Douluo's Peerless: Became Huo Yuhao's Golden Finger!

Four days, four levels?!

Was that even humanly possible?

The words "diligent cultivation" were completely unnecessary!

"A Mysterious Water Pill worth ten thousand gold?"

"My God!"

"Yuhao's luck is absolutely heaven-defying!"

"I'm more curious about what special ability Yuhao has that let him get three Mysterious Water Pills."

"Yuhao really is very pretty."

"Pah! Yuhao isn't that kind of person! And that senior called Sanshi should be Xu Sanshi. He's only devoted to Jiang Nannan!"

Outsiders watched the spectacle, while insiders saw the finer details.

The Mysterious Water Pill was certainly miraculous.

But using three of them to rise four levels was impossible.

—This thing built up drug resistance.

However, Zhou Yi had no intention of pressing further. Everyone had secrets, didn't they?

That was fine too.

She had originally planned to directly reveal that Huo Yuhao was a Special Student.

That way, the other students would have no excuse to make trouble for him.

Unexpectedly, Huo Yuhao himself had been impressive enough to reach the passing line.

"You're very good."

Zhou Yi rarely showed a smile—

"You can lead your classmates, you're diligent enough yourself, and your luck is not bad either."

"Until the Freshman Assessment three months from now, you will temporarily serve as the Class Monitor of Class One."

"Does anyone object?"

The room fell silent for a moment before erupting into an uproar.

"I'm convinced if Yuhao is the Class Monitor!"

"Wow! Having Yuhao as our Class Monitor will definitely be wonderful!"

"A Class Monitor who takes such good care of people—this is practically a dream class!"

Zhou Yi had been paying close attention to outstanding Two-ring Great Soul Masters like Wang Dong. Aside from Wang Dong, who seemed somewhat restless, the others were also among those supporting him.

Wang Dong hesitated for several seconds, but ultimately did not stand up.

Zhou Yi remembered that the two of them were roommates, right?

It seemed their relationship was quite good.

She pressed down with her hand, signaling everyone to quiet down.

"Then it's settled. Sit down."

Huo Yuhao responded and sat down. A line of text drifted before his eyes.

Rewrite Huo Yuhao's Destiny, +233 Luck Value!

—This was Zhuge Lan's customized version. The doubled figure was the real number.

"Huh?" Huo Yuhao asked in surprise. "Brother Lan, what's this?"

"I made a notification to help you know when you gain Luck Value, so you can figure out how to earn more of it," Zhuge Lan said.

Huo Yuhao nodded in understanding.

Zhou Yi began teaching, and he hurriedly focused on listening.

She mainly discussed the impact of Soul Tools on the Soul Master system, emphasizing the power of Soul Masters themselves.

There was no small amount of dislike for Soul Tools in her words.

"Bullshit," Zhuge Lan retorted. "Don't listen to her. Soul Tools are the future mainstream. Of course, Little Yuhao, since you have us, you can cultivate both your Martial Soul and Soul Tools."

"Cultivate both? Okay!" Huo Yuhao agreed.

He did not doubt it in the slightest.

If Brother Lan said he could cultivate both, then there was absolutely no problem.

The lesson ended soon afterward.

Zhou Yi summarized—

"For the next three months, your main training will be physical fitness."

"Eat well. You'll be doing plenty of running this afternoon. Class dismissed."

"Huo Yuhao, come to my office."

Hearing that, Huo Yuhao waited at his seat.

Bang!

The poor classroom door was violently pushed open once again as Ma Xiaotao strode in on her long legs.

Ignoring Zhou Yi's dark expression, she locked onto Huo Yuhao at a glance.

"Little Yuhao, your sister needs you for something. Come on."

Huo Yuhao looked at Zhou Yi. What was this?

Zhou Yi frowned deeply and looked displeased at Ma Xiaotao.

Even if you were an inner courtyard disciple, wasn't this far too presumptuous?

Ma Xiaotao was utterly fearless and said loudly—

"I heard you say class was dismissed from outside."

"Besides, I came to find Little Yuhao because my teacher instructed me to deliver something."

"If you delay my teacher's business, you can't afford the consequences."

Ma Xiaotao's teacher, Yan Shaozhe, was a level-95 Super Douluo, the dean of the Martial Soul Branch, Mu En's eldest disciple, and the future candidate Sea God Pavilion Master.

Zhou Yi truly could not afford to offend him.

Forget it.

She had originally planned to take Huo Yuhao to visit the Soul Tool Branch.

Now, it seemed better to wait another three months until the classes were divided.

"Class is already dismissed. Why are you looking at me?" Zhou Yi snorted coldly. "Everyone, leave."

She turned and quickly left through the passage behind the podium.

"Oh? That old hag came in through the front door just now, putting on such a show."

Zhuge Lan said helplessly—

"Little Yuhao, why are you so nervous? I can fill your head with the knowledge she teaches just by spending a little Luck Value."

"Not to mention, some of it is biased."

"Still, once you awaken spiritual telekinesis, you'll be able to learn this little bit of stuff with a scan."

"Go find Ma Xiaotao. With her temperament, she wouldn't make such a big fuss unless she had something good."

Huo Yuhao watched Zhou Yi leave, then stood and walked toward Ma Xiaotao.

"Sister Xiao Tao, I happen to have something to ask you too."

"Enough, let's go!"

Ma Xiaotao grabbed Huo Yuhao by the shoulder. Phoenix Wings spread behind her as she soared out of the classroom door and landed atop the Teaching Building.

Still shaken, Huo Yuhao held onto the railing, immersed in the memory of that high-speed flight.

It was his first time flying in eleven years, and it was a little too much for him.

"Haha!" Ma Xiaotao laughed. "That scared you? Here, this flying Soul Tool is for you. Practice with it when you have time."

The ring on Ma Xiaotao's hand flashed, and she took out a thirty-centimeter-wide disk before slapping it onto Huo Yuhao's chest.

"Click, click, click—"

The disk expanded and fitted over his shoulders, forming a half-body suit of armor. Mechanical wings sprang from his back, and the downward jets lifted him slightly off the ground.

He was just about to shoot into the sky.

Huo Yuhao instinctively activated Spiritual Detection and discovered that the flying Soul Tool was powered by Soul Power.

He immediately reined in his Soul Power while stabilizing his body.

Slowly, he descended back to the ground.

"Oh, you got the hang of it quickly." Ma Xiaotao praised him. "As expected of a cultist from the Sacred Fire Cult who can stand on equal footing with me, Ma Xiaotao. Consider this your reward."

Ma Xiaotao took out a completely jade-green skull marked with deep-blue patterns like a starry sky.

This was—

Ma Xiaotao's Thank-You Gift! A Traitor Has Appeared!

Ma Xiaotao held the item in one hand and rested the other on her hip, waiting for something.

Yet Huo Yuhao did not react for a long while.

Was he stunned?

She looked at Huo Yuhao and met a pair of adorably dazed eyes.

"Sister Xiao Tao, what is this?"

Ma Xiaotao: "..."

She had really been showing off to a blind man!

"You don't even recognize a Soul Bone?"

Ma Xiaotao said speechlessly—

"This is a head Soul Bone produced by a fifty-thousand-year Jade Spirit Illusory Eye. It's of the spiritual attribute, and I got it from my teacher—"

Cough!

"Anyway, this is payment for teaching me the Yi Jin Jing. Don't say I, Ma Xiaotao, took advantage of you!"

Huo Yuhao's little face slowly relaxed. He opened his mouth, widened his eyes, and raised a finger toward Ma Xiaotao, but could not say a word for a long time.

He was too excited and got tongue-tied.

Ma Xiaotao nodded in satisfaction.

That was more like it!

This was the reaction he should have had.

She shoved the head Soul Bone into Huo Yuhao's hands.

"I took out this head Soul Bone to give it to you. If you don't accept it, you're looking down on Ma Xiaotao!"

"Didn't you say you had something to ask me too? What is it?"

Holding the Jade Spirit Illusory Eye Skull, Huo Yuhao found every word of refusal blocked in his throat.

"Brother Lan! Brother Sky Dream! What do I do?!"

"Why wouldn't you take a head Soul Bone delivered right to your door?" Sky Dream Ice Silkworm said in exasperation. "A fifty-thousand-year Soul Bone is good enough!"

"Indeed," Zhuge Lan agreed.