Douluo Continent: Transmigrating into Huo Yuhao's world and inheriting the Angel of Time

Chapter 96 I Don't Bully Children

"Old Xuan, since you've become my disciple, it's impossible for me not to teach you the art of the soul."

In a simple room, Huo Yuhao looked at Xuan Ziwen with a serious expression and said, "But, as you know how precious it is, I need to get it insured."

"I understand, please feel free to come, teacher."

Xuan Ziwen patted his chest, his eyes filled with a burning passion for the soul, and he stood against the hail of bullets.

Having heard about the road ahead, how could he not go and explore it?

"Alright, come out now, Zafkiel!"

A golden light flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes. Suddenly, a "tick-tock, tick-tock" sound appeared, and the space behind him suddenly distorted, revealing a dazzling light.

It was a clock that was over three meters tall.

It has a very classical feel.

Its golden pointer moved little by little.

A Mauser rifle appeared in Huo Yuhao's hand at some point, and he aimed it at Xuan Ziwen.

"This is—" Xuan Ziwen stared wide-eyed, looking at the scene before him in disbelief, which seemed like a miracle.

"Thump!"

With a gunshot, Xuan Ziwen subconsciously sniffed the air; there was no gunpowder, only the smell of soul power.

In an instant, his eyes gradually lost focus.

Within the sea of ​​spirit, a dazzling golden light stands at the very center. Just its mere presence there gives one the feeling that life is no longer in one's own hands.

But upon closer observation, one can also discover that one's mental strength is actually slowly increasing.

"This is a contract of time. As long as you don't betray me, everything will be fine."

Huo Yuhao glanced at the dazed figure, then pulled out a stick from somewhere and began drawing a strange array pattern in front of him.

"Oh, oh!" Xuan Ziwen shook his head, stretched his arms, and found that there was no difference from usual. He looked at the scribbles on the ground, swallowed hard, and asked in a low voice, "Teacher, what are you drawing?"

"Teleportation array!"

"Next, I will teleport you to headquarters, where you can study souls together with my clone."

Huo Yuhao didn't even lift his head, his gaze remaining fixed on the teleportation array.

Even with his current skill level, it's still quite difficult for him to draw.

If you make a mistake, you'll be devastated and have to redraw it.

His soul power could only last for a short while.

You can't get distracted.

Seeing Huo Yuhao so focused, Xuan Ziwen also tried to keep his breathing low, afraid of disturbing his teacher.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn passes in the blink of an eye.

The teleportation array on the ground, filled with icy cold air, was now complete.

The next step is to confirm the coordinates.

Then it was adjusted to a one-time, one-way teleportation array.

While Huo Yuhao continued with his work, Xuan Ziwen watched the magical scene before him with sparkling eyes.

If it were truly possible to travel tens of thousands of miles in an instant.

That's simply an amazing skill.

Even a level 10 soul tool is probably nothing special.

After a while.

Several golden patterns appeared on the array. Huo Yuhao wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Alright, you can just walk up there."

"it is good."

Xuan Ziwen suppressed his excitement and walked up.

In an instant, he felt dizzy and disoriented.

Even with his current Contra level strength, he couldn't figure out what was happening. He only felt as if he were in a space surrounded by countless shattered spatial rifts.

If you make any strong movements, you will fall.

This stems from a sense of crisis about life.

Once he actually dared to try stepping into that space, he seemed to smell a hint of death.

Before he could savor the moment, the scene before him suddenly changed.

The person in front of me was still Huo Yuhao, but he seemed a little different, compared to the spirit and energy of his teacher before.

Huo Yuhao, standing before me, had extremely dark circles under his eyes and looked exhausted. Just one glance was enough to tell that he hadn't rested in a long time.

His swaying figure looked as if he would die at any moment.

"Teacher!?" Xuan Ziwen asked tentatively.

"Yes, it's me." Huo Yuhao suppressed his exhaustion and said impatiently, "Let's go, hurry up and learn from me. There are too many soul spirits needed right now, and my production speed can't keep up with the demand."

"I've done a good deed; someone can help me share the burden."

Hearing those resentful words, Xuan Ziwen's face also showed a hint of embarrassment.

I don't know why.

He felt like he had been taken advantage of.

"This is Luoyang City, the tenth floor of the Spirit Pagoda. You've probably heard of it before. That's the office, handling the city's and the Spirit Pagoda's government affairs, management, expenses, and revenue—"

Huo Yuhao pointed to the room with a slight crack in it and introduced it.

"Yes, I understand." Xuan Ziwen nodded. He knew very well that such things were usually extremely important. He looked through the crack and was instantly stunned.

There is also a Huo Yuhao there.

His entire body was radiating intense soul power, and his originally handsome long hair was all blown up by that airflow. The pen in his hand was moving so fast that it was smoking, and even he, a Soul Douluo, couldn't see it clearly if he didn't concentrate.

What shocked him even more was that dozens of documents that were being processed were floating in the sky, and even though they hadn't fallen yet, dozens more flew up.

Huo Yuhao was the only person in the entire room.

Wouldn't that be exhausting?

Before Xuan Ziwen could react, a voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Master of the tower, and passersby, please make way!"

Xuan Ziwen turned his head and saw many people carrying documents that covered their heads as they walked into the office.

"Oh, this—"

"Teacher, isn't it a bit difficult for one person to handle everything there?"

Xuan Ziwen tentatively pointed over there and said.

"It's alright, he can handle it." Huo Yuhao glanced at the figure who had gone mad and waved his hand, saying, "This is also for the good of the Spirit Pagoda."

"Those who have time to handle official business may not have the vision and methods, while those who can handle official business well are all geniuses. In order to improve their cultivation progress, I have no choice but to handle it myself."

"Moreover, this is also for the sake of the bigger picture."

Huo Yuhao looked at Xuan Ziwen with a serious expression.

These people from Douluo Continent are terrible at handling government affairs.

If it's just about doing the work, then there probably isn't much of a problem.

However, the overall strategic planning —

I had absolutely no idea which direction to go.

That makes sense, after all, Huo Yuhao was a literature enthusiast in the 21st century in his previous life, and he knew a little bit about literature, but compared to the present era, it was a game-changer.

Of course, besides these, there are also those who are simply not worthy of being put in real power.

Apart from the clan leader Qian Gu Wen Yu, there are not many people in the entire Spirit Transmission Tower who possess these talents.

The rest of the people were probably spies.

Huo Yuhao really didn't trust them to run the headquarters.

This is also the difference between nouveau riche and established families.

In the early stages, Huo Yuhao can only take the lead. Later, as the geniuses gradually take off, they can be gradually given the reins.

"Then why don't you create more clones?" Xuan Ziwen asked thoughtfully.

Since they didn't want to delay the cultivation time of other geniuses.

Why not create more clones?

Huo Yuhao rolled his eyes at Xuan Ziwen and said listlessly, "Do you really think we don't want to?"

"My strength is simply insufficient; the number of clones has reached its limit."

Yes, Huo Yuhao has not yet fully unlocked the Zafkiel.

The maximum number of clones is ten.

Next, Huo Yuhao showed Xuan Ziwen a brief look around the alchemy room, the soul guidance room, and the other three clones.

Including the office and myself, that makes five.

The Heavenly Soul Empire.

One from the Body Sect.

That makes seven.

The remaining three positions are reserved for battle.

In case of any unforeseen circumstances, we can fight three against one.

However, these difficult days will soon be over.

Huo Yuhao predicted that by the time he reached the Soul Saint level, the Emperor's abilities would be at least half-activated.

At that time, the number of clones should be able to increase exponentially.

Preliminary estimates suggest it should reach thirty.

After all, those below the Soul Saint level are nothing but ants.

Once a Soul Master reaches that level, they can unlock their Martial Soul True Body.

Our strength will increase significantly.

For Kefk, this is also a significant improvement.

"Alright, next up is the Soul Spirit Research and Development Studio. Besides me, my teacher, Electrox, is also here. I will begin to teach you step by step—"

At the Royal Academy of Sun and Moon.

Huo Yuhao wandered around, trying to find Ji Juechen's figure; he wanted to abduct this genius.

His Spirit Pagoda is desperately short of people.

Moreover, there's this feeling of attracting geniuses.

Just like trucks.

He felt exceptionally good whenever there was one.

The feeling of finally getting your hands on it is truly irresistible.

Also, the same goes for Ye Guyi, who was chasing after his clone before.

That's a genius who has reached the level of being granted a title.

If we can win them over, we might be able to try to find fragments of the Angel God within the Jialing Pass.

We'll gather them together later.

Then there would be angels and gods.

Just as Huo Yuhao was trying to find it, all the students around him were looking at him, and some were even intentionally or unintentionally moving closer to him.

"Um?"

"Are they trying to start a brawl?"

Huo Yuhao narrowed his eyes, calmly looking at the group, and chuckled, "Gentlemen, perhaps you wish to learn from me?"

He guessed it might be related to Meng Hongchen.

"Fellow soldiers, this is the man! I saw him flirting with our Miss Meng! Can we tolerate this?"

"How dare some nobody try to woo our goddess?"

"Brothers, let's go!"

A group of students who had eaten pickled cabbage, without thinking twice, activated their martial spirits and charged towards Huo Yuhao.

"First Soul Skill: Spiritual Detection, Activate!"

A glint flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes, and his heterochromatic pupils slowly shone, taking in all the Soul Masters in the entire training ground.

The highest one can reach is only a Soul Master.

They are all small karaomi.

"First Soul Skill, Ice Emperor's Claw!"

Huo Yuhao grabbed at the air with both hands like eagle claws, and a long spear radiating cold light instantly materialized, its aura of extreme ice spreading out like a surging tide.

The moment the icy chill appeared, everyone present felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their bodies turning cold.

"call out!"

Seeing the figure so close at hand, Huo Yuhao moved like an arrow released from a bow, fast as lightning, and sped away.

From afar, one could see a lithe figure, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, or like a thunderbolt moving rapidly through the air, so fast that only a fleeting afterimage could be seen.

The crackling sound was as crisp and loud as smashing a watermelon.

In just a few breaths, the people who were originally so aggressive were like withered flowers and willows ravaged by a storm, lying on the ground like dead dogs, howling incessantly.

Huo Yuhao dealt with these small fry with ease.

After all, he was a level 69 high-level Soul Emperor.

He was only one step away from becoming a Soul Saint.

"Hey, I'm asking you, where is Ji Juechen?" Huo Yuhao casually asked, pointing to the nearest female classmate.

"Hey, don't think you can run away to our school just because you're strong. I'm not telling you." The female student tilted her head back, with an expression that said, "I'm not telling you."

"Wow, you're pretty brave, huh?"

Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow and asked calmly.

"Hmph, of course I need to know—"

Before she could finish speaking, her previously stubborn expression instantly turned foolish, and she babbled, "Ji Juechen is at the waterfall in the back mountain. He's a strange guy, always practicing swordsmanship alone. You only see him when he's eating; he's usually there—"

Huo Yuhao threw it to the ground, clapped his hands, and walked towards the back mountain.

Indeed, it's still more effective to let strength speak for itself.

Even the most stubborn person will crumble under mental pressure.

The back mountain.

Using his mental detection ability, Huo Yuhao easily found this place.

Following the narrow path, Huo Yuhao could clearly see the figure wielding a sword under the waterfall in the distance—a character comparable to an SSR.

Not far away.

The waterfall stretches endlessly, surging and powerful.

A slender figure stood beneath the waterfall, enduring the pounding of the water while wielding a bronze longsword.

Judging from that incredibly determined look in his eyes, he's definitely a promising talent.

Huo Yuhao arrived without the other party noticing, as they were focused on practicing their swordsmanship and seemed completely unaware of his arrival.

"very nice."

"That's really good."

Huo Yuhao didn't interrupt, but just sat quietly to the side, watching the person in front of him, waiting for him to finish.

Ji Juechen was originally a member of the Mingde Hall of the Sun Moon Empire. Known as the "Sword Maniac," his extreme obsession with battle made his situation quite normal.

In the original novel, Ji Juechen joined the Tang Sect with Huo Yuhao in order to further improve his strength.

So, if Huo Yuhao can also provide it, he can definitely take it away.

After all, this person has no attachment to identity, country, or academy; they are only interested in improving their strength.

Just by looking at the sword in his hand, you can tell that who would imagine that this sharp longsword was originally a piece of meteorite iron from outer space, which was originally a strip-shaped object.

After Ji Juechen obtained it, he continuously tempered the extraterrestrial meteorite iron using his own methods, his own hands, and his soul power for over ten years, finally allowing it to gradually take on the shape of a sword. Using external objects as weapons seems to be something a Soul Master should do, but he did it anyway.

Although he possessed no powerful abilities and his innate soul power was only at level three, barely enough to cultivate, in his eyes, nothing else mattered except his sword.

Since awakening his martial spirit at the age of six, Ji Juechen has fallen in love with his sword. In his eyes, there is nothing else but his sword.

He spends every day unleashing his martial spirit in arduous training.

No one even knows how he increased his soul power.

At the age of eight, his soul power reached level ten.

Alone with his sword, he entered a habitat of spirit beasts.

Three days later, he emerged covered in blood. He had obtained his first hundred-year soul ring.

Yes, he hunted the hundred-year soul ring himself.

What he received, however, was a soul skill that amplified soul power, much like a soul master.

While Huo Yuhao was still pondering, Ji Juechen had already stopped practicing and lightly leaped to the shore.

He seemed to pay no attention to Huo Yuhao, who had suddenly appeared.

He simply wiped the sword in his hand.

There was a hint of warmth in his cold eyes.

This is a love for one's own sword.

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Juechen finally turned his gaze to Huo Yuhao and asked calmly, "You've come to ask about the sword, haven't you?"

"I'm sorry, but I refuse. I don't bully children!"