Huo Yuhao from The Peerless Tang Sect is incredibly talented.

After hooking up with Qian Duoduo, Huo Yuhao checked the new class assignments and prepared to go back to his dormitory to analyze the rare metals.

Zhou Yi wasn't among the freshmen's class advisors, and Huo Yuhao hated teachers like that the most.

Your methods may be extreme, and your teaching methods may be outdated, but she simply doesn't care about the students; she only cares about the data.

Huo Yuhao reacted immediately, putting a sack over her head in the middle of the night and making Zhou Yi act as a sandbag. Her injuries would definitely take at least half a year to heal.

When Huo Yuhao pushed open the dormitory door, Wang Dong had just finished cleaning and was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Huo Yuhao glanced at it and then looked away. It was alright. It was the first time he had done housework and he had done it this well.

After all, she was the little princess of the Haotian Sect, and she never lifted a finger to do housework. She was very pampered.

Wang Dong heard the door open and saw Huo Yuhao return, so he stood up.

With both hands hanging at his sides, his right hand unconsciously picked at the nail of his left index finger, picking at it twice before letting go. He was clearly a little uneasy.

That's true. What normal woman disguises herself as a man and sneaks into the men's dormitory, only to be recognized in private and then falsely accuse the person who recognized her, causing her to return to the women's dormitory?

The God-King's curse is terrifying!

Wang Dong took a deep breath, raised his eyes to look at Huo Yuhao, and realized his mistakes during this time.

"I'm sorry, it was wrong of me to make you sweep the floor yesterday. It was wrong of me to order you around. It was also wrong of me to call you a maggot."

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, her tone was clear and crisp, and her language was sincere and natural, displaying the demeanor of a well-bred lady.

After Wang Dong finished speaking while looking directly at Huo Yuhao, he looked away, a faint blush rising to his ears.

"Okay, I accept."

Wang Dong hadn't expected him to answer so quickly. She had prepared a long explanation—why she was so arrogant, so unreasonable, and why she had made that kind of threat—but he didn't press her for answers or mock her; he simply accepted it quietly.

She didn't know what to do next. She stood there, her lips moved and then closed again, like a lone bird.

Huo Yuhao couldn't help but laugh when he saw Wang Dong standing there, looking a little lost after apologizing.

She sighed inwardly, thinking that if Tang Shenwang hadn't existed in the original timeline, she and Wang Dongzhen might have become a perfect couple.

"Wang Dong, you must understand that everyone is equal, and no one is anyone's slave."

"In this world, it's not that whoever has the best talent can ride on other people's heads, nor is it that whoever has low soul power deserves to serve tea and water to others."

"If you have someone to serve you at home, that's your family's rule, not the rule of the world. Once you leave home, everyone has two shoulders, one head, and one life. No one is born a slave to anyone else, and no one is born to be served."

"I'm glad you said sorry today—but not for me, but for yourself. Because only when a person learns to treat others as human beings can they truly treat themselves as human beings."

Wang Dong listened attentively to Huo Yuhao's lecture, but there was always a strange fatherly air about him.

Thinking of this, Wang Dong suddenly remembered his biological father, who had never shown up, and couldn't help but feel angry. What father has never even seen his child once?

After educating Wang Dong, Huo Yuhao sat down at his desk, took out a rare metal from the spatial soul tool given to him by Qian Duoduo, and began to analyze the properties of the rare metal.

It was dark silver, palm-sized, with fine water ripples on its surface. Huo Yuhao held it in his palm and weighed it in his hand, then pinched both ends and slowly applied force.

The metal is gradually flattened, then bent, stretched, and cut. At the same time, a complete list of rare metals is taken out and compared with the above characteristics one by one, and then recorded.

Huo Yuhao was speechless at this encyclopedia of rare metals. Apart from the properties of soul power, none of them even had the most basic physical properties, such as ductility.

Furthermore, Huo Yuhao learned something from the book: the people of Douluo Continent were incredibly crude in how they handled rare metal veins.

They just burned it directly, and based on the different melting points, they extracted rare metals. When Huo Yuhao saw this, he felt his eyes go black. This purification process was far too crude.

Then he found a few more books explaining rare metal veins, which made Huo Yuhao laugh even more, for one simple reason.

There's a peculiar thing about Douluo Three Kingdoms: we don't mine anything that isn't a rich, open-pit mine.

Good heavens, no wonder you can't develop soul tools. You can't even get the raw materials. Tang is doomed.

After testing the physical properties of this rare metal, he then inputted his soul power and began to sense the changes in his own soul power after it entered the rare metal.

Wang Dong had gotten up from the bedside at some point and walked two steps behind him. She crossed her arms, tilted her head, and watched him fiddle with the metal pieces, her eyes conveying a "let's see what you can do with these" kind of look.

Huo Yuhao didn't turn around, but he had already caught her location out of the corner of his eye. He ignored Wang Dong.

Wang Dong took another step forward, now almost touching the back of his chair. Looking down at the few pieces of scrap metal on the table, she couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

"Test." Huo Yuhao didn't even look up, continuing to write and draw on the paper.

"Test these things?" Wang Dong's voice was clearly disdainful. "What's so special about testing a piece of broken metal? We're Soul Masters!"

Huo Yuhao ignored Wang Dong, because in a few decades, after a major version update, Soul Saints would be everywhere, and getting a title would be as worthless as a dog.

Who isn't a Soul Master?

Seeing that he was being ignored, Wang Dong's competitive spirit flared up again. He crossed his arms and said, "I'm telling you, why are you wasting your time cultivating your soul power on this lump of iron? Soul tools are ultimately external things. True strength comes from one's own martial soul and soul power. What kind of future can you achieve with this junk?"

Huo Yuhao still ignored Wang Dong.

"Didn't you hear me?" Wang Dong frowned.

"I heard you," Huo Yuhao finally spoke, his voice still unhurried. "Are you finished?"

Wang Dong was taken aback by his attitude: "I said—"

"You say soul tools are external objects, and true strength comes from within. I'm listening."

Huo Yuhao put down the rare metal he had crushed into a sheet, finally turning around to look at her. "Do you know what level of destructive power soul tools have reached now?"

Wang Dong was taken aback.

"Limit Douluo".

Wang Dong's lips, which had been slightly upturned, froze after hearing those words.

"You're talking nonsense." She retorted almost instinctively, "How could a soul tool possibly defeat a Limit Douluo? A Limit Douluo is—"

"That's the ceiling of human combat power." Huo Yuhao picked up where she left off. "Sigh, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Big sister, you're right, soul tools can't beat soul masters."

The tone was very perfunctory.

Wang Dong wanted to retort, but then he heard Huo Yuhao say, "Weakness is not an obstacle to survival; arrogance is. You look down on soul tools, thinking they are heretical practices—but those soul masters who died because of soul tools thought the same thing in life."

Wang Dong's lips moved; she wanted to refute, to say, "That's because they don't have enough strength," but she swallowed the words back.

She suddenly remembered something—she was level 28, with one yellow and one purple weapon, and this level 15 person had beaten her to the ground three times. And this person happened to be researching the junk she looked down on, the soul tool.

A very uncomfortable thought came to her mind.

Wang Dong bit his lip, watching Huo Yuhao's profile as he focused on the test. His movements were practiced, each step as if he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind, without any unnecessary movements or hesitation, like a seasoned soul master.

"Where did you learn all this?" Wang Dong finally couldn't help but ask again.

"Self-taught".

The afternoon sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a warm halo around Huo Yuhao's shoulder. His profile, with his head bowed, appeared exceptionally serene in the light, giving him a remarkably handsome look, completely different from the Huo Yuhao who had entered just a few hours earlier.

Wang Dong stood behind him, unsure whether to leave or stay.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she was indeed a little curious—what could those pieces of metal possibly be used for?

The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm turned over in the Sea of ​​Spirit.

Ha, men. They say they'll live their own lives and have nothing to do with each other, but the moment someone comes along, they start lecturing them.

From Soul Tools to Limit Douluo, and from Limit Douluo to Pride and Prejudice.

Why don't you just bring a small stool for her to sit on and listen?

Huo Yuhao ignored it. He pressed his fingers on the metal plate, feeling the subtle differences in every change of soul power, wrote down the last data on the paper, and then put down the pen.

He turned his head, glancing at Wang Dong still standing there, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Startled by the question, Wang Dong blushed slightly, lowered his arms from his chest, and stubbornly replied, "I just wanted to see what you were up to."

"Finished watching?"

"I've finished watching it."

"Then move aside, you're blocking the light."

Wang Dong took a deep breath, gave a heavy "humph," and turned to walk back to her bed. She plopped down, pulled the pillow over to hug it, turned her back to Huo Yuhao, and stared at the wall, sulking.

But she kept her ears perked up, listening to what was happening behind her.

The sound of turning pages. The scratching of a pen nib across paper. The gentle clinking of metal plates.

She heard every sound clearly.

Wang Dong thought: Limit Douluo? A soul tool can defeat a Limit Douluo? Who are you kidding? She didn't believe it. She would never believe it even if you beat her to death.

Time flies like an arrow; it never stops, day or night. In the blink of an eye, it's already late at night.

By evening, the metal in Huo Yuhao's hand was gone, replaced by a silver-white iron ball.

It was about the size of a fist, entirely silver-white, and its surface was densely covered with patterns that Wang Dong couldn't understand.

Huo Yuhao placed it on the table, pressed his fingertip on the top of the ball, and injected a wisp of soul power into it.

The sphere lit up.

The primordial energy of heaven and earth seemed to be drawn in by something.

Wang Dong suddenly sat up in bed, his eyes wide. In this dilapidated dormitory room, which was originally so barren that people wanted to move out, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was rising at a speed that could be felt with the naked eye.

Fifteen minutes later, the sphere stopped rotating and hovered an inch above the table. Its silvery-white light stabilized, like a quiet little star.

Wang Dong took a deep breath and made a judgment: the concentration of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had reached the level of the Haotian Sect.

What kind of place is the Haotian Sect? It's a super sect, and there are bound to be many titled Douluo within it. Its secluded location must also be a place rich in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

It is truly unbelievable that Shrek Academy's outer courtyard now possesses such abundant spiritual energy.

"How...how did you do that?" Wang Dong's voice was a little tense.

Huo Yuhao pushed the sphere towards the corner of the table without even looking up: "Soul tool."

Three words. No more, no less.

This left Wang Dong speechless. He opened his mouth, wanting to say that Huo Yuhao was lying, but found that he couldn't find any evidence to prove that Huo Yuhao was lying.

Wang Dong stared at the sphere for several seconds, his lips moved twice, and he squeezed out two words: "...sex object."

Fortunately, after the battle between Shrek Academy and the Body Sect, Moon was busy figuring out the cultivation methods that the Body Sect had made public, trying to find a way for Shrek Academy to survive and maintain its status quo.

The future of Shrek Academy, even for the next few generations, is uncertain and unpredictable!

There's absolutely no way forward.

The next generation has Xuanzi, the next generation has Yan Shaozhe, the next generation has only Zhang Lexuan, and the next generation has a great-grandson.

The future of Shrek, with its myriad things vying for dominance, is just like what we see now.

In contrast, Mu En believed that the Body Sect was like Shrek Academy, where the seven gods were reborn ten thousand years ago, destined for great prosperity.

Each of them possessed a unique martial soul, and their spirit rings were all of the ten-thousand-year level, indicating that they had definitely undergone a divine test.

Furthermore, Mu En had a rough idea of ​​Poison Undying's strength. Even he, a Limit Douluo, couldn't sense its depth, so it must have become a god.

So Moon went to great lengths to transform Shrek Academy, and stopped being a dorm lord. He started holed up on Seagod Island, trying to get a bunch of elders together to develop some core technology.

After all, in Moon's view, if he didn't come up with something soon, Shrek Academy would definitely end up like the Tang Sect.

Moon must leave behind a core technology before he dies that will allow Shrek Academy to live off its legacy for at least five hundred years.

As for believing in the wisdom of later generations? Relying on Xuanzi and Yan Shaozhe is no better than hoping for a divine intervention from Buddha Tang; there's absolutely no hope in that.

Moon: I must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to run into these two successors of the Crouching Dragon and the Phoenix Chick.

Huo Yuhao didn't reply. He had already sat cross-legged on the bed and entered a meditative state.

Wang Dong sat on the edge of the bed watching him. Then he also crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and began his cultivation.

The concentration of primordial energy in the world is very high. In this kind of environment, Wang Dong estimates that he can complete the breakthrough to level 30 within a month.

Wang Dong circulated his soul power twice and felt good. He circulated it twice more and started to feel a little bored.

That's what cultivation is like: there are no opponents, no winners or losers, and no pressure.

Cultivation involves sitting there and circulating your soul power over and over again, like a donkey pulling a millstone—albeit one that gets stronger the more it pulls.

When Wang Dong was at the Haotian Sect, she would start to drift off whenever she cultivated for more than an hour. She would think about what to have for lunch, whether the soul beast on the next mountain had given birth to cubs again, and what her father, who never showed up, actually looked like.

Now she's thinking about these things again.

After thinking for a while, my eyelids began to feel heavy. The energy of heaven and earth was so rich that it made me feel warm all over, like snuggling up next to a charcoal brazier in winter, covered with a thick quilt, with snow falling outside the window.

Wang Dong nodded his head once, then nodded it again.

Finally, unable to hold on any longer, he tilted his head to one side and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Huo Yuhao slightly opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the figure slumped on the bed opposite him.

She wasn't covered by the blanket, and only one shoe was off; the other was still hanging on her foot, half-falling off the edge of the bed. The pillow was under her head, with a corner peeking out and a small puddle of drool on it.

Huo Yuhao looked at it for half a second, then looked away and closed his eyes again.

The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm asked from within the Sea of ​​Spirit: "Shouldn't we cover her with a blanket?"

"She'll cover herself up if she gets cold."

She's asleep now.

That means she's not cold.

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm was silent for a moment, then let out a sigh. Ah, men.

They say they'll live their own lives and have nothing to do with each other, that they'll gather the vital energy of heaven and earth for each other, but then they won't even cover themselves with a blanket.

Huo Yuhao's cultivation does not require the primordial energy of heaven and earth. He only needs to draw out the life force of the living beings in the Sea of ​​Wheels Secret Realm and refine the essence into qi.

What's wrong?