"Alright, old fox. I'm heading out to inspect the goods. You made me waste a ridiculous amount of money today, so you better remember to treat me to dinner later."
With those parting words, Fu Ye left the auction hall. As soon as he stepped out, a beautiful attendant immediately came forward to greet him. Unlike the lightly clad girls inside, she wore an elegant silver gown, and her facial features were significantly more refined.
"Esteemed guest, please follow me."
The silver-gowned girl bowed respectfully and gestured for him to proceed. She led him into a spacious, beautifully decorated building adjacent to the main auction center. The room was warm and quiet, furnished with a comfortable brown leather sofa and a circular coffee table stacked with exotic fruits.
"Please make yourself comfortable, sir. Your purchase will be delivered shortly."
Fu Ye leaned back into the plush sofa. The fruit looked pristine, but he wasn't in the mood for snacking.
A moment later, several muscular guards pushed a massive iron cage into the room. Curled up inside was the heterochromatic cat girl. Fu Ye casually pulled out a black card and handed it to the silver-gowned attendant, who took it with a deep bow and quietly exited to finalize the transaction.
Left alone with Fu Ye, the cat girl huddled even tighter into the corner of her cage. Her striking blue-and-green eyes glared at him, a volatile mix of deep-seated terror and burning resentment.
Fu Ye wasn't surprised by her hostility. Being treated as property and sold to the highest bidder was a traumatic ordeal, and she was clearly anticipating the worst kind of depraved treatment from her wealthy buyer.
Walking slowly toward the iron cage, Fu Ye observed the wild little creature. The revealing rags provided by the auction house barely covered her intimate areas, and under the bright lights of the private room, her delicate, exotic beauty was completely exposed.
Snap.
With a casual flick of Fu Ye's wrist, the thick iron bars of the cage instantly shattered, raining down onto the floor as harmless fragments.
The sudden destruction startled the cat girl. Seeing the cage vanish, her survival instincts kicked in; the only thought in her mind was escape. She knew all too well what kind of horrific abuse awaited captured slaves if they didn't run.
"Tsk, still got some fight in you? Too bad that won't work with me."
Fu Ye had no intention of treating her like a pampered guest. He had spent millions to extract her from that hellhole, but he wasn't running a charity. If she behaved obediently like little Xue Ke, he would treat her well. But if she repeatedly tried to escape, he wouldn't hesitate to use harsher methods.
In truth, when he first placed the slave imprint on Zhu Zhuyun, he hadn't planned on adding her to his harem. He despised having unstable factors around him. However, Zhuyun had been incredibly submissive and smart, earning her place by proving her absolute loyalty.
Xue Ke was a similar case. He had paid a heavy price to "buy" her from the royal treasury, but the princess had proven to be a brilliant student. She had completely mastered the art of intimate, sensual body massages and the stimulation of his physical energy nodes. A ten-minute session of her specialized manual care was enough to leave him entirely relaxed and satisfied for the rest of the day.
Even the girls of the Tianshui team went out of their way to stay on good terms with Xue Ke, treating her as their premier "logistics specialist" because her skilled hands could relieve any physical tension after a grueling training session.
As for this cat girl, Fu Ye had already scanned her stats through his system. She was pure, and her Martial Soul was a mutated Xuan Cat—a divine feline associated with spiritual blessings and auspicious energy. Looking at her current miserable state, Fu Ye found the "blessing" part ironic, but her potential was undeniable.
He decided to hand her over to Xue Ke as an assistant. Right now, the internal affairs and domestic duties of the Tianshui harem were managed entirely by Xue Ke and Doudou. But since Doudou had been sent away to Spirit City, Xue Ke was left carrying the entire workload alone. The cat girl would make the perfect helper.
Meanwhile, in a secret, heavily fortified chamber inside the Supreme Pontiff's Palace in Spirit City...
"Supreme Pontiff... Sister Bibi Dong... what kind of training is this?" Doudou asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"Shh~ don't move," Bibi Dong murmured smoothly, her fingers lightly brushing against the girl's skin. "As the future official commentator for our tournament in Spirit City, you need a custom-made uniform that fits perfectly. Lower your hands; you're blocking me from intimately measuring your curves."
Up in the Divine Realm, inside the majestic Asura Palace...
"Haha! I can finally taste freedom!" the Asura God laughed boisterously from his throne. "That little girl Bibi Dong has talent unlike anything I've ever seen."
In the Divine Realm, time flowed differently—a single day there equated to a whole year on the continent. Bibi Dong had already unlocked her Eighth Trial, and the Ninth Trial strictly dictated that she must ascend to take over his divine throne within ten years. While most gods allowed their successors to linger on the mortal plane for centuries, the Asura God was completely dying of boredom in the heavens. Finding a dual-Martial Soul genius meant he could finally cut corners and pass on his burdens.
To the right of his throne, a heavy iron furnace hung over a crackling blaze of divine fire. Suspended inside was a charred, blackened figure radiating a foul, malevolent aura.
"Asura, you absolute bastard!" the Rakshasa God bellowed from inside the furnace, his voice hoarse from the heat. "It's been twenty days! Twenty whole days! That's twenty years on the continent! Even if I crossed the line, you can't roast my divine soul in this Refinement Fire for this long!"
The Asura God completely ignored the screaming, a sly grin spreading across his face.
"Rakshasa, you hid your past schemes well enough that I couldn't nail you, but trying to sabotage my chosen successor is something we need to discuss thoroughly. Weren't you acting all arrogant before, claiming you were completely innocent? Bah!"
The Asura God stood up, turning his back on the burning furnace with an expression of supreme smugness.
"You just sit tight and keep roasting in there. Once I officially hand over my seat, I'll turn you over to my successor. I distinctly remember she suffered quite a bit of torment under your standard inheritance trials, so... hehehe."
As the Asura God vanished from the palace, the Rakshasa God lost his mind, unleashed a torrent of divine curses.
"Asura, I'll *** your ***! If you have the guts, face me like a—!"
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Stepping outside his divine domain, the Asura God immediately ran into his old friend of thirty years, the Sea God.
"Yo! Still haven't found a decent successor? Let me tell you, my inheritor is already on her Eighth Trial, and my final test demands she take my seat within ten years. Can you believe it?"
The Sea God's face darkened instantly. Tsk, I just came over to have a casual chat, and this bastard immediately flexes his progress right in my face?
"Asura God, go *** yourself! Go ** a ***!"
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