The Tang Sect is Nothing but Trash Discarded by the Times

Huo Yuhao reined in his aura and turned to look.

Two figures, a man and a woman, were rapidly approaching. The man was elegant and handsome, while the woman was dainty and cute; they were none other than Bei Bei and Tang Ya.

"Little brother, are you alright? There seemed to be a very strong fluctuation of soul power here just a moment ago," Bei Bei asked gently, his gaze scanning the surroundings with vigilance.

Huo Yuhao patted the dust off his body, his expression calm: "I'm fine. It seems two powerful soul beasts passed by earlier, but they've already left."

Tang Ya blinked her large eyes, curiously sizing up Huo Yuhao: "Little brother, you entered such a dangerous place as the Star Dou Great Forest all by yourself. Where is your family?"

Huo Yuhao lowered his eyelids and said indifferently: "I'm an orphan. My family is all dead."

"Ah? That's great!" Tang Ya blurted out, a hint of excitement even appearing on her face.

Huo Yuhao: "..."

Although he had long known the plot, hearing these words in person still made Huo Yuhao roll his eyes.

What the hell!

This Tang Ya, to put it nicely, was naive and innocent; to put it bluntly, she was brainless.

She kept harping on about reviving the Tang Sect, yet all she did all day was act cute and fall in love. She had no plan for the sect's revival and was completely immersed in daydreaming about the glory of her ancestors.

"Xiao Ya!"

Bei Bei helplessly tugged at Tang Ya's sleeve and said apologetically to Huo Yuhao: "Sorry, little brother. That's not what Xiao Ya meant; she just..."

"It's fine!" Huo Yuhao interrupted him and turned to leave, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going."

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't go!" Tang Ya hurriedly blocked his path, rubbing her hands together with anticipation, "Little brother, since you're an orphan, are you interested in joining our sect? Our sect is the former number one sect on the continent—the Tang Sect!"

Huo Yuhao stopped in his tracks and looked at her with the gaze one might reserve for a fool: "The Tang Sect? The one that even had its headquarters snatched away, and now only has a handful of members left?"

Tang Ya's smile froze on her face, as if she had been choked: "You... how do you know?"

"Is that hard to know?" Huo Yuhao sneered, "Who on the continent doesn't know that the Tang Sect has declined? Joining you—is that charity work?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Tang Ya grew anxious, her pretty face flushing red, "Our Tang Sect has ten thousand years of heritage! Our ancestor is the Sea God Tang San! As long as we work hard, we will definitely be able to restore the glory of the Tang Sect!"

Bei Bei, standing to the side, also frowned. Although he felt Huo Yuhao's words were harsh, he still patiently tried to persuade him: "Little brother, I see your martial soul is eyes, a spiritual attribute. Our Tang Sect has a supreme technique called Purple Demon Eye, which is very suitable for your cultivation. Furthermore, the Tang Sect's hidden weapons are peerless..."

"Stop."

Huo Yuhao raised a hand to halt Bei Bei's sales pitch, his gaze turning sharp.

Although in the original work the two had been his benefactors, that was built on the foundation of Huo Yuhao working himself to the bone for them.

In this life, he didn't want to owe anyone any favors, nor did he want to get entangled in the karma of the Tang Sect.

"Since you mentioned Tang San, then I have to ask." Huo Yuhao's tone turned cold, yet his logic remained clear, "Tang San became a god ten thousand years ago, high and mighty. Has he ever cared about your Tang Sect? If he had, why would the Tang Sect have fallen to this state?"

"And these so-called hidden weapons." Huo Yuhao pointed at the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at Bei Bei's waist, "In this era where soul tools are developing rapidly, you are still clutching those iron lumps from ten thousand years ago like treasures. Short range, low power, cumbersome operation—what use are they besides sneak attacks? Admit it, hidden weapons have already been eliminated by the times."

"You--!" Tang Ya was trembling with rage. The Tang Sect was her faith, and Tang San was her god; Huo Yuhao's words were practically digging up her ancestral grave.

"Little brother, you've gone too far." Bei Bei's expression also darkened, and faint lightning flickered on his body, "You don't have to join, but you cannot insult the Tang Sect. It seems I need to teach you, on behalf of your elders, what manners are."

As he spoke, Bei Bei stepped forward, his dragon claw extending, intending to seize Huo Yuhao.

"Teach me? Are you even worthy?"

Huo Yuhao suddenly looked up, his originally black pupils instantly transforming into ancient, golden eyes. A terrifying pressure from the depths of his soul erupted!

"Scram!"

As the word "scram" left Huo Yuhao's lips, Bei Bei and Tang Ya felt as if a thunderclap had sounded in their minds. Immediately following, a sense of fear originating from the depths of their souls instantly gripped their hearts.

Their bodies went rigid, their eyes became dull, and even their soul power stopped flowing.

Taking advantage of their paralysis, Huo Yuhao snorted coldly and vanished in a flash.

A full three seconds later, Bei Bei finally snapped out of it, covered in cold sweat, his eyes filled with horror: "What terrifying spiritual power... I just saw it, his soul ring was actually purple!"

God Realm, Sea God Hall.

Tang San, who had been watching the lower realm, saw his expression turn instantly gloomy.

"Arrogant brat, how dare you disparage the Tang Sect and the supreme techniques I left behind!"

Tang San's hand gripping his trident turned white. He hadn't expected that the child of destiny, born from the ten thousand years of the Douluo Continent's gestation, would be a rebel.

"Huo Yuhao, do you think you can escape the palm of my hand? As long as you are still on the Douluo Continent, you are destined to be my pawn!"

[Ding! Detected that Sea God Tang San has generated feelings of anger (This brat actually looks down on my inheritance!) Anger value +500.]

Huo Yuhao, who was on his way, felt great upon hearing the system notification.

"500 anger points. It seems the father-in-law's cultivation of his temperament isn't quite up to par."

Originally, he had planned to go to the Body Sect or the Sun Moon Empire, as those places were more suitable for his development.

But on second thought, if he left Shrek, how would he farm Tang San's anger points? How would he "take care" of his good daughter, Wang Dong?

The most dangerous place is the safest place, and besides, only by causing trouble right under Tang San's nose could it be called exciting!

"System, I need a [Shrek Academy Enrollment Recommendation Letter]."

[Ding! 100 Rage Points consumed, exchange successful. This recommendation letter is issued by the Shrek City Lord's Mansion with a clean origin, please feel free to use it, Host.]

Two days later, Shrek Academy.

Relying on the recommendation letter produced by the system, Huo Yuhao successfully passed the registration without needing to use the Tang Sect's connections as he did in the original story.

Freshman Dormitory Building, Room 108.

Huo Yuhao tidied up the room, chose a bed by the window, sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate.

It was not until evening that the afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the windowsill.

"Creak—"

The dormitory door was pushed open. Huo Yuhao opened his eyes to see a youth with a slender figure and excessively fair skin walking in.

The youth had short, powder-blue hair, large and lively eyes, and long eyelashes that looked like two small fans.

He was wearing a white school uniform and walked in with an arrogant expression.

Their eyes met.

The corners of Huo Yuhao's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a "nuclear-friendly" smile.

"Hello there, roommate."

Looking at this guy whose smile was somewhat creepy, Wang Dong felt a sudden chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.