As night fell, the brilliant starry sky unfurled overhead like a massive scroll. Countless stars flickered with a mysterious light, as if infinite eyes in the universe were gazing down at the earth. The Milky Way resembled a shimmering ribbon, and under this silent sky, the world seemed exceptionally peaceful.
Leaning back on the sofa and gazing upward, Fu Ye felt a surge of inexplicable emotion. In two days, he would lead the girls to the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena. He wondered if they would encounter the arrogant Imperial Fighting Team, and specifically, if Dugu Yan would end up at the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy as she did in the original story. He blamed himself slightly for forgetting to recruit her to Tianshui earlier, though he figured he could just pay a visit to old man Dugu Bo later.
He closed his eyes to sleep. Tonight, Fu Ye felt unusually lonely, but he only had his girls to blame—they were always trying to challenge his "majestic prowess."
Because of the upcoming matches, Fu Ye, Han Ruyan, Xiao Wu, and Liu Erlong had decided to give the younger girls a holiday. Little did Fu Ye know it was a trap! By giving Shui Bing'er and the others time off, the three women had recruited Zhu Zhuyun as a strategic ally, attempting to defeat him through sheer numbers.
The result was predictable: after a two-day defensive and offensive battle, Fu Ye emerged completely victorious. To punish them for their "rebellion," he increased the intensity of his "discipline," leaving all four of them unable to get out of bed even half a day later.
In the deep of the night, everything was silent. Moonlight spilled over the earth like water, draping the world in silver. In this hazy light, a figure in ice-blue appeared. She looked like an elf stepping out of a dream—mysterious and ethereal.
She wore a long ice-blue dress that swayed like flowing lake water. Her hair fell over her shoulders like a frozen waterfall. Her delicate features were blurred by the moonlight, her eyes deep as hidden lakes, and her pink lips curved into a faint, playful smile.
She approached the bed, her silhouette outlined by the moon. She looked down at the boy she had been thinking about for over two years. Softly, she removed her black leather boots with grace.
Fu Ye, sensing something, slowly opened his eyes. Before he could see who it was, a soft, warm hand covered his eyes. His dry lips were suddenly met with a sweet, fresh taste he had never experienced before.
Snap.
A subtle sound, like a breaking lute string, echoed in the silence. Softness pressed against his chest, tenderness enveloped his heart, and the "broken string" wrapped around his spine. Tonight's dance had no music, only the rustle of the wind and the glow of the moon.
As this symphony of life played out, the girl's figure seemed to merge with the moonlight. Though her presence felt dreamlike, the mark of her clever and bold spirit was deeply seared into Fu Ye's heart.
Meanwhile, at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
A scruffy middle-aged man in tattered clothes arrived at this blessed land.
Clack... thud...
A sallow, thin figure in rags was currently laying bricks for a wall under the moonlight. Suddenly, a dark green figure appeared behind the middle-aged man, eyes filled with hostility.
"I wonder why Your Excellency has trespassed into my residence?"
The man in dark green was none other than the Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo!
"Hehe, it's nothing much. I've just come to take my disappointing foster son back," the newcomer replied, looking at the youth working in rags before turning back to Dugu Bo. "Although this is his own fault and I know exactly what happened, he has suffered here for over two years. I imagine the anger in the hearts of you and your granddaughter has subsided by now."
Dugu Bo was startled. This man knew everything that had happened!