A Battle to Decide "Family Status"

Although Wang Dong knew in his heart that what Huo Yuhao said was fair and reasonable, and there was nothing wrong with it.

But while he understands, it's impossible for him to simply nod in agreement.

From childhood to adulthood, he was always pampered and spoiled like a little princess.

Which of his elders and playmates didn't try to please him in every way possible?

This innate pride and self-centeredness are ingrained in his very being.

Wang Dong raised her delicate face slightly and snorted coldly, "Hmph! That's true, but don't forget, on this continent, the strong are ultimately respected!"

A barely perceptible look of surprise flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes as he thought that his future "wife" had such a spoiled and arrogant personality when she was young.

This is quite different from the Tang Wutong recorded in history books ten thousand years later, the gentle yet resilient woman who shared life and death with him.

Huo Yuhao smiled and asked, "Then... what do you want?"

"Let's fight!"

Without a second thought, Wang Dong immediately waved her small, white fist. "Whoever wins, the dorm will be in charge from now on! Including cleaning, and... and any other disagreements, everything will be decided by the winner!"

Huo Yuhao was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

Are we going to start fighting on our very first meeting?

This is truly... a unique way of making friends.

Huo Yuhao looked at Wang Dong, whose light blue hair was slightly upturned and who was full of fighting spirit, and a meaningful smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

It would be good to have a fight.

This is a perfect opportunity to convince the other party and gain a proactive position at the beginning of this special relationship.

This is the perfect opportunity to lay the foundation for your future... well... "family status".

Huo Yuhao then suppressed his slightly meaningful smile and nodded decisively, "Alright, let's have a match then."

"Come with me!"

Wang Dong uttered those three words, her pink and blue hair whipping through the air in a haughty arc. Without caring whether Huo Yuhao followed, she strode confidently out of the dormitory.

Huo Yuhao chuckled and quickly followed.

Outside the dormitory building, there was an open space. The cool moonlight made the ground shimmer, making it a good place for friendly competition.

Wang Dong stopped in the middle of the open space, turned around, and gently beckoned to Huo Yuhao, who was a few steps away, with his index finger.

"Bring it on!"

He was already a level 25 Soul Grandmaster at the age of eleven, and his Second Soul Ring was even at the thousand-year level. He also possessed the talent of having Twin Martial Souls.

Among his peers in the Clear Sky Sect, Wang Dong was undoubtedly the Number One Person, having never encountered an opponent, so he naturally possessed arrogance.

In his view, even if Huo Yuhao was a genius in the eyes of the world, he could never be his match.

However, the boy opposite him seemed somewhat distracted at the moment.

Huo Yuhao did hear what Wang Dong said, but his attention was focused on something else entirely.

Dragon God Douluo, Mu En.

It's so late, and this peerless expert who stands at the pinnacle of the continent is still lying on a deck chair outside the dormitory building.

"Hello!"

Wang Dong's slightly angry voice interrupted Huo Yuhao's thoughts.

He frowned, his light blue hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze, and glared at Huo Yuhao with displeasure. "If you don't make a move, I'll be the first to arrive!"

Huo Yuhao then turned his attention away from Mu En, a gentle smile appearing on his lips, but he still showed no intention of making the first move.

"Snort!"

Seeing this, Wang Dong let out another cold snort, seemingly mocking Huo Yuhao for being arrogant.

Without further ado, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, and charged towards Huo Yuhao like an arrow released from a bow!

With his Spirit Detection, Huo Yuhao had already determined the other party's cultivation level.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and invisible Divine Power instantly condensed, silently bursting forth.

Without any Soul Ring lighting up, without any fluctuations in Soul Power, and without any warning, a Mental Shock has already been launched.

Wang Dong, who was charging forward with all his might, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, and then his consciousness went completely blank.

The momentum of the forward thrust was still there, but the person in control of the body had lost consciousness.

Wang Dong's body slumped forward, his short, light blue hair flying helplessly in the air, about to make intimate contact with the solid ground.

However, just as he was about to fall...

A figure, as if waiting for a long time, instantly crossed several meters and Huo Yuhao steadily caught Wang Dong's falling body.

Under the moonlight, he looked down at the "boy" in his arms, whose eyes were closed and whose breathing was steady.

That face, stripped of all its arrogance in its slumber, now appeared exceptionally beautiful, causing him to catch his breath.

Then, Huo Yuhao carefully placed Wang Dong on the ground.

On a nearby deckchair, Mu En's seemingly cloudy old eyes took in everything.

In the darkness, a faint smile seemed to flash across that aged face.

He immediately closed his eyes, thinking to himself, "These young people nowadays really know how to have fun!"

Just moments later, Wang Dong's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly woke up.

The moment he regained consciousness, the first things he felt were the hard, slightly cool ground beneath him and the touch of the night breeze on his cheek.

Wait... how did I end up lying on the ground?!

Wang Dong sat up abruptly. Without thinking, his first reaction was to instinctively and quickly search his body.

His clothes were intact, his hair was not disheveled, and apart from feeling a little confused, he felt perfectly normal.

He suddenly looked up, his still-drowsy pinkish-blue eyes now filled with vigilance and slight anger, piercing straight at the boy standing not far away with his hands behind his back.

"What... what did you do to me?!"

His tone was like that of a cat with its fur standing on end, both wary and aggrieved.

Huo Yuhao looked at him and said with a smile, "You lost!"

He paused, then his smile deepened, "From now on, you'll be listening to me in the dorm."

We... we lost?!

A fleeting memory of what happened before the blackout flashed through Wang Dong's mind: he rushed off, and then... and then nothing happened.

He didn't even see how his opponent made their move; he lost inexplicably and felt extremely frustrated!

An embarrassed blush spread from Wang Dong's fair cheeks to his ears. He bit his lower lip, his eyes filled with a defiant and unyielding light, and suddenly stood up from the ground.

"Buzz..."

Two Soul Ring, one yellow and one purple, rose from beneath his feet, their bright light standing out prominently in the night.

"How exactly did I lose?" Wang Dong's voice rose several decibels, filled with resentment. "I hadn't even released my Martial Soul yet! That doesn't count!"

Huo Yuhao didn't say anything; he simply took a step forward.

A deep Purple Soul Ring quietly rose from beneath his feet.

The first ring in a millennium.

Wang Dong's pupils suddenly contracted.

That touch of purple reflected in his pale blue eyes, stirring up a storm of emotions that was hard to quell.

However, this is just the beginning.

Then, Huo Yuhao took three more steps forward, each step adding a new Soul Ring to his body.

Finally, he stopped three meters in front of Wang Dong and did not approach him again.

The moonlight stretched his shadow long and slender, with four Soul Ring— two purple and two black—surrounding him like stars guarding the night sky.

Four-Ring Soul Ancestor!

Wang Dong's pinkish-blue eyes, which always sparkled with pride and liveliness, were wide open at this moment.

Those wide-open eyes reflected the four rhythmic Soul Ring, and the calm-looking boy.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

All the pride and confidence in my mind, at this moment, melted away silently, like thin snow under the scorching sun.

He never expected that his roommate was actually a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor.

Seeing Wang Dong's stunned expression, Huo Yuhao spoke up.

"I am Spirit Type Soul Master."