Moon Pavilion, Tang Yuehua's Office
[Tang Yuehua's current favorability: 95%]
Fu Ye held Tang Yuehua in his arms, her flushed face betraying the turmoil in her heart. He leaned close, his breath brushing against her ear, sending a slight shiver through her body.
"Sister Yuehua… you smell wonderful."
His cheek pressed against her delicate skin, the warmth making her tremble as if something irreversible had just begun.
"Hmph…"
Tang Yuehua closed her clear, autumn-like eyes, as though resigning herself to fate.
Seeing Tang Yuehua's shy demeanor, Fu Ye wasted no time—pushing her down onto the plush sofa.
Startled,Tang Yuehua's light brown eyes flew open in panic.
"Sister Yuehua… you're breathtaking."
Without another word, Fu Ye started kissing her lips.
Tang Yuehua struggled weakly, but Fu Ye grip was unyielding. His kiss was domineering, leaving her flustered—yet his hands wandered freely, turning her cheeks as red as ripe apples.
"Mmmph—!"
"Hah…"
His fingers traced the curves of her ample bosom, refusing to relent. He knew—if he didn't take the initiative, this fragile barrier between them would never break.
As a soundproof barrier enveloped the room, no one outside could guess what was unfolding within.
…
By evening, Tang Yuehua's face still burned with defiance, even as she lay limp beneath Fu Ye.
"Sister Yuehua… still not convinced?" Fu Ye teased, gazing down at her with amusement.
"Hmph… I refuse to accept this."
Yet even asTang Yuehua stubbornly held her ground, her body had long since surrendered.
By midnight, she could barely move—yet her pride remained unbroken.
Fu Ye, never one for pointless arguments, simply pulled her close and let sleep claim them both.
[Congratulations, Host! Successfully Captured Tang Yuehua—Favorability 100%, Locked.]
…
Meanwhile—Spirit Hall, Pope's Palace, Interrogation Room
Yu Xiaogang was in dire straits.
"Brother! Please, I beg you—let me go! I can't take it anymore! I really can't!"
His face twisted in agony, streaked with dirt and sweat.
"Tch. And here I thought today was just the warm-up."
"Hahaha! Saintess ordered us to take special care of you. For the next six months, the only faces you'll see are ours!"
"Bibi Dong! Bibi Dong—!" His voice cracked into a sob.
Annoyed, the lead guard shoved a filthy sock into his mouth.
"Shut the hell up."
…
Back at Moon Pavilion
Tang Yuehua, now no longer even a soul master, needed a full day of rest after her night with Fu Ye.
When she awoke, the sky was still dark—and Fu Ye was gone.
"You beast… you took my body and vanished? Get back here!"
"Creak—"
The door opened softly. Fu Ye stepped in, carrying a bowl of nourishing soup.
"What's this? Already planning our next round, Sister Yuehua?"
Her heart warmed at the sight of him, but she stubbornly turned away.
"Hmph. I'm not speaking to you." (Translation: Coax me, you idiot.)
"Really? You'd give up so easily?"
Fu Ye words reignited the blush on her cheeks.
'Give up? Never.'
Just remembering last night's passion made her pulse race.
"You're shameless… utterly without principle."
Yet she still accepted the soup he offered, sipping it obediently.
"Gulp…"
The warmth spread through her, soothing her exhausted body.
"Drink up. Later, take this spirit herb—it'll strengthen your constitution. Next time, don't push yourself so hard. Your delicate frame can't handle my… enthusiasm."
"Hmph! Maybe if you weren't so insatiable, I wouldn't have to!"
Her face burned as she spoke. Even now, her lower abdomen still ached faintly.
"Because I adore you. And I know you felt it too."
He fed her another spoonful.
"Felt… what?" She blinked, confused.
"My burning devotion."
"Ah! You—you degenerate!"
…
Six Months Later
Time flew. Fu Ye's life had been… fulfilling.
He'd sent Ah Yin to live with Ah Wu in the Star Dou Forest, while the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger stood guard alongside Da Ming and Er Ming.
His restaurant? Protected by a Ultimate Douluo-level puppet.
Tang Yuehua's Wishful Ring martial soul had evolved into a Moon Ring after consuming a Moonlight Fairy Herb from Fu Ye's system shop. She'd even broken through to Soul Grandmaster.
As for Fu Ye? His days were split between Yuehua's chambers and the Star Dou Forest—blissfully uneventful.
Yu Xiaogang, however, was nowhere to be found—until Fu Ye's system tracker led him to an underground cell near the Pope's Palace.
The sight was… graphic.
Bibi Dong visited daily, her gaze a mix of resentment and grim satisfaction. Clearly, she'd orchestrated this.
"Heh. When it comes to cruelty, Senior Sister is still the master."
He hadn't shown himself to her yet—but he'd left a mark, allowing him to monitor her or teleport to her side anytime.
After all, she'd done so much for him. He wasn't that heartless.
With Yu Xiaogang out of the picture, Fu Ye wondered—would Qian Renxue still target Bibi Dong?
But more importantly, he needed Qian Xunji to produce an heir within four years.
At the right moment, Fu Ye cast a bewitching hex on Tang Hao—ensuring he'd ambush Qian Xunji under cover of night, crushing him with a single hammer strike.
The result? Just like the original timeline:
Haotian Sect goes into seclusion.
Qian Xunji dies by Tang Hao's hand.
Tang Hao, branded a criminal, flees to the countryside.
There, he'd father Tang San with a female version of Zhao Wuji.
"How did Tang Hao's wife die?"
Ah… that's a story for another time.
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