Reborn in Douyi: Huo Yuhao and his wife kill Tang San!

Old John, the village chief, looked at Huo Yuhao with eyes full of love and expectation: "Little Yuhao, you are a genius that our village has only seen once in a century. The work-study spot at the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy is yours."

"Grandpa John," Huo Yuhao gently interrupted the old village chief, his bright eyes sparkling.

"Thank you for your kindness. But I'd like to reserve this spot for someone who needs it more."

His gaze shifted to the child not far away, who seemed both flustered and excited because of his "pickaxe" martial spirit and first-level soul power.

"With this opportunity, he can at least become a Soul Master who can help the village in the future."

Old John was stunned. He never expected a six-year-old child to say such things, let alone give up this seemingly life-changing opportunity.

"But Yuhao, you..."

Huo Yuhao smiled slightly, his smile revealing an unwavering determination: "Grandpa, I have my own path to walk."

Work-study student?

That was certainly a safe path, but for him, who possessed dual memories and whose goal was to reach the gods, it was a different story.

Nottingham Academy could teach him too little, but imposed too many restrictions.

What he needs is absolute freedom to seize opportunities that could revolutionize the future.

The primary target is the million-year-old soul beast, the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm, which is currently sleeping deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.

Therefore, he needs to be fully prepared.

Strong mental strength is the foundation for communicating with and enduring Tianmeng Ge's power.

Thinking of this, a cold yet playful glint flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

The Purple Demon Eye is one of the Tang Sect's ultimate techniques brought by Tang San, and it is also a supreme method for cultivating spiritual power.

Arm yourself with the enemy's techniques, and ultimately use them to defeat the enemy.

The irony and the satisfaction made Huo Yuhao eagerly anticipate the day when Tang San would discover the truth and witness his magnificent expression.

"There are no inherently good or evil cultivation techniques; it's all about how you use them. Tang San, I'll borrow your things for a bit. I'm sure you won't mind, will you?"

He silently resolved to put the cultivation of the Purple Demon Eyes on his agenda.

The most urgent task is to solidify the foundation, and then quietly head to the Starry Sky Forest.

……

Meanwhile, the Clear Sky Sect, one of the top sects in the continent's soul master world.

Inside the majestic mountain gate, the current sect leader is not Tang Xiao, a direct descendant of Tang Chen, but a woman from another family—Wang Dong'er.

With her stunningly beautiful face, her long blue-pink hair was usually neatly tied into a high ponytail.

Her brows and eyes possess both the gentleness of a woman and a heroic spirit and decisiveness that rivals any man.

Her talent is unparalleled throughout history: twin martial souls, one being the most beautiful and gentle goddess of light, the butterfly, and the other being the most powerful offensive weapon in the world, the Clear Sky Hammer.

Even more incredibly, she had already reached the level of a Title Douluo before she was even thirty years old.

Moreover, her Clear Sky Hammer martial soul has never been equipped with a single spirit ring.

Such potential is limitless.

Of course, there were dissenting voices within the sect; some old fogies whispered among themselves:

"Why should a woman from another family be in charge of my Haotian Sect?"

"How can a sect gain the respect of its members if a woman is in charge?"

Wang Dong'er's response to this has always been simple and direct—"I'm not convinced?"

Then let's use the Haotian Hammer to talk.

Faced with absolute strength, all criticisms seem pale and powerless.

She swiftly reformed the sect, combining strength with skill, and gradually won the respect of the core elders and the younger generation.

Everyone could see that this young sect leader even possessed a peerless talent that surpassed that of the first sect leader, Tang Chen.

At this moment, in the sect leader's quiet room, Wang Dong'er looked at herself in the mirror.

The person in the mirror has a stunningly beautiful face, but her eyes hold a deep longing that has lasted for ages and a lingering sadness.

She gently stroked her cheek, her thoughts drifting back to that heart-wrenching end—the Valley of Love and Destiny.

In her previous life, she died there, unable to accompany her Yuhao to the end.

Reborn ten thousand years ago, I became a disciple of the Haotian Sect.

Driven by her yearning for the future and endless longing, she relentlessly cultivated, breaking all records and reaching the pinnacle of the continent.

However, the greater the achievement, the deeper the loneliness.

Her lover, Huo Yuhao, belongs to ten thousand years in the future.

The chasm of time stood before her like an insurmountable barrier.

How can I traverse these ten thousand years to reunite with you?

This thought tormented her day and night.

There seems to be only one answer—become a god!

Only by obtaining the eternal life of a god could she possibly live to the time when he existed.

Just as her heart was surging with emotion, a faint yet incredibly familiar throbbing sensation pierced through endless space and touched her heartstrings.

Her beautiful blue-pink eyes suddenly lit up, and her spiritual energy spread along her senses, revealing a blurry image in her mind:

In a remote little village, a six-year-old boy with short blue hair and delicate features is looking up at the sky.

What shocked her most were the boy's eyes—lively, clear, and seemingly containing a vortex of stars deep within.

Aura!

Those are Yuhao's spiritual eyes!

Although her face was still young, the outline of her soul, and the occasional flashes of depth and determination in her eyes that were beyond her years, were so similar to the lover she remembered.

"Yuhao...is that you? You...you're back?" Wang Dong'er clutched her heart, which was filled with immense joy and hope, almost overflowing.

Regardless of whether it was him or not, and whatever she had to face, she had to find out immediately.

More than 20 years of separation and longing have left an indelible mark on my heart.

She suddenly stood up, her sorrow vanished, replaced by a radiant glow and eager anticipation.

Wang Dong'er found the deputy sect leader, Tang Xiao.

This man, who should have been the sect leader, is now Wang Dong'er's most capable deputy, and he is completely convinced of her abilities.

Tang Xiao bowed respectfully and asked, "Sect Master, are you going out?"

"Mm." Wang Dong'er nodded: "The return date is uncertain. While I am away, you will be in charge of all sect affairs, and you will temporarily assume the position of sect leader."

"Yes. Tang Xiao accepts the order and will certainly live up to the sect leader's expectations." Tang Xiao solemnly replied, his eyes filled with admiration.

He knew all too well how terrifying the young sect leader's strength was; the Goddess of Light Butterfly had already reached the title of Douluo.

The Clear Sky Hammer, which had not been equipped with any spirit rings, possessed unimaginable power.

If he were to add soul rings to the Clear Sky Hammer in the future, and choose all of them to be over 50,000 years old... he couldn't even imagine what that would be like.

With this woman in charge, the Haotian Sect is on the verge of revival!

Wang Dong'er said no more and walked to the edge of the cliff.

With a thought, the dazzling and radiant Goddess of Light Butterfly Martial Soul unfolded behind her, its magnificent wings fluttering gently and scattering countless shimmering points of light.

The next moment, she transformed into a streak of light, soaring into the sky and rushing towards the direction she sensed, instantly disappearing into the horizon.

Tang Xiao watched the streak of light disappear, his heart filled with mixed emotions, yet he was full of confidence in the future of his sect.

The direction Wang Dong'er sensed roughly pointed towards the province of Fasno.

Meanwhile, near Holy Soul Village, another pair of eyes had already set their sights on the "unexpected" genius.