"Ding! Congratulations to the host for comprehending the true essence of Taiji and Wuji, entering the realm of a Peak Martial Artist, surpassing the original set limits, and significantly altering the trajectory of your life."
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of Qin Hongmian and Gan Baobao. Their favorability toward the host has reached ninety percent, a state of 'marry no one but him,' significantly altering the life trajectories of major Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils characters; host's fortune increased."
"Ding! The system deduces that Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling will no longer appear, significantly altering the life trajectories of major Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils characters; host's fortune increased."
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for changing the perceptions of Deng Baichuan, Gongsun Qian, Feng Bo'e, and Bao Butong. Deng Baichuan, Gongsun Qian, and Feng Bo'e have completely submitted, viewing the host as a 'heavenly being descended to earth,' swearing to follow him to the death and never betray him. Bao Butong views the host as a 'heavenly being descended to earth,' swears to follow him to the death, and is determined to 'listen to the Young Master and keep his mouth shut.' Host's fortune increased."
"This trash system is actually somewhat useful. Although there were no rewards, the ability to signal important changes makes it worthwhile."
Murong Fu felt quite pleased as he listened to the system prompts. The most important part was that phrase, "marry no one but him." In other words, Qin Hongmian and Gan Baobao were already firmly in his grasp.
What? Murong Fu is a beast? A beast at only thirteen years old? No, you are mistaken. Just because you cannot eat something yet does not mean you cannot keep it for later. In ancient times, boys reached manhood at sixteen, and once a man, he could take a wife.
In the original story, Murong Fu belonged to the same generation as Qiao Feng. By the time Qiao Feng made his entrance, thirty years had passed since the battle at Yanmen Pass. At that time, Duan Yu was only sixteen or seventeen, and Murong Fu was over thirty, with a stunning sixteen or seventeen-year-old cousin to boot.
The Murong Clan had been passed down through a single heir for generations; he simply had to spread his seed! Otherwise, he would end up like that moronic Murong Fu in the original story—over thirty, unmarried, and eventually descending into insanity. How foolish!
He wondered if that guy had any descendants. (Silly child, if he didn't, where would you have come from? Did you think I would exhaust everything, including my soul, just to swap in someone who wasn't of Murong blood? — A message from the deep resentment of the original Murong Fu.)
Murong Fu opened his eyes and looked at Gan Baobao and Qin Hongmian. He couldn't help but swallow hard. He was truly tempted, but he was still growing. He would wait a little longer; he wouldn't have to wait too long before he could have them.
Feeling Murong Fu's gaze, filled with both affection and aggression, Gan Baobao and Qin Hongmian shyly lowered their heads, their hearts brimming with honeyed sweetness.
Murong Fu looked down at the small fry on the ground—Daoist Zhangxu—and felt a wave of self-satisfaction. He only felt that his pants were not as good as the ones from his previous life. If he had been wearing those, he might have said, "I merely exerted a tiny fraction of my strength, and it has already become the limit of this martial arts world. Still, as I said before, that year, with my hands in my pockets, I didn't know what it meant to have an opponent."
"Fourth Brother, bring out the table. Let the court session begin!""Third Brother, wash this wretch up and help him snap out of it."
"Yes, Young Master." Feng Bo'e and Bao Butong acknowledged the order and went to work, though Bao Butong muttered under his breath, "Why is it always me who has to wash such a disgusting piece of trash..."
"Third Brother, have you forgotten what you realized just a moment ago?" Feng Bo'e quietly reminded him.
Bao Butong shuddered, quickly shut his mouth, and said no more.
Bao Butong grabbed Daoist Zhangxu by the ankles and, treating him much like a dirty mop, dunked him up and down in the courtyard's small pond a few times before tossing him into the middle of the courtyard. He then kicked a bit of dirt over the vomit to cover it up.
"Daoist Zhangxu, you were originally an acolyte at a Daoist temple. After being discovered defiling a female pilgrim, you betrayed your sect and slaughtered an entire family. Following that... all told, you have violated dozens of other men's wives and daughters. Today, it is only right that you face execution. Do you have any last words?"
Murong Fu sat upright in an armchair, the list of Daoist Zhangxu's crimes spread out before him. As he read them aloud to Daoist Zhangxu, any single one of his offenses was truly severe enough that dying ten thousand times could not atone for it.
Hearing Murong Fu read out his crimes, Daoist Zhangxu knew they had put in a great deal of effort specifically to capture him. No wonder they had even brought along two peerless beauties—likely because his activities had decreased in recent years, and they were afraid he wouldn't take the bait.At this, Daoist Zhangxu showed a spine of sorts. He raised his voice and said, "Young Master Murong, most of the things you mentioned are indeed what I did, but there is one thing that is wrong."
"Oh? Which one is that?" Murong Fu was not angry at being told he was mistaken on a detail. After all, he had not grabbed the wrong person; even if there were only one thing right instead of one thing wrong, this Daoist Zhangxu still deserved to die.
"I broke away from the Daoist sect not because I violated another man's wife, but because of adultery!" Daoist Zhangxu did not care what others thought of him, but since he was surely going to die today, he did not want to be burdened with a crime he had not committed.
He had long known he was a dead man, but his first time had definitely not been a violation of another, a fact only he knew. "That year, a woman came up the mountain to pray for a child. To show her utmost piety, she sent away all her servants and her own husband."
"She wasn't praying to immortals and deities at all; she was praying to me."
"She tempted me in every possible way. I had been an orphan since childhood—how could I possibly hold my ground? So I granted her wish."
"Heh heh... She was my first woman, naturally I remember it with absolute clarity. I was sweeping the main hall when she walked in stark naked, holding a peach and offering to feed it to me. If it were you, could you have resisted, Young Master Murong?" At this point, Daoist Zhangxu looked directly at Murong Fu, a trace of pleading in his eyes, as if Murong Fu's reply mattered a great deal.