The two guards stationed outside the interrogation room broke into a cold sweat upon hearing the order. Concentrated salt water and acid—poured on them in turns every quarter of an hour!
After Bibi Dong left, the trembling guards stepped inside, only to be met with a sight that horrified even them—men hardened by bloodshed.
The four prisoners, bound in iron chains, no longer had a single patch of unbroken skin. Flesh hung in ragged strips, their wounds gaping and raw. The gruesome sight left the guards momentarily stunned.
"Brother… if we keep dousing them like this, won't they die in here?"
"Tch, since when do we care if they live or die? We're just lackeys—follow orders and shut up."
"...Right."
…
Bibi Dong walked slowly to the small garden behind the Supreme Pontiff Palace, a place she often retreated to when weighed down by sorrow.
Leaning against the cold stone steps, she gazed up at the starry sky, warm tears slipping unbidden down her cheeks.
'If I weren't the Spirit Hall's Saintess… could I have been with him freely? Would he still have been tortured to death by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?'
Her vision blurred, but the hatred in her heart burned clear—for that clan, and for him, Yu Xiaogang, the murderer.
If she could, she would carve the flesh from Yu Xiaogang's bones piece by piece, flay him alive—
"You will all join him in the grave. Wuwuwu…"
(╥﹏╥)
Hidden in the shadows, Qian Xunji watched silently. 'The dead cannot return.'
All Qian Xunji could hope was that his disciple would one day shoulder the Spirit Hall's legacy.
Of course, the dead couldn't return—but the boy in question, was very much alive.
…
"System, can I wake up the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena, during this era?"
[Ding. This is the Douluo 1 timeline. Entities exclusive to Douluo 2 and Douluo 3—such as the Ten Great Ferocious Beasts or Gu Yuena—do not exist here. Even if the host razes the Star Dou Forest, you won't find them.]
Fu Ye found the explanation odd, but the absence of those beasts mattered little to him.
"First, I'll head to Moon Pavilion and pick up Tang Hao's sister. If they dare cause trouble in my territory, I won't hold back."
With that, his figure flickered—vanishing instantly.
'That yellow-haired brat… Oh, I'll deal with him properly.'
…
Moon Pavilion wasn't far from Fu Ye's Juxiang Pavilion—a fifteen-minute walk for most, but Fu Ye moved faster.
The scenery blurred past as he arrived at a lavishly decorated yet sparsely populated avenue. A crimson plaque loomed overhead, its golden characters gleaming: Moon Pavilion.
Truthfully, Fu Ye had never mingled with nobility here. Between relentless cultivation and the occasional leisure—dining, tea, bird-watching—he'd only glimpsed Tang Yuehua from afar.
But his striking looks and peerless aura ensured the guards didn't even glance his way before letting him pass.
'Handsome face, transcendent charm—life's just easier this way.'
Inside, gilded walls exuded opulence. A garden of vibrant purple flowers flanked the entrance, while the polished light-brown corridors gleamed immaculate.
The murmur of water over rockeries soothed Fu Ye's mind into rare calm.
Students ambled toward classrooms. Fu Ye trailed them into a spacious, sunlit hall—
"Bro, where're you from? Never seen you before!"
"Damn, your looks are unfair!"
"Hey, wanna be friends?"
"Can I sit with you? Please?"
Fu Ye ignored the clamor. His goal was clear: Play the villain, kidnap Tang Hao's sister.
He recalled that Tang Yuehua harbored feelings for her brother in the original story. Whether reciprocated or not, he'd drag her back to sanity.
'No taboo romance on my watch.'
The classroom's setup suggested a piano lesson. Fu Ye opened the System Mall without hesitation.
[Product: Perfect-Grade Zither Art | Stock: 99,999 (Free, One-Time Purchase)]
[Congratulations! Host has acquired Perfect Zither Skill x1.]
[Skill activated. Host's zither mastery is now flawless.]
Knowledge flooded his mind—decades of mastery condensed into an instant. His fingers brushed the strings, the instrument now an extension of himself.
"New kid, since Teacher Yuehua isn't here yet, how about a duel? Let's see if your skills match your face."
Fu Ye's eyebrow arched. 'Ah, the troublemaker arrives.'
Earlier, he'd sensed hostility from several students. But challenging him to a zither duel?
'You're digging your own grave.'
"How do you want to compete?"
Fu Ye remained unruffled. Noble brats jealous of his looks? Predictable.
"Original compositions. The audience decides the winner."
The boy smirked, oozing confidence. Fu Ye nearly laughed. 'Original? My head's full of masterpieces from another world. Any one would shatter your ego.'
"Fine by me."
He'd already chosen his piece.
"You first, or me?"
"Hah! Scared already? I'll go first—watch and despair!"
Fu Ye blinked. 'So aggressive? I barely spoke.'
"This piece is called Remembrance—a month's labor of love."
The boy's glare promised humiliation, but Fu Ye didn't spare him a glance, instead studying his zither as if lost in thought.
"You—!"
"Hmm? Play. I won't interrupt."
The casual dismissal spiked the boy's blood pressure, but he restrained himself—wise, given Fu Ye's unspoken threat.
Plink. Plink-plink-plink-plink—
The melody unfolded, saccharine and overwrought—a harem drama's soundtrack.
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