Power of Haodong and the Wrath of the God King

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

When the soul power surged around Huo Yuhao, marking the exact moment he broke through to level thirty-three, his roommate Wang Dong could no longer sit still.

"Huo Yuhao! You better come clean with me!"

Wang Dong grabbed Huo Yuhao by the collar, her powder-blue eyes filled with disbelief and a hint of grievance. "We both have Twin Martial Souls, and we both have Innate Full Soul Power, so why is your cultivation skyrocketing? I've spent even my sleeping time on cultivation these past three months, so how are you still leaving me so far behind? And another thing, why has Senior Ma Xiaotao been looking for you every single day lately?"

Looking at the pouting, tsundere roommate before him, the corners of Huo Yuhao's mouth curled into a playful smirk.

Naturally, he couldn't tell her that he was "working overtime" for dual cultivation with Ma Xiaotao every night; that was a secret belonging to adults.

"Want to know?" Huo Yuhao gently brushed Wang Dong's hand away and feigned mystery. "Actually, it's because when I help Senior Xiaotao suppress her Evil Fire, my Ultimate Ice and her Evil Fire Phoenix resonate, creating a feedback loop of soul power. Get it?"

"Resonance? Feedback?" Wang Dong paused, her eyes lighting up, her competitive spirit instantly ignited. "If she can do it, then so can I! We both have Twin Martial Souls, and they're both top-tier, so let's try it!"

"Are you sure?" Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow.

"Cut the crap, let's go!" Wang Dong sat cross-legged and, without another word, pressed her palms against Huo Yuhao's.

Huo Yuhao chuckled inwardly and took the opportunity to circulate his soul power.

In an instant, the moment their soul power made contact, it was as if they had found long-lost kin, blending together without the slightest resistance.

Golden light intertwined with icy blue halos, and an indescribable sense of pleasure washed over their entire bodies.

The Power of Haodong had arrived, albeit fashionably late!

Not only that, but light and shadow flickered behind them; a giant vertical eye and the phantom of a gorgeous butterfly converged in the air, faintly emitting a heart-stopping aura.

A Martial Soul Fusion Skill!

Wang Dong snapped her eyes open, her pretty face filled with shock and ecstasy. "It... it actually works! And the cultivation speed is several times faster than when I'm alone! My god, why didn't we discover this sooner?"

She looked at Huo Yuhao, a hint of annoyance in her eyes, as if she had missed out on a fortune.

However, as their cultivation deepened, Wang Dong gradually sensed something was off.

Within this fused soul power, Huo Yuhao's domineering spiritual power and Ultimate Ice occupied the absolute dominant position, while her own soul power was like a docile young wife, obediently clinging to and complementing his.

This master-servant dynamic made the naturally proud Wang Dong instinctively want to resist, yet she found herself gradually sinking into the comfort of that soul-merging sensation, developing an inexplicable sense of dependency.

"From now on, take me with you when you cultivate," Wang Dong bit her lip, saying somewhat awkwardly.

"I'll see how I feel," Huo Yuhao replied nonchalantly, stifling a laugh.

In the days that followed, Huo Yuhao's time management became increasingly tight.

By day, he was Wang Dong's "cultivation accessory," the two of them rapidly improving in their dorm through the Power of Haodong; by night, he was the "fire extinguisher" for his beloved Ma Xiaotao, enjoying the pleasure of ice and fire by the Sea God Lake.

This life of "spreading the love" made Huo Yuhao feel incredibly nourished, but it made the sense of crisis in Wang Dong's heart grow day by day.

Whenever night fell and she watched Huo Yuhao being led away by that busty, increasingly radiant senior in red, gone for the entire night, Wang Dong felt as if a vinegar jar had been overturned in her heart—the sourness was unbearable.

"We're clearly the pair with the Martial Soul Fusion Skill..." Wang Dong hugged her pillow, looking at the empty bed beside her, feeling hollow inside.

"Are they... really just suppressing the Evil Fire?"

The frequency of these Evil Fire outbursts was just too high.

This feeling of insecurity caused the original pride Wang Dong felt when facing Huo Yuhao to be worn away bit by bit.

Huo Yuhao keenly captured this change.

And so, his daily "bullying" intensified.

"Wang Dong, go get me some food."

"Wang Dong, help me wash these socks."

"Wang Dong, focus when we're cultivating, stop staring at me."

Faced with Huo Yuhao's bossiness, the old Wang Dong would have exploded, but now, although she muttered "jerk" under her breath, her body honestly did as she was told.

Because she was afraid—afraid that if she didn't listen, Huo Yuhao would lean completely toward Ma Xiaotao.

This psychological conditioning was remarkably effective.

Meanwhile, the long-absent notification sound in Huo Yuhao's mind began to trigger frequently.

[Ding! Detected Tang San's anger +500!]

[Ding! Detected Tang San's anger +800!]

[Ding! Detected Tang San's extreme anger, anger +2000!]

Huo Yuhao sneered in his heart.

He knew exactly what this so-called "one hundred percent martial soul compatibility" was all about.

One was a body martial soul, the Golden Eyes, combined with Ultimate Ice; the other was a Radiant Goddess Butterfly combined with a Clear Sky Hammer. With attributes that had nothing to do with each other, how could they possibly be perfectly compatible?

This was clearly the handiwork of that God King Tang in the God Realm!

Tang San had sensed that Huo Yuhao, this "Child of Destiny," was slowly slipping out of his control, so he wanted to use this martial soul compatibility like a dog leash to tether Huo Yuhao to Wang Dong's side, making him Wang Dong's guardian—a dog for the Tang family.

Unfortunately, Tang San had miscalculated.

Huo Yuhao used his anger points to alter the rules, establishing a master-servant hierarchy within that martial soul compatibility. Not only did he avoid becoming a sycophant, but he also used this "leash" to turn the tables and tether the God King's precious daughter to himself instead.

Watching the daughter of a God King, who once stood high above all others, develop a dependency on him and even fret over competing for his affection—this pleasure, akin to a "face-to-face NTR," made Tang San, far away in the God Realm, stomp his feet in rage, yet he was utterly helpless to stop it.

After all, this was the compatibility he had set himself; he had to watch it play out, even if it meant doing so through tears.

"Where exactly did it go wrong?!" Tang San was baffled.

Time flew by, and life as a first-year student came to an end amidst the fulfilling and busy rhythm of Huo Yuhao's days.

Benefiting from the "double happiness" blessing of two great beauties, Huo Yuhao's soul power reached an astonishing level thirty-nine by the end of his first year! He was only a single step away from the level forty Soul Ancestor realm.

In the history of the Shrek Outer Court, this was a mythical speed, shattering the record previously held by Ma Xiaotao.

Wang Dong was slightly inferior, but she had also successfully reached the level thirty bottleneck, waiting only for the vacation to obtain her third soul ring.

As for Ma Xiaotao, her transformation was nothing short of a rebirth.

Having shaken off the torment of the Evil Fire, she unleashed her accumulated potential, her soul power soaring all the way to level sixty-nine, just a hair's breadth away from becoming a Soul Saint.

Now, she was radiant and breathtakingly beautiful, and the way she looked at Huo Yuhao had become increasingly tender, like water.

Love growing over time was not just a saying.

Beyond his cultivation as a soul master, Huo Yuhao also dropped a bombshell over at the Soul Guidance Department.

In the Soul Guidance Department testing area.

Fan Yu looked at the level five Soul Tool in his hands, its structure precise and its core array flawless, his hands trembling.

"A... a level five soul master?!"

Fan Yu snapped his head up, staring at the calm youth before him as if he were a monster. "Yuhao, tell me honestly, are you a god of soul tools wearing human skin?"

Less than a year, from zero foundation to a level five soul master.

This could no longer be described as genius; this was monstrous! It was an existence that defied all common knowledge!

"Teacher Fan Yu, basic operations, don't be surprised." Huo Yuhao shrugged, pinning the badge representing a level five soul master to his chest. "I said it before: in the future of the soul tool field, the Sun Moon Empire doesn't get the final say—I do."

Fan Yu took a deep breath. He knew that, setting aside his talent for martial soul cultivation, this level of aptitude for soul tools alone was enough to change the landscape of the entire continent in a few years' time.