Hearing this, Jiang Jing's eyes went wide with shock. She clearly remembered how her mother had desperately pleaded with her back then, trying to convince her to leave with that refined, middle-aged noble!
"I heard everything you and your mother whispered back then," Fu Ye said smoothly, stretching his limbs as he slowly stood up from the plush sofa. He turned his gaze entirely onto the trembling cat girl. "And of course, an old fox like Ning Fengzhi heard it all perfectly clear too. But as you saw afterward, he didn't dare show even a shred of attitude in front of me."
He took a few steps forward, his voice maintaining a steady, grounded calm.
"You were born into nobility, so you should know exactly how rotten and dark aristocrats can be. For super-sects like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the internal power struggles and hidden filth are simply magnified a thousand times over compared to your small-scale noble families."
"On the other hand, our Tianshui Academy is completely pristine. Aside from me, the team leader, the entire place consists strictly of women."
Fu Ye couldn't help but smile inwardly. After all, his entire inner circle was composed of his dozen or so wives, and half the time, those mischievous girls were the ones initiating the ambushes on him.
Yawning deeply, a tiny tear of fatigue welled up at the corner of his eye.
"It's exactly as I told you back at the auction house: keep your head down, don't stir up trouble, and I won't do anything to harm you. Everyone has the right to choose their own path, and as long as you are here, I will grant you absolute fairness and freedom."
He was genuinely getting sleepy now. Even though he was essentially a demigod with broken cheat-like powers, his habits from his previous life still made him incredibly drowsy around noon.
"If there's nothing else, go back and rest. It's time for my nap."
Fu Ye directly issued a polite dismissal. He needed to conserve his energy because he planned to visit Bibi Dong tonight. Right now, Bibi Dong was incredibly close to achieving true godhood, and Fu Ye knew the exact nature of that old geezer, the Asura God.
He heavily suspected that Bibi Dong's Ninth Trial would be ridiculously straightforward—perhaps even directly pulling her up to the Divine Realm to take over his position as the Divine Enforcer ahead of schedule.
👑 [Sidebar: Bibi Dong's Current Divine Realm Progress]
When Fu Ye had returned to Spirit City after more than a decade, Bibi Dong had detailed everything that occurred within the Hell Road.
The Evolution: Because she absorbed a complete set of absolute peak-tier Great Beast Spirit Bones and consumed an immortal herb that fully ascended her martial soul, she had brutally slaughtered her way out of the mental illusions constructed by the Rakshasa God.
The Shift: Upon exiting, she successfully encountered the Asura God—just as Fu Ye had predicted—and secured his divine trials instead.
The Current Stagnation: For the past seven to eight years, Bibi Dong had taken an exceptionally slow, 100% safety-first approach to her trials. However, during her Seventh Trial, the Asura God had literally manifested in the mortal realm, shoved the Asura Divine Sword directly into her hands, and declared the trial cleared out of pure impatience.
The Reason: Bibi Dong explicitly stated she was stalling on purpose because she wanted to wait for her husband. She was terrified that the Ninth Trial would instantly force her ascension to the Divine Realm, so she had been casually freezing her progress at the Eighth Trial for nearly a decade just to enjoy her time in the mortal world.
🌌 Meanwhile, in the Divine Realm (Sea God's Palace)...
"Achoo!" "Achoo!"
The Asura God sneezed twice in rapid succession. Nearby, the Sea God Poseidon leaned his body back, a look of profound disgust painted across his ancient face.
"I say, Asura... you are a literal God King. How on earth are you catching a cold?"
Hearing Poseidon's mockery, a flash of awkwardness crossed the Asura God's face.
"Hmph, tell me about it. But I don't think this is a cold. Someone down there is definitely cursing my name." The Asura God rubbed his chin in deep thought for a moment before suddenly unbuckling his heavy leather belt.
"Holy crap! What do you think you're doing?!" Poseidon jumped back in pure horror, his eyes darting to the belt. "I'm a guy, and I like women! Even if I don't currently have a wife, I definitely don't swing that way! Don't you dare try any of your weird Enforcer tactics on me!"
"What the hell are you babbling about?!" the Asura God barked, glaring at him. "That absolute bastard Rakshasa is currently tied up and being roasted alive over my Divine Cleansing Fire. It must be him cursing me from the pits! Otherwise, with my physical constitution, how could I randomly sneeze?!"
Hearing this explanation, Poseidon finally let out a massive sigh of relief. If a powerhouse like the Asura God genuinely lost his mind, Poseidon knew he wouldn't stand a chance. The gap between a First-Class God and a Supreme God King wasn't just a small step—it was a literal ocean.
"We don't have any entertainment facilities up here anyway," the Asura God muttered, swinging the heavy belt around his hand. "You want to come with me and whip that bastard a few times to pass the time?"
"Uh... isn't that a bit against protocol?" Poseidon hesitated.
"Are you coming or not?"
"I'm in!"
Meanwhile, down in the agonizing depths of the Divine Cleansing Fire, the tied-up and evenly-roasted Rakshasa God suddenly felt an ominous chill run down his ethereal spine. 'Wait a minute... why do I suddenly have a horrific feeling of impending doom?'
🏫 Back in the Mortal Realm: Tianshui Academy (Fu Ye's Private Villa)
The cat girl hadn't left the room. Her mismatched blue and green eyes remained locked entirely onto Fu Ye, her lips tightly sealed as she stood frozen.
After a long, suffocating silence...
Rustle, rustle...
A soft, distinct sound of sliding fabric echoed from behind the sofa. Fu Ye, assuming she was finally turning around to leave, had just adjusted himself into a comfortable position to plunge into his midday nap.
"Master... please, take me."
Jiang Jing's voice trembled, but her words were packed with absolute resolution.
"I know I have nothing of value to repay your immense kindness. But as long as you are willing to keep me by your side, even if it means being your lowest-ranking, bed-warming chambermaid, Jiang Jing is entirely willing."
She understood her reality perfectly. Fu Ye had pulled her out of hell and given her an incomparably luxurious, dignified life. She couldn't afford to be ungrateful. Rather than gambling on an unknown, drifting future five years from now, her heart demanded that she secure her place beside him—even if it meant sacrificing her pride to be a permanent maidservant.
Perhaps it was because Fu Ye had never laid a predatory finger on her despite buying her. Perhaps it was because of the heartwarming stories Xue Ke and Dugu Yan had shared with her during their breaks. Or perhaps... it was simply because Fu Ye was undeniably, mesmerizingly handsome.
If her Master was willing to accept her, she would dedicate her entire mind, body, and soul to him from this day forward.
Hearing her sudden, desperate declaration, Fu Ye slowly opened his eyes. A flash of genuine surprise flickered within his pupils. After all, when he had first purchased this little cat girl, she was fierce enough to actively bare her claws and strike at him. Though he had thoroughly spanked her rear into eight pieces back then to break her wild temper, she had remained relatively quiet ever since.
To hear her voluntarily offering to become his personal chambermaid felt slightly surreal. It almost made him feel like he had coerced her, even though he hadn't threatened her a single time and had literally just promised her absolute legal freedom.
Turning his head back over the sofa, Fu Ye's eyebrows shot up.
Jiang Jing was now standing entirely bare before him, her face flushed a deep, burning crimson. Due to the intense formatting of reality, her exposed form seemed practically shrouded in a radiant, blinding "holy light" of pure natural beauty.
A playful, amused smirk crept onto Fu Ye's lips.
Seeing his expression, Jiang Jing's heart hammered against her ribs in sheer anxiety. Every single girl in the Tianshui battle team possessed world-class beauty that didn't lose to her in the slightest; her looks, which were considered peerless in the outside world, were merely upper-average here.
If she had a single unique charm that could captivate a man, it was strictly her mutated cat ears and silken cat tail.
Summoning every ounce of her remaining courage, she took light, swaying, feline steps toward the couch. Dropping her gaze, she slowly and submissively sank to her knees right before Fu Ye's resting frame.
"Master... I..."