Leng Yaozhu: Yuhao, You Need to Be a Little More Fickle

The Silver Dragon King, as one half of the Dragon God after its division, had inherited the Dragon God's authority over the elements. There was no question about the strength of her soul origin.

Yet now, for the sake of her so-called grand plan, the Silver Dragon King had used her astonishing wisdom to seal away most of her divine power and assume a human form to infiltrate human society.

And Na'er was another incarnation split off from the Silver Dragon King, inheriting the Silver Dragon Spear.

Although her Mental Power still far surpassed that of others at her level, it was still nothing before Huo Yuhao!

Thus, faced with Huo Yuhao's Soul Lash, Na'er was directly controlled for an instant.

And in a Soul Master's battle, that instant was already enough to determine victory or defeat!

With a thought from Yun Ming, the pale golden Soul Power barrier enveloping the arena vanished soundlessly like a punctured bubble.

He first looked at the calm-faced Huo Yuhao, then at Na'er, who was pouting in obvious reluctance.

He announced loudly, "The sparring match is over. Huo Yuhao wins."

After announcing the result, Yun Ming did not immediately comfort his disciple. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Huo Yuhao.

"Yuhao." Yun Ming asked gently, "Your Martial Soul... is of the Spirit Type?"

Although Yun Ming's Martial Soul was the Power Attack System Sky-Piercing Divine Spear, his Mental Power had long entered the mysterious Divine Origin Realm—a height that many Spirit Type Soul Masters could scarcely reach even after spending their entire lives striving for it.

Therefore, Huo Yuhao's final intangible, formless "Mental Lash" naturally could not escape Yun Ming's perception.

Facing Yun Ming's question, Huo Yuhao showed no trace of panic and nodded frankly. "Yes, Crown Prince Qingtian. This junior's Martial Soul is indeed of the Spirit Type."

Yun Ming nodded slightly, his gaze steady as he looked at Huo Yuhao and continued, "Would it be convenient for you to tell me what your specific Martial Soul is?"

This time, Huo Yuhao did not answer right away.

He turned his head slightly and shifted his gaze to Leng Yaozhu, who stood at Yun Ming's side.

A faint smile bloomed on Leng Yaozhu's red lips. She turned to Yun Ming and directly provided the answer.

"Yuhao's Martial Soul is a Spirit Type Body Martial Soul—the Spirit Eyes!"

Yun Ming and Ya Li's bodies both trembled slightly at almost the same moment. Without prior agreement, they sharply focused their gazes on Huo Yuhao once more.

They truly had not expected that this young man not only shared a name with the Spirit Ice Douluo from Ten Thousand Years Ago, but even possessed the same Martial Soul.

Then, the two of them shifted their gazes back to Leng Yaozhu. Now, they were nearly certain that Leng Yaozhu's motives for accepting this disciple were far from pure.

A young man with the same full name as the First Generation Tower Master, whose Martial Soul was even identical, had been accepted as the Personal Disciple of the Spirit Pagoda's current Vice Tower Master and nurtured with all her effort.

What that implied needed no further explanation!

Ya Li's gentle emerald Eyes now held a little more curiosity as they fell upon Huo Yuhao.

At the same time, with a woman's keen sensitivity, the more she looked, the more she felt that the contours of the young man's brow and face bore a startling resemblance to an ancient portrait in her memory.

Something stirred in her heart. She lightly touched Yun Ming's arm without drawing notice and transmitted her voice directly, "Ming-ge, it's not just his name and Martial Soul. His appearance also seems very similar to Spirit Ice Douluo's!"

Yun Ming's heart jolted once more upon hearing that.

Prompted by Ya Li, he immediately focused his attention and carefully examined Huo Yuhao's face again.

At that sight, a flash of surprise suddenly passed through the depths of his pupils!

Sure enough!

Setting aside the immaturity brought by his age, the structure of his bones and the spirit in his brows and Eyes were astonishingly similar to the portrait of the twelve-year-old Spirit Ice Douluo Huo Yuhao secretly preserved in Shrek Academy's core Archives!

His name, Martial Soul, appearance...

The combination of all three made it impossible for Yun Ming not to think further.

Yun Ming could no longer remain completely calm. Looking toward Leng Yaozhu, he could not help but ask, "This child... could he truly have some connection to the Spirit Ice Douluo from Ten Thousand Years Ago?"

Facing Yun Ming's question, a mysterious smile blossomed on Leng Yaozhu's face.

She looked gently at Huo Yuhao and said, "Yuhao is an orphan. He was only three years old when I brought him back to the Spirit Pagoda."

She paused, and her tone became meaningful. "I never expected him to awaken the Spirit Eyes Martial Soul either. Perhaps he truly is a blood descendant the Spirit Ice Douluo left behind on the continent!"

One of Leng Yaozhu's core purposes in bringing Huo Yuhao to Sea God Island to meet Yun Ming was to leave an unforgettable impression of Huo Yuhao, this "special existence," in the heart of the Qingtian Douluo.

Now that her goal had been achieved, there was no need to linger.

Thus, after Huo Yuhao and Na'er's sparring match, the two sides merely exchanged a few pleasantries before Leng Yaozhu took Huo Yuhao away from Sea God Island at the appropriate time.

For Huo Yuhao, this trip to Sea God Island was merely a small interlude.

Still, being able to meet such continent-renowned figures as the Qingtian Douluo and Holy Spirit Douluo in person meant the trip had not been in vain.

As for the Girl called Na'er, she had not drawn too much of his attention.

As night deepened, after finishing a day's cultivation, Huo Yuhao ate a highly nourishing Body Sect meal at his teacher Han Tianyi's place and prepared to return to his room to sleep.

However, as he passed Leng Yaozhu's door, he saw that it was left slightly ajar.

Immediately afterward, a crisp sound of shattering came from inside the room.

Though he did not believe Leng Yaozhu could be in any danger, Huo Yuhao still instinctively pushed the door open and entered.

After passing through the entryway, the sight in the living room made his gaze narrow slightly.

Dark red wine spread across the floor with a faint fragmented sheen, glass shards scattered throughout it.

Not far away, Leng Yaozhu, usually so cool and dignified, was leaning against the coffee table. Her red hair was disheveled, and the bottle in her hand was already more than half empty.

She tipped back her head and took a drink, several strands of hair clinging to her slightly flushed cheeks.

Her hazy gaze swept past the doorway and paused slightly when it landed on Huo Yuhao.

"Yuhao..."

She gently shook the bottle and beckoned to Huo Yuhao. "Come here."

Huo Yuhao hurried over. Amid the strong scent of alcohol lingered a familiar cool fragrance.

He bent down and looked into Leng Yaozhu's misty eyes. "Aunt Leng, you're drunk."

Leng Yaozhu gave a soft snort. The corners of her eyes were tinged with a faint red blurred by drink, like a Rouge Plum suddenly blooming amid the snow.

"I'm a Demigod... How could I get drunk?"

Yet her soft, drifting tone completely gave her away.

Huo Yuhao sighed inwardly. Aunt Leng was right—if she did not wish to get drunk, then no amount of alcohol could intoxicate her with her cultivation.

And now, she was clearly willing to immerse herself in this drunken haze.

He bent down, carefully sliding his arms beneath her back and the crook of her knees.

As he lifted her, her red hair spilled across his arms. The cool, secluded fragrance in her hair mingled with the strong scent of alcohol, forming a strange aroma.

Having just settled Leng Yaozhu onto the sofa, Huo Yuhao reached for the bottle, but she twisted her wrist and evaded him, moving far too quickly for someone drunk.

"Aunt Leng." Huo Yuhao's voice softened further. "Give me the bottle, okay?"

"Alcohol... is good stuff."

Leng Yaozhu suddenly laughed, tilted back her neck, and took another drink. A faint swallowing sound came from her throat. "Drink it, and all those old memories become blurry... How wonderful."

A drop of dark red wine slid from the corner of her lips, trailing down her fair neck and disappearing into the shadow of her collar.

She turned her face to the side, her misty gaze seeming to look past Huo Yuhao toward somewhere far away.

"Yuhao, tell me... In what way am I inferior to Ya Li?"

Out of curiosity, Huo Yuhao had already learned about the gossip between Yun Ming and Leng Yaozhu from Han Tianyi.

So when Leng Yaozhu asked this, he understood what it was about. It was nothing more than a love story from decades ago.

With Yun Ming's talent and looks, he had naturally attracted the admiration of countless female Soul Masters back then, and Leng Yaozhu had been one of them.

Whether in terms of background or talent, Leng Yaozhu had been worthy of Yun Ming, and the two of them had indeed shared an ambiguous relationship for a time.

But in the end, Yun Ming had chosen to be with Holy Spirit Douluo Yali, and Leng Yaozhu had remained single ever since.

Tower Master Qiangu Dongfeng of the Spirit Pagoda had pursued Leng Yaozhu for so many years, but she had never been moved because she still could not forget Yun Ming.

"Forget it..." Before Huo Yuhao could speak, Leng Yaozhu laughed instead and pinched his cheek. "Why am I asking you... You still don't understand."

Something flickered through that smile, too quickly to grasp.

She suddenly composed herself, and her gaze toward Huo Yuhao seemed to gain a touch more solemnity.

"But remember this, Yuhao. With your talent and temperament, many extraordinarily gifted women will fall for you in the future."

Huo Yuhao was stunned. The turn had come too suddenly. How had the topic suddenly shifted to him?

"When that time comes..."

Leng Yaozhu gradually slowed her speech, every word seeming to have been steeped in wine, carrying a bitter aftertaste. "Perhaps... you should allow yourself to be a little 'greedy.'"

"When it comes to feelings, being too clear-headed can sometimes hurt both others and yourself."

"You can be a little more fickle, otherwise I'm afraid many people will be heartbroken over you and waste... their whole lives!"

Before her words had even faded, the bottle slipped from Leng Yaozhu's loosened fingers.

Huo Yuhao swiftly caught it. When he looked up, she had already closed her eyes and fallen asleep, her breathing gradually evening out.

Huo Yuhao stood quietly for a moment before carefully bending down to clean up the mess. At last, he fetched a blanket and tucked it over Aunt Leng.

Huo Yuhao gently closed the door behind him, and the corridor lights stretched his shadow long.

He shook his head. Those words were indeed still too distant and too heavy for him now.

The moonlight outside the window was just right. He took a deep breath and headed toward his room.

The road ahead was still long. For now, the only thing he should do was firmly grasp the strength in his hands.

And inside the room, the person beneath the blanket unconsciously curled up.

A clear tear silently seeped into her hair, soon leaving no trace behind.