For a moment, the entire Great Spirit Arena fell into dead silence.
After hearing the result, Zhu Zhuqing didn't even wait for any follow-up on their victory—she simply grabbed Wukong's hand and pulled him straight toward the exit.
Wukong didn't resist.There was no point—it would only make things worse.
…
Outside the Great Spirit Arena.
Once they reached an open, deserted area, Zhu Zhuqing finally spoke her mind.
"Wukong, I know."
"You're someone destined for great things, and now even a divine being. In the future, the last thing you'll ever lack is women—companions, confidantes, admirers."
"But…" Zhu Zhuqing bit her lower lip lightly, her expression full of grievance.
"I just… can't quite accept it."She buried her head in Wukong's broad chest and let her tears flow freely.
"Zhuqing, I…"Wukong was momentarily speechless at her sudden outburst.
He didn't like seeing girls cry—especially when it was because of him.
He slipped his arms around her, holding Zhu Zhuqing tightly, gently stroking her back and hair, trying to offer comfort.
But…
Would Hu Liena and Bibi Dong really give up that easily?
No.Absolutely not.
Since Wukong had come to this world, those tragic endings were no longer possible.Hu Liena's lifelong regret, Bibi Dong's miserable fate—none of that would be allowed to happen again.
If they had to experience such endings once more before his eyes…He could already imagine it—he'd probably rage straight into Broly-level madness.
As for Qian Renxue—during his three years in Spirit Hall, Wukong had never seen her once.He only knew that the Worship Hall had a "Saintess," gifted yet long since declared dead.
But Wukong knew better—that was just Spirit Hall's smokescreen.The real Qian Renxue was currently pretending to be the Crown Prince inside Heaven Dou Palace.
She, too, was a pitiful soul.Her father slain by her own mother, her kind grandfather sacrificed for the sake of a godhood… and in the end, even her divine seat shattered at the hands of the man she loved.
Hu Liena, Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue—Wukong would not abandon any of them.No one but him could truly protect them now.
While he was lost in thought, Zhu Zhuqing wiped away her tears and slowly lifted her head from his chest.
She tidied her messy hair, then looped her arms around Wukong's neck. Her lips parted slightly, her gaze firm.
"I know. Just me alone—I could never lock you down."
"If this is your nature, I won't try to force it."
"A man can be passionate, but not indulgent."When she said those last two words, indulgent, her tone sharpened.
If Wukong ever turned into someone like Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing's entire world would probably collapse.
"I don't ask for anything about our future," she continued softly."I just hope that if you have other women someday, you won't forget that I'm… your… main wife."
Zhu Zhuqing's face turned scarlet.She lowered her head, eyes flustered and shy.
"Huh?"Wukong blinked, taken aback by her unexpected declaration.
"So easy to accept? In the original story, wasn't Zhu Zhuqing the one who couldn't stand her man being around other women?"
He recalled—in the original Douluo, Zhu Zhuqing repeatedly objected to Dai Mubai having contact with other girls.
But here… how could she accept it so easily?
Wukong realized he had underestimated the impact of his arrival in this world—and overestimated his place in her heart.He thought she was still that icy, distant girl from the novel…
But now—she'd become understanding, tolerant, gentle beyond words.
It made Wukong feel… guilty.A deep, unshakable guilt.
He silently vowed to avoid getting involved with other women again.
Wukong suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace.
"Zhuqing, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't be so soft-hearted."
"I already have a wife, yet I still think about other women…"
His fist clenched tightly.He truly felt unworthy of her.
"You don't have to be like that," Zhu Zhuqing whispered."I already told you—no matter how many women or confidantes you have, as long as you never forget me, that's enough…"
Her delicate face radiated warmth and devotion.When love reaches its extreme, perhaps this is what it becomes.
(Though—let's be clear—if this were modern society, don't even think about it. The era of one man and many wives is long gone. Don't get any ideas, people.)
"I promise you, Zhuqing," Wukong said solemnly.
"But I also need to clear something up. I have zero interest in that Ye Lingling."
"I only talked with her and held her hand because I needed to win over her clan."
He released Zhu Zhuqing's waist and instead took her hand, walking along the quiet street.
"Ah? Then I misunderstood you! I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"Realizing her mistake, Zhu Zhuqing hurriedly apologized.
But then—she thought again.Wait… he still has other women, doesn't he?Then why should she be the one apologizing?
"No, that doesn't count! Those are two completely different things!"Unable to argue further, she unleashed the ultimate feminine skill—pouting.
Seeing her adorable expression, Wukong couldn't help but ruffle her hair.
"Silly girl, you don't ever need to say 'sorry' to me. You've done nothing wrong."
"If anything, I'm the one who owes you."
They joked and chatted for a while longer, as if the earlier tears had never happened.
"Alright, Zhuqing. You head back first," Wukong said suddenly.
He wasn't worried about her safety.At her current level, even a Soul Emperor specializing in agility-type combat would have a hard time catching her.
The Youming Lingmao's speed combined with Bukujutsu's flight—unless it was a flying-type Soul Saint, no one could pursue her.
Besides, the Great Spirit Arena was only a street away.
"When you get back, stay in the lounge. Don't come out until I return."There were reasons for this instruction.
Flender was still there.If Tang San or Dai Mubai wanted to cause trouble by targeting Zhu Zhuqing, it'd be nearly impossible.
A level 70 Soul Saint's perception was razor-sharp, after all.
"Alright, I'll go. But where are you going?" Zhu Zhuqing asked curiously.It was late—where else could he possibly be heading?
"I'm going to return the money we took earlier. That gold came from the Sotto City Lord and those corrupt merchant guilds who stole it from common people."
"I'll give it back—and clean up the scum while I'm at it."
Hearing that, Zhu Zhuqing's admiration deepened even more.Strong, handsome, righteous—truly flawless.
"Alright. Just… be careful," she said softly before taking off with Bukujutsu, flying back toward the Arena.
She wasn't worried about him either.Unless a Soul Douluo or Titled Douluo appeared, no one could touch him.
Returning the money was only an excuse—Wukong's true purpose lay elsewhere.Though, yes, he would return it.
A minute after Zhu Zhuqing left—
"Alright, enough hiding," Wukong suddenly said, turning toward a distant tree.
"I've already sent Zhuqing away. If you've got business, we can talk face to face."
"…Still not coming out? Don't blame me then."
Seeing the stalker stay silent, Wukong casually flicked a Ki Blast toward the tree—and BOOM!
A violent explosion erupted, turning everything within three meters to ash.
Judging from the timing of that aura's appearance, the person must have shown up right after his earlier battle.
At first, Wukong didn't pay much attention.But as the aura drew closer, it started to feel… familiar.
Hard to describe, but unmistakable.
"Pfft!"A sound of someone spitting out dust came from the smoke.
"Heh… as expected of a Saiyan. Even suppressed by Heaven's laws, you're still this strong."
From the rising dust, a shadowy black figure slowly emerged.
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