Douluo Dalu (Soul Land): I Am Invincible

"Xiao San, your brother's condition is a classic case of overindulgence. His energy and spirit are completely drained, and his vomiting blood seems to have been triggered by some kind of emotional shock."

Fu Ye's expression remained eerily calm as he observed Tang Chuan, who had collapsed after spewing blood in a fit of rage.

Listening to Fu Ye's diagnosis, Tang San glanced at his temperamental older brother with a complicated look.

After all, Tang Chuan had been mysteriously vanishing in the middle of the night lately, only to return to school the next day with dark circles under his eyes.

"Let's get your brother back to rest first. In his state, all he needs is proper nourishment and a few days of recovery."

"I'll grant him three days of leave. Make sure to keep an eye on him—stop him from chasing after other's women."

Tang San nodded solemnly at Fu Ye's words.

After four years of interaction, he had come to realize just how profound this young teacher's knowledge was.

Whether it was about soul beasts, absorbing soul rings, or other obscure topics, Fu Ye could provide flawless explanations.

This only deepened Tang San's regret over becoming Yu Xiaogang's disciple. Aside from revealing his twin martial souls, Yu Xiaogang had done little more than direct him to the library for self-study.

The man's so-called title of Grandmaster now felt increasingly undeserved.

"Thank you, Teacher!" Tang San bowed respectfully before leaving.

Over the years, Fu Ye had imparted invaluable knowledge without ever holding a grudge over their past conflicts. For that, Tang San still held him in high regard.

"Brother Fu Ye, is that Tang Chuan sick or something? He seems seriously messed up in the head."

Xiao Wu shot a disgusted glance at Tang Chuan. His behavior had been nothing short of repulsive.

"Who cares? We're here to enjoy life. Teaching is just a side gig."

Fu Ye shrugged nonchalantly. After all, as Prometheus once said:

'Work is just a means to an end. As long as you're not overworked and the paycheck hits your account, just have fun with it. Why stress over a few coins a month?'

Humming a tune, he wrapped an arm around Xiao Wu, contentment washing over him.

…

Evening – Work-Study Dormitory

By dusk, the dormitory was empty—everyone had left for dinner. Tang Chuan stirred awake, his face haggard.

"Grrr…"

His entire body ached, but his stomach growled louder than the pain.

"Hiss— Damn, that hurts…"

Gritting his teeth, Tang Chuan sat up slowly. His ribs throbbed, and his kidneys felt like they'd been stabbed with needles. The soreness on his face suggested he'd taken a nasty fall.

"Xiao San?"

He called out weakly, but no one answered.

Glancing out the window, he realized the sun had nearly set.

The emptiness of the dormitory crashed over him like a tidal wave of despair.

His Xiao Wu—gone. Stolen from him three years ago.

At the thought, twin trails of bloody tears streaked down his face.

"AHHHHH!!! WHY?! WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME?!"

His anguished roars echoed through the room.

Xiao Wu had betrayed him. She had chosen another man!

A God King—cuckolded!

He would have his vengeance. He would slaughter that man's entire family!

His frenzied gaze swept across Dormitory 7 before landing on a half-eaten bag of stale biscuits left by Wang Sheng.

…

Tang Chuan slipped away quietly, leaving behind the city that had brought him nothing but misery.

Now a Level 22 Soul Grandmaster, he would seek out Dugu Bo—and make him become his loyal subordinate!

With a Titled Douluo like Dugu Bo under his command, Fu Ye—the man who had stolen Xiao Wu—would die without a grave!

And Xiao Wu? Once he reclaimed her, she would learn the price of betrayal. She would become his plaything, suffering for her disloyalty.

Then his thoughts drifted to Dugu Bo's granddaughter, Dugu Yan. Her looks and figure were… quite something.

A lecherous grin twisted his lips.

He had lived a life of purity and righteousness. But now? He would indulge freely. Even if he, the God King Tang San, had to rebuild from scratch, he would reclaim his throne!

…

Fu Ye lounged on his plush bed, Xiao Wu curled against him, soft and boneless. Pure bliss.

He had sensed it the moment Tang Chuan—the pure and innocent reincarnated God King—fled Nuoding City.

After all, days earlier, he had planted a black-armored puppet, equivalent to a Ultimate Douluo, into the man's shadow.

Countless crystal recordings existed of Tang Chuan's movements, captured from every angle.

Not that Fu Ye bothered reviewing them. The footage—filmed by puppets—was far too graphic.

As for why Tang Chuan left in such a hurry? Fu Ye already knew.

The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well were no great secret. Fu Ye had long since looted everything of value, leaving only Dugu Bo to leisurely tend flowers there.

What could Tang Chuan possibly find inside?

Dugu Bo's big cat.

Rather than tailing Tang Chuan himself, Fu Ye simply purchased a six-year third-party perspective—access to Tang San's point of view.

With a shift in perspective, he could witness the world through Tang San's eyes.

Through the shared vision, Fu Ye watched as Tang Chuan ventured into a dense forest. As night fell, the man leaped onto a tree, weaving an airtight sleeping bag from Blue Silver Grass before securing it to a branch.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of the God King Tang San. Truly resourceful—"

Three minutes later…

'Huh? Since when does wind shake a sleeping bag this violently?'

Just as Fu Ye puzzled over it, he noticed Tang San's hands glowing green—desperately reinforcing the Blue Silver Grass bag.

Yet it only lasted two and a half minutes.

"RIIIP!!!"

A creature's razor-sharp claws shredded the Blue Silver Grass to ribbons.

Moonlight revealed the culprit—a hulking, fur-covered beast.

"THUD! THUD! THUD!"

The creature—and the dozens of similar beasts behind it—began pounding their chests furiously.

"WHAM!"

A single punch sent Tang Chuan reeling, stars exploding across his vision.

"RRRIP!"

His clothes were torn away. Heat flooded his body.

Horrified, Fu Ye immediately switched back to his own vision.

But the damage was done.

Tang Chuan was surrounded by a troop of gorillas—led by a hundred-year-old Gorilla King. And where there was one, there were always fifty or sixty more.

The worst part?

These creatures were lustful.

And they didn't discriminate by gender.

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