"I'm not here to be a teacher, but if you're willing, I can teach you some control over the ice element and a few simple melee techniques."
Fu Ye had no issue teaching beautiful girls. After all, couldn't he just pass on the techniques used by the great God King Tang Chuan?
Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Mysterious Heaven Skill, Mysterious Jade Hand, Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon—Wu Ling had proven quite adept at using them.
[Author's Note: Don't argue that Mysterious Heaven Skill must be trained from childhood. Just look at the people in Douluo Continent 3: Legend of the Dragon King—they started practicing it as teenagers.]
[It's merely a method of cultivating soul power while incorporating internal strength. In Douluo Continent, Mysterious Heaven Skill is undoubtedly a top-tier cultivation technique.]
"Ah? Okay." When Shui Yue'er heard Fu Ye say he wasn't here to teach, the light in her eyes dimmed slightly.
But at that moment, she thought: 'Such a handsome big brother—it'd be a shame not to keep him at the academy for us to admire!'
Shui Yue'er and Xue Wu, two lovestruck girls, shared the same sentiment.
"Yue'er, apologize at once. You mustn't be so impudent."
Han Ruyan wasn't entirely certain of Fu Ye's cultivation level, but how could someone accompanied by a Super Douluo like Xiao Wu be ordinary?
…
That night, Fu Ye lay in the elegantly decorated guest room of Tianshui Academy, staring at the ceiling as if lost in thought.
"After settling Xiao Wu and the others, I should go find Tang Yuehua and Bibi Dong. Even though I told them I'd be away for a while, it's time to catch up."
"Squeak—"
The door to his room creaked open softly. When he turned, he saw Liu Erlong standing there in a sheer gauze dress.
"Brother Fu Ye, your Erlong is very... angry."
The only way to soothe her fury? A flying dragon mounting his face.
Half an hour later, Xiao Wu urgently joined the battlefield.
No words were exchanged that night—only labor.
The next morning, Fu Ye was jolted awake by a loud commotion—it sounded like someone was causing trouble at Tianshui Academy's front gate.
He casually grabbed a set of white pajamas from his personal inventory and stepped outside.
…
Meanwhile, at Tianshui Academy's Entrance
"Han Ruyan, I advise you to hand that person over. Otherwise, with your strength, you stand no chance against three Soul Douluos."
A middle-aged man with dark skin, a bloated body, and a face swollen with arrogance stood before the gate, confronting Han Ruyan head-on. Behind him loomed two towering elders, and between them lay a heavily bandaged young man.
"I'll say this clearly—the person you're looking for isn't here. But if you refuse to leave, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Han Ruyan's frosty glare bore into the man. Though she was a level 88 Soul Douluo, her opponent's strength was no weaker—and he had two Soul Douluo-level elders backing him.
The teachers of Tianshui Academy stood behind her, most at Soul King rank, with only one reaching Soul Emperor.
"You won't surrender him? Then don't blame me for tearing this academy apart! I've heard Tianshui is full of beauties. Maybe I'll take a few back to entertain my disciples. Don't say I didn't warn you."
The fat-faced man leered obscenely.
Tianshui Academy, despite being one of the four great elemental academies, had no powerful backing. It was merely a civilian institution founded by Han Ruyan. Even if he destroyed it, who would care?
Now that his only son had been crippled, he no longer cared about appearances!
"Sect Master Hu Meng, enough talk! Let's cripple Han Ruyan first, then ravage her students right before her eyes!"
Encouraged by his elders, Hu Meng's hesitation vanished.
"If Tianshui Academy dares to shield my son's murderer, they've brought this upon themselves!"
"Teacher!" Shui Bing'er and the rest of the Tianshui team arrived.
"Bing'er! Yue'er! Get back! This is no place for you!" Han Ruyan shouted.
"Sixth Soul Skill: Devil Tiger's Heart-Devouring Claw!"
"Eighth Soul Skill: Rage of the Earth Dragon!"
The moment Han Ruyan turned her head, the two elders launched a vicious sneak attack aimed straight at her lower abdomen—the core of a soul master's power!
"Seventh Soul Skill: Ice Dragon Spear True Body!"
"Sixth Soul Skill: Ice Dragon Surges from the Sea!"
Han Ruyan activated her martial soul's true form, countering their assault with sheer force. She shattered their combined strike and even impaled one elder's shoulder with her spear.
But then—
A bloated figure appeared behind her.
"Did you forget? This Level 89 Soul Douluo is still here!"
Hu Meng's palm descended toward her lower abdomen—a strike that could cripple her cultivation permanently!
"TEACHER!!!" Shui Bing'er and the others screamed, but it was too late.
"Clang—!"
A new figure intercepted Hu Meng's strike, effortlessly catching his wrist.
Dressed in white duck-print pajamas and bunny slippers—the legend himself had arrived.
"You're looking for the one who ruined your son? Well, here I am."
His voice was soft, yet it carried to every ear present.
"WHAT?! You're the one who crippled my son?!"
Hu Meng tried to wrench free, but his arm remained locked in an iron grip.
"Crack—crack—crack—!"
The sound of splintering bone filled the air as Fu Ye twisted his arm like dough, tying it into a neat knot.
"Ahhh!! MY HAND! MY HAND!!!"
Fu Ye sighed.
"You and your son really are cut from the same cloth. And with a sect led by trash like you, I doubt it's worth keeping around."
(╮￣▽￣╭)
With a flick of soul power, he lifted Hu Meng by the throat. The two elders who had attacked Han Ruyan froze—one still impaled by her spear.
As Fu Ye's hand descended, an ice-blue sword shot forth from the nine-colored jade box beneath him.
"Frostwater—pierce his heart."
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