yin, basking in the sun had always been something that relaxed both body and mind.
At nine in the evening, Fu Ye held Ah Yin as they lay on the open-air sofa and admired the moon. It was not the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight, yet the moon was especially round.
At that moment, a figure dressed in white appeared beside Fu Ye and clasped his hands toward him.
"Thank you, brother."
"No need for such courtesy, brother. I may be away from Gathering Fragrance Pavilion for a while in the future. Just help me look after it."
Fu Ye looked entirely at ease. Naturally, he knew who the visitor was. Chen Xin, who had spent two full days in Enlightenment, had finally awakened.
"Rest assured, brother. If Gathering Fragrance Pavilion faces trouble, I, Chen Xin, will be the first to act."
"Mm. Much obliged."
Chen Xin nodded and left. Fu Ye immediately picked Ah Yin up. Seeing the slightly bewildered look in her eyes, a smile curled across his lips. He leaned close to her ear and whispered.
"Wife."
"Mm~"
Dragons were lustful by nature, to say nothing of Fu Ye, who possessed the Dragon God Spirit and pure Dragon God Bloodline.
Though the Dragon God of Douluo Continent could only be considered a mixed-blood dragon, here, it was the ancestor of all soul beasts, the strongest soul beast! There was no second!
Elsewhere, there were still four people in today's Interrogation Room, though two were newcomers. As for the first two, they had not held on. They had died in the final round of concentrated salt water before dawn.
Bibi Dong's eyes were even colder than they had been two days ago. The two newly arrived Spirit Hall underlings wore their terror plainly on their faces, but Bibi Dong had no interest in their hypocritical expressions.
They ate the food provided by Spirit Hall, yet turned around and colluded with the enemy to harm their own people.
The moment Bibi Dong discovered them, she had already sentenced them to death. If they named the mastermind, they could die quickly. If they concealed the truth, they would be whipped with iron whips. Once their flesh had been flayed away, they would be washed with salt water and acid.
Those who failed to endure were lucky. If they survived and still refused to talk the next day, their flesh would be carved away with knives. Every piece cut off would be fed to dogs before their eyes. She wanted to see just how hard their mouths could be!
Swish.
Crack!
One lash tore open a gruesome bloody gash in the flesh of a fat, well-fed Spirit Hall minor supervisor.
"Ah!!! Aah!!!!"
The immense pain made cold sweat stream down the fat man's forehead.
Swish!
Bang!
This strike landed directly on his knee, shattering the entire joint. It was enough to show just how tremendous Bibi Dong's strength was!
"Ah!!!! I'll talk! I'll talk! Saintess, I'll talk!"
Clearly, he was a soft target. Bibi Dong had only struck him twice before he confessed.
After hearing his words, Bibi Dong merely nodded without asking anything. Instead, she carried the Steel Whip over to the other man. Without a word, she struck and broke his shoulder.
Swish!
Crack!
"Ah!!! I'll talk! I—"
Yet after hearing him, Bibi Dong still did not stop. Another lash struck directly across his waist.
Swish!
Crack!
The whip split open his flesh. Then she returned to the fat man. By now, he had been frightened into losing control of both bladder and bowels, but Bibi Dong only frowned slightly before lashing his right shoulder again.
Crack!
"Ah!!! Spare me, Saintess! It was all Yu Xiaogang! It was all Yu Xiaogang! I'm guilty, I'm guilty! I took dirty money, but my crime doesn't deserve death, Saintess!!"
At last, Bibi Dong heard the answer she wanted. She then turned her gaze to the other man and continued whipping him without hesitation.
Swish!
"Saintess, I, ah!!!!!"
"It was Yu Xiaogang! It was Yu Xiaogang! He bribed me with money, and he threatened that if I told anyone about this, I would be dead! It was him! It was him!"
Looking at the two Spirit Hall low-ranking supervisors before her, their hands and feet broken, Bibi Dong's face broke into a brilliant smile.
She then turned toward the guards behind her, who controlled five or six ten-year soul dogs, as well as the Soul Ancestor responsible for healing nearby.
"The two ingrates who survived last night are no longer of any use. Every quarter-hour, cut off one hand or foot and feed it to the dogs. Let these two newcomers watch and see exactly what happens to those who betray Spirit Hall."
Seeing the brilliant smile on Bibi Dong's face, everyone present felt an inexplicable chill rise along their backs. They knew Yu Xiaogang was finished!
When she pushed open the doors, two tall, thin figures stood before her.
"Ghost Uncle, help me invite that useless Yu Xiaogang over. I have something I'd like to discuss with him properly."
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