As night fell, the brilliant starry sky unfurled above like a vast, celestial scroll.
Countless stars shimmered with a mysterious glow, as if countless eyes of the universe gazed down upon the earth.
Some shone as brightly as diamonds, while others flickered faintly like fireflies, weaving together into an endless sea of stars. The Milky Way stretched across the heavens like a radiant ribbon.
Beneath this silent expanse, the world seemed to grow still, wrapped in tranquility.
A gentle breeze carried a touch of coolness as Fu Ye leaned back on the sofa, gazing upward. An inexplicable emotion swelled in his heart.
'In this boundless universe, all my worries and doubts feel so insignificant.'
The stars bore silent witness to the passage of time—their existence eternal, their presence a breathtaking gift from nature, one that never failed to enthrall.
In two days, Fu Ye would lead his team to the Great Spirit Arena in Heaven Dou Imperial City to compete. There, they would likely face the arrogant Emperor Team.
'I wonder if that little girl, Dugu Yan, will enroll in the Heaven Dou Royal Academy as she did in the original timeline.'
He sighed. 'This is my fault—why did I forget to bring her to Tianshui?'
But it wasn't an irreparable mistake. At worst, he could always seek out old man Dugu Bo himself and make amends.
Closing his eyes, he tried to sleep.
Tonight, Fu Ye felt unusually lonely—though he could only blame the girls who constantly challenged his resolve.
Since they were preparing for the Great Spirit Arena, Fu Ye, Han Ruyan, Xiao Wu, and Liu Erlong had agreed to give the four younger girls a break.
What he hadn't expected was that the three women had set a trap for him!
Under the guise of giving Shui Bing'er and the others a holiday, they had secretly enlisted Zhu Zhuyun as reinforcement, attempting to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.
Yet the outcome was inevitable. After two days of relentless battle, their offensive had failed. The four women's hopes were thoroughly dashed.
As punishment, Fu Ye had deliberately intensified their "training," leaving them bedridden for half the day.
Now, deep into the night, silence enveloped the world. The moonlight spilled like liquid silver, draping the earth in a delicate veil.
Amidst the hazy glow, a figure clad in ice-blue quietly appeared—like an ethereal spirit stepping out of a dream, her beauty mysterious and elusive.
Her long dress fluttered like rippling water, its cool hue shimmering under the moonlight. Her hair cascaded like an icy waterfall, strands dancing playfully in the breeze.
Her delicate features were softened by the moon's glow, her eyes deep as tranquil lakes, shimmering with untold secrets. A faint smile graced her lips, like a flower blooming in the night.
Unnoticed, she had approached the bed, her silhouette merging with the moonlight—both illusory and achingly real.
Lowering her gaze, she studied the boy before her, her heart brimming with longing.
The moonlight bathed her skin in an almost translucent glow, her eyes alight with yearning.
With graceful movements, she slipped off her black leather boots, her skirt swaying like a blossoming ice-blue flower. Every motion carried a rhythm, an elegance that enchanted the night.
Fu Ye stirred, sensing her presence. Before he could see who it was, a soft hand covered his eyes.
Then—sweetness.
A tender warmth pressed against his lips, a flavor unfamiliar yet intoxicating.
"Snap."
A sound, delicate as a plucked string, broke the silence.
Warmth enveloped his chest, tenderness wrapping around his heart like a melody woven into his very being.
Tonight's dance had no music—only the whisper of the wind and the caress of moonlight.
Yet the unknown figure moved with life and emotion, her body speaking a language of love and longing.
Under the midnight glow, this silent performance was dreamlike.
Her form swayed, breathing vitality into the still night. Her beauty was not merely in her appearance but in the purity of her soul, her unwavering pursuit of something greater.
As the symphony of the night deepened, her figure grew faint, blending into the moonlight.
Yet the imprint of her grace lingered in Fu Ye's heart—a memory as light as a whisper, as profound as the stars.
The night, the moon, and the enigmatic shadow painted a scene of haunting beauty—one that left him intoxicated, yearning for more.
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Meanwhile, at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well
A disheveled middle-aged man, his beard unkempt and clothes ragged, stumbled into this sacred land.
"Click. Clack."
Under the moonlight, a gaunt, pale figure in tattered robes labored, stacking stones upon the flat earth.
Suddenly, a green-clad figure materialized behind the intruder, eyes sharp with hostility.
"Who dares trespass upon my domain?"
It was the Poison Douluo—Dugu Bo!
The scruffy man chuckled. "Nothing serious. I've just come to retrieve my useless adopted son."
His gaze shifted to the ragged youth toiling under the moon. Then, turning back to Dugu Bo, he spoke calmly.
"Though his suffering was self-inflicted, and I know all that transpired… he has endured this punishment for over two years. Surely your anger has subsided by now?"
Dugu Bo's eyes widened. 'How does he know so much?'
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