Douluo Continent, Reborn: Yuhao and the Silver Dragon Keep Their Appointment

Old Cai glanced down at Huo Yuhao and Na'er, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes. She was just about to ask a question—for Shrek Academy, there was never too many geniuses—but when she saw Na'er, her thoughts completely changed.

She could clearly sense that the bloodline power that Na'er inadvertently revealed possessed an oppressive aura capable of suppressing all things. Na'er appeared to be around ten years old, but with Cai Lao's strength, he could see through her true age at a glance—she was only six. Not only did she possess innate full soul power, but with her high-level spiritual power at the Spirit Realm, her first soul ring was probably a thousand-year soul ring.

As for Huo Yuhao… his Spirit Eye Martial Soul was already a top-tier mutated Martial Soul, so why would it mutate again? She had no idea. Besides, logically speaking, most inheritors of the Spirit Eye Martial Soul came from the Star Luo Empire… wait? What did Xiao Wan just call him? Yuhao… the same name as Spirit Ice Douluo. She wondered what form his Spirit Eye Martial Soul had mutated to? Was it stronger or weaker?

Elder Cai stopped thinking and looked at Huo Yuhao, saying, "As for Na'er, I can agree to let her join Shrek Academy. But you... can you tell me where you come from? What exactly is your martial soul?"

Elder Cai's gaze swept over Huo Yuhao. A normal child would likely have been paralyzed with fear by her imposing aura, but Huo Yuhao was not. He stood up and bowed deeply to Elder Cai: "Elder Cai, my name is Huo Yuhao, my martial soul… I think it's eyes… I'm not quite sure. I have amnesia, and my parents are probably gone too."

Looking at his calm and composed demeanor, Elder Cai sighed slightly. However, she quickly grasped the key point and excitedly asked, "You're saying your martial soul is an eye, not a spirit eye?"

Huo Yuhao asked, puzzled, "I don't know either. Isn't the Spirit Eye just an eye?"

Old Cai extended his index finger and touched an inch in front of his brow, sighing softly, "As expected. The Spirit Eye is a top-tier martial soul that combines eyes and a sea of ​​spirit, vastly different from a simple eye martial soul. But your innate soul power is only level one, I'm afraid... you won't be able to enter Shrek Academy."

Huo Yuhao shook his head, reached out and pressed Na'er down, who was about to speak in rebuttal. His tone remained respectful: "Elder Cai, I know. My talent can be considered useless, and I know I can't join Shrek Academy. After all, Shrek only accepts monsters, not ordinary people."

After saying that, he turned to look at Na'er and smiled gently: "I hope you can take good care of Na'er at the academy. She has great talent."

Finally, he pursed his lips and forced a smile, saying, "Besides, Shrek Academy normally admits students at twelve, so maybe... we shouldn't underestimate a young person's potential. If Aunt Su doesn't mind, I'll stay here from now on. When Na'er comes back to see me, seeing her happy and stronger will make me content."

"Old Cai, this..." Su Yuewan was about to speak when she was interrupted by Na'er.

Na'er stood up, her head slightly lowered, her silver hair flowing, and a repressive aura permeated the surroundings.

"What a hassle. If my brother isn't going, I won't go either. If my sister hadn't told me to come to Shrek Academy, I wouldn't have come."

As soon as she finished speaking, Na'er waved her small hand, and a silver spear appeared in her hand. The spear seemed to have evolved; the silver scales on the shaft gleamed with a cold luster, and the entire spear was taller than Na'er, with the tip taking up a full third of its length.

A purple thousand-year soul ring slowly rose from beneath Na'er's feet.

"Professor Cai, if my talent could allow my brother to enter the academy with me?"

Na'er spoke slowly, her eyes gleaming with a faint purple light. Although she was much shorter than Old Cai, in Old Cai's eyes, it was as if a silver dragon was looking down at her from above.

"Na'er, what's wrong? Don't do anything rash!"

As Huo Yuhao looked at the sharp aura emanating from Na'er, a blurry image suddenly flashed through his mind—the same long spear, the same silver hair dancing in the wind... He shook his head violently, shaking off the inexplicable emptiness, and quickly reached out to grab Na'er's hand.

Despite the icy aura emanating from her, Na'er's hand remained warm and soft in Huo Yuhao's.

"Brother..." Na'er withdrew her martial spirit, turned to look at him, her voice tinged with suppressed grievance, "Don't you want to stay with Na'er?"

Before Huo Yuhao could reply, Elder Cai finally relented: "I can agree to your request."

After all, Su Yuewan had said that Na'er and Huo Yuhao were orphans. Moreover, Na'er's martial soul was the Dragon Spear. If the Pavilion Master saw her talent and took her as his last disciple, then Na'er would at least be a demigod in the future. As for Huo Yuhao, who shared the same name as Lingbing Douluo... let's just consider him a menial laborer.

"Come with me to Shrek Academy this afternoon and head straight to the inner courtyard. I'll arrange your accommodations."

As soon as she finished speaking, Old Cai pushed open the door and walked out without looking back, showing no displeasure whatsoever. Only Huo Yuhao clearly sensed the disdain and contempt in her expression.

Huo Yuhao naturally knew that Shrek Academy was the number one academy in the world. However, from the moment Elder Cai ignored the deputy tower master of the Spirit Pagoda, he couldn't help but feel that Shrek's protectiveness was, to be precise, too domineering.

"Na'er, what's your martial soul? That aura was so domineering just now!" Su Yuewan looked at the silver dragon spear that had disappeared from Na'er's hand and couldn't help but feel curious. Na'er calls Huo Yuhao "brother," and Huo Yuhao is only six years old, so she's at most six too. Why is she so well-developed?

Na'er glanced at her, her tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air of stubbornness: "My martial soul is the Silver Dragon Spear. That aura is the might of a true dragon. And..."

Na'er's voice, which had been soft and childlike, subtly took on an eerie quality. She looked at Su Yuewan, an invisible spiritual force piercing directly into the latter's mind: "Dragons are very selfish. Besides, brother only likes me."

Ok?

Na'er suddenly felt that her spiritual power vanished without a trace the moment it entered Su Yuewan's spiritual sea. The next moment, a spiritual power of equal strength crashed into her spiritual sea.

"Um……"

Na'er's face turned pale, and she almost lost her footing before Huo Yuhao caught her in his arms.

After falling into Huo Yuhao's arms, Na'er immediately snuggled up to him, hugging his neck and saying sweetly, "Brother, can you carry me back to my room to sleep? I'm a little tired. Can you tell me a story?"

Huo Yuhao looked at Na'er in his arms with heartache. Without thinking much, he said to Su Yuewan, who looked bewildered, and Aunt Su, who was standing there blankly, "Aunt Su, Sister Yuewan, I'll take Na'er back to rest. She's probably tired."

Seeing that Aunt Su nodded, Huo Yuhao lifted Na'er onto his lap and carried her back to the room.

After the two left, no one made a sound, leaving only Su Yuewan and Aunt Su looking at each other in bewilderment.

After a long while, Aunt Su finally reacted: "Um... Yue Wan, you should get some rest too. I'm going to cook."

After saying that, she hurriedly ran into the kitchen. Actually, she had already been stunned when Elder Cai compromised. She, a level 20+ Great Soul Master, didn't understand Na'er's talent or Yue Wan's talent, but their first soul rings were both thousand years old, and they were so young—they were definitely one in a million geniuses. Yet Elder Cai would compromise for Na'er; she still couldn't believe it—she knew Elder Cai all too well…

Inside the hall, Su Yuewan was still recalling what Na'er had just said.

"What selfishness... what liking?"

Su Yuewan muttered to herself, a blush inexplicably rising on her delicate face. However, she quickly shook her head, banishing those wild thoughts. Na'er's gaze had momentarily turned a deep purple when she looked at her, but she assumed Na'er's sudden weakness was simply due to exhaustion from releasing her martial spirit.

As for the last sentence, "My brother only likes me," she didn't take it to heart. After all, Huo Yuhao was a very special person to her—sometimes brave, sometimes cowardly. And her feelings for Huo Yuhao were still stuck in that vivid dream. In the dream, Huo Yuhao resurrected her family; that feeling was too real. Maybe… it really would happen in the future?