Peerless: Tang San, this time Huo Yuhao is the attacker.

"Senior, you were too modest before. Although your martial soul is not as good as mine in terms of attributes, you are better than me in terms of experience and technique in controlling ice."

Furthermore, training with my senior sister, although she can't match my and Wang Dong's speed, being of the same ice attribute will surely allow me to further develop my perception of the ice attribute.

Therefore, there's no need for you to say whether you'll help or not; that's too much of a stretch. A discussion is a more appropriate way to describe our interaction.

Huo Yuhao wasn't lying; he genuinely wanted to learn some ice-controlling skills from Ling Luochen.

The ultimate ice allows him to reach a much higher limit in low temperatures than Ling Luochen, but there are actually some things to consider in the cooling process.

Both methods aim to lower the temperature of an area; one approach is to release the low temperature all at once, while another is to find multiple entry points through precise control.

Although both consume the same amount of soul power, the time they take to consume is vastly different.

Ling Luochen has been immersed in ice control for a long time, so he must have some strengths that surpass his.

However, Huo Yuhao brought this up mainly to further develop his relationship with Ling Luochen. If he really wanted to learn ice control, he would place the Ice Emperor in his spiritual sea.

In terms of ice control, Hyotei is said to be the best teacher, and the only one who can refute her is Yuki-tei.

(There is indeed a method for controlling ice, which can create a low-temperature environment more quickly and control temperature changes better. This is from Chapter 465 of the original work.)

However, the ice control techniques of the Ice and Snow Emperors require a high level of cultivation; even a basic understanding requires at least a Soul Saint level.

Ling Luochen lowered his eyes slightly, the doubt between his brows disappeared, and his expression became serious. "I understand. I will teach you everything."

"Thank you very much, senior," Huo Yuhao replied with a smile.

"You should have asked for leave from today's training, right? Did you only ask for leave in the morning or for the whole day?"

"You've been waiting all day, are you planning to start now, senior?"

"That's right." Ling Luochen confirmed Huo Yuhao's guess. "Let's go to Shrek City and get a room. We need to meet at the South Gate tomorrow morning."

"No problem, I'll go back and tell Wang Dong first, so that others don't not know our whereabouts."

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the school gate."

"What! You're going to book a room in Shrek City with Ling Luochen?!"

Wang Dong's shocked and angry voice rang in Huo Yuhao's ears, his face turning extremely gloomy.

"Are you even listening to me? We're going to cultivate." Huo Yuhao's eyes were helpless. He had thought Wang Dong might react, but he hadn't expected the reaction to be this strong.

"Is it really necessary to go to Shrek City to book a room for cultivation? With your talent, and Ling Luochen's talent, why don't you just apply for a cultivation room from the academy? There should be many such places in the inner academy."

Wang Dong argued that the senior sister no longer addressed him as such, but instead directly called Ling Luochen by his given name.

Wang Dong regretted her question as soon as she uttered it. Her reaction was too much, so much so that it was inexplicable. She didn't know why, but she blurted it out subconsciously.

Upon hearing that Huo Yuhao was going to book a room with Ling Luochen, a series of images uncontrollably flashed through his mind.

A large bed, two figures—the strange image flooded her mind like a torrent, impossible to stop.

"Huh? Wang Dong, your voice was so strange just now, it sounded like a girl's."

Seeing Wang Dong's face turn red, as if he were about to lose his composure, Huo Yuhao pretended to be puzzled and stared intently into Wang Dong's eyes.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Wang Dong visibly panicked. His questioning demeanor vanished instantly, and he stammered a rebuttal:

"What girl's voice? You must have misheard."

"How could that be? You were speaking so loudly just now, I heard you clearly," Huo Yuhao pressed on relentlessly.

Wang Dong's confidence was clearly lacking, and he even started to stammer, "You, you must have misheard. There was no girl's voice at all."

I think you've gone crazy from wanting to hear a girl's voice.

"Me? Want to hear a girl's voice?" Huo Yuhao pointed at himself, looking amused.

"Yes! You're just desperate to hear a girl's voice!" Seeing that Huo Yuhao's attention was being diverted, Wang Dong immediately affirmed firmly.

"I can tell you're a girl. Come on, let's get closer."

Hearing Huo Yuhao's words, Wang Dong's heart skipped a beat. When she saw Huo Yuhao unbutton two buttons on her collar and then reach for her clothes, Wang Dong was terrified.

With lightning speed, she twisted and flashed behind Huo Yuhao, pushing him out of the dormitory with all her might, and then slammed the door shut with a loud "bang".

"Wang Dong, this is also my dormitory. I have a key."

"Weren't you going to cultivate with Ling Luochen? Hurry up and go!"

The noise outside the door gradually faded away. Only when the footsteps disappeared completely did Wang Dong breathe a sigh of relief and sit down against the wooden door, resting his arms on his bent knees.

With a weight lifted from her shoulders, Wang Dong realized that she was actually a little out of breath. She reached up and touched her hand, finding it damp.

Not only that, but the temperature of his face was also frighteningly hot. Wang Dong was certain that his face must be completely red by now.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Yuhao, you big idiot!"

Wang Dong slammed her fist on the floor in frustration, but then, as if remembering something, her expression softened and her eyes became tender. "Never mind, as long as Yuhao is happy every day."

Wang Dong rested his head on his arms, his head buried in his lap, as if muttering in his sleep, or perhaps expressing longing, his voice as soft as the wind.

"When will you understand...?"

If Xiao Xiao were there, she would definitely exclaim in surprise, as Wang Dong's voice was even clearer and more melodious than hers.

"Senior, let's go." Huo Yuhao walked out of the school gate and immediately saw Ling Luochen standing alone. He called out to her.

"Mm." Ling Luochen nodded to Huo Yuhao, then paused as if remembering something, a small smile appeared on her lips, and she nodded to Huo Yuhao again.

To be honest, this move left Huo Yuhao completely bewildered. He didn't know why Ling Luochen nodded twice, but he still politely nodded back.

Ling Luochen withdrew the curve of her pink lips, feeling a strange sensation in her heart.

She noticed that Huo Yuhao always smiled when he spoke to her, and thought it would be impolite if she didn't smile, so she decided to smile.

"Give me your hand." Ling Luochen extended her right hand, her slender white fingers twitching slightly, her matter-of-fact tone once again plunging Huo Yuhao into confusion.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Ling Luochen, only to see that the latter had somehow acquired a flying soul tool on her back. Huo Yuhao then understood what she meant.

Huo Yuhao also stretched out his hand, and a cool and warm touch came from his palm, like a piece of delicate and smooth mutton fat jade.

Just then, he noticed that Ling Luochen's hand tightened slightly, making the texture of the mutton fat jade even clearer.