Huo Yuhao the Actor and Wang Dong the "Foot-Washing Maid"

On the way back to the dormitory, Huo Yuhao picked his teeth while reviewing the rewards the system had just issued.

[Divine Sense Forging Technique: An ancient secret art of the divine soul.]

[Effect: Forges intangible and formless spiritual power into tangible and formless "Psychic Power."]

[Those who master it can command all things with a single thought. You can manipulate objects from a distance to kill without a trace; you can also forcibly control the limbs of others, like a puppeteer with a marionette.]

A sharp glint flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

Isn't this just a "Spirit Telepath"?

Traditional spiritual-type soul masters could only provide crowd control or support in the early stages, with bodies as fragile as paper.

But with this Psychic Power, he could manipulate everything—he could even use his Soul Tools like flying swords!

This is a divine skill tailor-made for me!

In high spirits, Huo Yuhao hummed a little tune and pushed open the door to Dorm 108.

Whoosh--!

The moment the door cracked open, a fierce gust of wind rushed toward his face.

Wang Dong had been lying in ambush for quite some time; those long, slender legs whistled through the air, kicking straight toward Huo Yuhao's face!

"Go to hell, you jerk!"

Huo Yuhao sneered inwardly.

With his current spiritual power, Wang Dong's movements looked like slow-motion playback in his eyes. If he wanted to, a single Soul Shock would be enough to lay this fluttering moth flat once again.

But... he wouldn't do that.

If he scared this proud young miss so much that she dropped out and ran away, wouldn't that cut off his source of "Anger Points"?

You have to feed a pig slowly before slaughtering it; farming points requires sustainable development.

As his thoughts raced, Huo Yuhao immediately put on a panicked expression.

"Holy crap! An ambush?!"

He rolled backward in a disheveled mess, narrowly dodging the kick, though the gust of wind still tore a corner of his clothes.

"Haha! Scared, aren't you!" Seeing her strike land, Wang Dong's confidence surged. "It seems your sorcery isn't invincible after all! Take this!"

Huo Yuhao swallowed the words "Can I touch them?" that were about to slip out. The two of them traded blows in the narrow dormitory.

Huo Yuhao acted to the extreme, pretending to be in constant danger every time, even intentionally taking two punches from Wang Dong to make her feel like she was about to win.

Just as Wang Dong thought victory was in her grasp and exposed an opening to deliver the final blow--

Huo Yuhao's eyes sharpened: "Got you!"

He suddenly ducked, dodging Wang Dong's high kick, and seized the chance to cut into her center. His hands clamped onto her waist like iron pincers, and using her own momentum against her, he executed a shoulder throw!

Bang!

Wang Dong was slammed onto the bed once again. Before she could react, Huo Yuhao had already skillfully mounted her, locking her hands down once more.

"You... let me go! I was clearly about to win!" Wang Dong's face flushed red with anger as she struggled desperately.

"About to win? That's just 'almost,' get it?"

Huo Yuhao smirked and raised his palm again.

"Since you lost, you have to accept the punishment. It seems the lesson from this afternoon wasn't profound enough."

Slap!

"Ah! How dare you!"

Slap! Slap!

The crisp sound of slapping echoed in the dormitory once more, accompanied by Wang Dong's transition from cursing to begging, eventually dissolving into tearful whimpers.

"Wuwuwu... stop hitting me... I was wrong... I was really wrong..."

Wang Dong buried her face in the pillow, wishing she could die of shame.

This is too bullying! I was only a tiny bit away! Why did it end up like this again!

Seeing that the timing was just right, Huo Yuhao finally let go and pointed toward the foot basin in the corner.

"Since you were wrong, go fetch some water."

Huo Yuhao sat on the edge of the bed with a domineering air and took off his shoes and socks. "I want to soak my feet. Make sure the temperature is moderate—not too hot and not too cold."

Wang Dong climbed off the bed, tears still hanging from her eyes, and glared viciously at Huo Yuhao.

She was the little princess of the Clear Sky Sect; when had she ever done such menial labor? But the stinging pain in her backside reminded her that the boy in front of her was an unreasonable devil.

"Just you wait... a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years!"

Wang Dong swore through gritted teeth in her heart. "Once I master my cultivation, I will definitely trample you under my feet and make you wash my feet for the rest of your life!"

She endured the humiliation, picked up the basin, and walked out.

[Ding! Detected that Sea God Tang San is extremely aggrieved (watching his daughter fetch foot-soaking water for someone else), Anger Points +3000!]

[Ding! Detected that Sea God Tang San is furious because the host has "disciplined" his daughter again. Anger points +2000!]

Listening to the system's notification, Huo Yuhao comfortably stretched his feet into the hot water Wang Dong had brought, letting out a contented sigh.

"Hmm~ the water temperature is good. Keep it up in the future."

Wang Dong stood to the side, her fists clenching until they cracked, yet she dared to be angry but dared not speak.

Deep in the night, all was quiet.

Wang Dong had long since wrapped herself up like a silkworm, sleeping facing the wall, as if she didn't even want to look at Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice the Divine Sense Forging Technique.

As the technique circulated, the psychic power within his sea of consciousness began to undergo a qualitative change.

The psychic power, which had originally been scattered like mist, began to compress and condense continuously, eventually turning into thin, transparent yet tough threads.

This was Psychic Power! Intangible yet substantial!

The night passed without incident.

Early the next morning, the first ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains into the dormitory.

Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes, a vibrant purple glow shimmering within them.

After a night of cultivation, he was already able to manipulate some light and small objects preliminarily.

He glanced at Wang Dong, who was sleeping soundly on the opposite bed.

This girl's sleeping posture was extremely unrefined; one leg was sticking out of the quilt, and a trace of crystalline drool hung from the corner of her mouth. There was no sign of the future Goddess of Light in her.

"Hehe, time to wake you up."

Huo Yuhao moved his mind. A feather that had fallen on the floor drifted up, as if pinched by an invisible hand, and silently burrowed into Wang Dong's nostril.

Tickle, tickle.

"Achoo--!"

Wang Dong sneezed violently, springing up from the bed. She rubbed her nose with sleepy eyes, her face full of morning grumpiness.

"Who?! Who's playing tricks?!"

She opened her eyes groggily, just in time to see the feather drifting down to the floor.

And there were only two people in the dormitory: her and Huo Yuhao.

Wang Dong instantly bristled, pointing at Huo Yuhao on the opposite bed and roaring, "Huo Yuhao! Are you looking for death?! You're messing with me?!"

Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged on the bed, eyes slightly closed, looking like an old monk in meditation.

Hearing the roar, he slowly opened his eyes, his face full of innocence and confusion.

"Are you sick?"

Huo Yuhao pointed to the two or three meters of distance between them. "I've been sitting here cultivating the whole time and haven't moved at all. How could I mess with you from this far away?"

"But..."

Wang Dong was stunned.

That's right, Huo Yuhao was so far away from her, and when she woke up just now, Huo Yuhao was indeed meditating with his eyes closed, his breathing steady; it didn't look like he was faking it.

Could it have been the wind? Or was she just dreaming?

"Why are you screaming so early in the morning?" Huo Yuhao's face darkened, and he swept his gaze unkindly toward Wang Dong's backside. "Or is it... that your butt is itchy and you're missing my palm?"

Hearing this, Wang Dong instinctively covered her backside and shrank backward.

The two painful experiences from yesterday instantly flooded her mind.

"I... I must have been confused from sleep..."

Wang Dong's momentum instantly weakened. Although she still felt something was wrong in her heart, her reason told her that angering Huo Yuhao now would not end well.

"I... I'm sorry, I misunderstood you." Wang Dong apologized, feeling aggrieved.

Huo Yuhao chuckled inwardly, but his expression remained cold. "Don't let it happen again. Hurry up and wash up. The freshmen are being divided into classes today; don't be late."

Listening to the system notification ringing in his mind, the 500 anger points from God King Tang had arrived, and the corners of Huo Yuhao's mouth couldn't help but curl upward.

Psychic Power is truly useful!

If this were used for... ahem, used for combat in the future, it would definitely be a divine skill for catching people off guard.