On the way back to the dormitory, Huo Yuhao picked his teeth while inspecting the rewards the system had just issued.
[Divine Sense Forging Technique: An ancient secret art of the divine soul.] [Effect: Forges intangible, formless spiritual power into intangible yet substantial "Psychic Power."] [At mastery, a single thought can turn all things into weapons. It can control objects from afar and kill without a trace; it can also forcibly control another person's limbs like a puppet on strings.]
Huo Yuhao's eyes flashed.
Wasn't this just a Spirit Telepath?
Ordinary spirit-type Soul Masters could only control enemies and serve as support in the early stages. Their bodies were as fragile as paper.
But with this Psychic Power, he'd be able to control all things—even wield a Soul Tool like a flying sword!
"This is practically a divine skill made just for me!"
In high spirits, Huo Yuhao hummed a little tune as he pushed open the door to Dormitory 108.
Whoosh—!
The door had barely cracked open when a gust of wind rushed straight at him.
Wang Dong had been lying in wait for ages. Her long, slender legs swept toward Huo Yuhao's face with a sharp whistle.
"Go to hell, you bastard!"
Huo Yuhao sneered inwardly.
With his current spiritual power, Wang Dong's movements looked like a slow-motion replay. If he wanted, one Spiritual Shock would put this flapping moth flat on her back again.
But... he wouldn't.
What if he scared the proud young lady into dropping out and running away? Wouldn't that cut off his source of Anger Points?
Even pigs had to be fed slowly. Farming points required sustainable development, too.
His thoughts raced, and Huo Yuhao immediately put on a panicked expression.
"Holy crap! A sneak attack?!"
He tumbled backward in a sorry heap, barely dodging the kick, though the wind still tore a corner of his clothes.
"Haha! Scared now?" Seeing her first strike land, Wang Dong grew more confident. "So your sorcery isn't invincible after all! Take this!"
Huo Yuhao swallowed the three words that had nearly escaped his lips: "Can I touch?" The two of them traded blows in the cramped dormitory.
Huo Yuhao took his acting to the extreme, making it look as if he were in danger every time. He even deliberately took two punches from Wang Dong, making her think she was on the verge of winning.
Just as Wang Dong thought victory was hers and exposed an opening for her final strike—
Huo Yuhao's gaze sharpened. "Got you!"
He ducked under Wang Dong's high kick, slipped inside her guard, and clamped both hands around her waist like iron pincers. Using her momentum against her, he threw her over his shoulder!
Thud!
Wang Dong was slammed onto the bed again. Before she could react, Huo Yuhao had already climbed on top of her and pinned her hands once more.
"You... let go of me! I was clearly about to win!" Wang Dong's face flushed red with anger as she struggled with all her might.
"About to win? That means you 'almost' won, got it?"
With a wicked grin, Huo Yuhao raised his hand again.
"Since you lost, you have to accept your punishment. Seems like this afternoon's lesson didn't sink in."
Smack!
"Ah! You dare?!"
Smack! Smack!
The sharp smacks rang through the dormitory again, accompanied by Wang Dong's curses, then pleas, and finally tearful sobs.
"Boohoo... stop hitting me... I was wrong... I really was wrong..."
Wang Dong buried her face in the pillow, mortified.
This was too much! She'd been so close! Why had it ended the same way again?
When Huo Yuhao decided she'd had enough, he finally let go and pointed to the foot basin in the corner.
"If you know you were wrong, go fetch some water."
Huo Yuhao sat down at the edge of the bed with an air of authority and took off his shoes and socks. "I'm soaking my feet. Make sure the water's just right—not too hot and not too cold."
Wang Dong climbed off the bed, tears still in the corners of her eyes. She glared viciously at Huo Yuhao.
She was the little princess of the Clear Sky Sect. When had she ever waited on anyone? But the burning pain in her backside reminded her that the boy in front of her was an unreasonable demon.
"Just you wait... A gentleman can wait ten years to get revenge!"
Wang Dong swore through gritted teeth. "Once I'm strong enough, I'll crush you beneath my foot and make you wash my feet for the rest of your life!"
Swallowing her humiliation, she picked up the basin and went out.
[ Ding! Detected Sea God Tang San's extreme humiliation (watching his daughter fetch someone else's footbath): Anger Points +3000!] [ Ding! Detected Sea God Tang San's fury at his daughter being "disciplined" by the host again: Anger Points +2000!]
Listening to the system's notifications, Huo Yuhao comfortably dipped his feet into the hot water Wang Dong had brought and let out a contented sigh.
"Mmm. Just the right temperature. Keep it up."
Wang Dong stood to the side, clenching her fists until they cracked, but she didn't dare voice her anger.
The night grew quiet.
Wang Dong had long since wrapped herself up like a silkworm and gone to sleep facing the wall, apparently unwilling even to look at Huo Yuhao.
Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged on his bed and began cultivating the Divine Sense Forging Technique.
As the technique circulated, the spiritual power in his Sea of Consciousness began to change.
His spiritual power, once scattered like mist, gradually compressed and condensed until it became thread after thread of transparent yet resilient strands.
This was Psychic Power—intangible yet substantial!
The night passed without incident.
The next morning, the first ray of sunlight slipped through a gap in the curtains and into the dormitory.
Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes, their depths brimming with violet light.
After a night of cultivation, he could already control a few small, lightweight objects.
He glanced at Wang Dong, who was sleeping soundly in the bed across from him.
Her sleeping posture was terribly undignified: one leg stuck out from under the blanket, and a glistening string of drool hung from her mouth. She looked nothing like the future Goddess of Light.
"Heh. Time to wake you up."
Huo Yuhao's thoughts stirred. A feather lying on the floor rose unsteadily into the air, as if held by an invisible hand, then silently slipped into Wang Dong's nostril.
Tickle, tickle.
"Achoo—!"
Wang Dong sneezed violently and sprang upright, rubbing her nose with sleepy eyes and a scowl.
"Who?! Who's messing with me?!"
She blearily opened her eyes just in time to see the feather drifting down to the floor.
There were only two people in the dormitory: her and Huo Yuhao.
Wang Dong instantly bristled and pointed at Huo Yuhao on the opposite bed, roaring, "Huo Yuhao! Are you trying to die?! You're messing with me?!"
Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged on his bed with his eyes closed, looking like a monk in deep meditation.
Only after hearing her shout did he slowly open his eyes, his face full of innocence and confusion.
"What's wrong with you?"
Huo Yuhao gestured at the two or three meters between them. "I've been sitting here cultivating without moving an inch. How could I mess with you from all the way over there?"
"But..."
Wang Dong froze.
He was so far away. And when she'd woken up, Huo Yuhao had indeed been meditating with his eyes closed, his breathing steady. He hadn't seemed to be faking it.
Had the wind blown the feather? Or had she dreamed it?
"Why are you yelling so early in the morning?" Huo Yuhao's expression darkened, and he gave Wang Dong's backside a hostile look. "Or is your butt itchy? Do you miss my hand?"
At that, Wang Dong reflexively covered her backside and shrank away.
The two painful encounters from yesterday flashed through her mind.
"I... I might still be half asleep..."
Wang Dong's boldness vanished at once. Though she still felt something was off, common sense told her that provoking Huo Yuhao now wouldn't end well.
"S-sorry. I misunderstood you," Wang Dong said resentfully.
Huo Yuhao laughed inwardly, but kept his expression cool. "Don't let it happen again. Hurry up and wash. The new students are being assigned to classes today. Don't be late."
As the system's notification rang in his mind, the 500 Anger Points from God King Tang arrived. Huo Yuhao couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from lifting.
Psychic Power really was useful!
If he used it for... ahem, for fighting, it would be a fantastic skill for catching people off guard.
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