Indra Chakra Obtained

Just as Huo Yuhao turned and walked toward the dormitory building, the long-absent electronic voice rang out in his mind once more.

[Ding]

[Detected that the host has defeated a fated enemy]

[Reward issued: Indra Chakra]

Huo Yuhao's steady stride abruptly halted, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Indra Chakra?

As a transmigrator who had thoroughly read Naruto, he knew all too well what those words meant.

In that ninja world obsessed with bloodlines and destiny, Indra was the progenitor of the Uchiha clan and the eldest son of the Sage of Six Paths.

The reason Uchiha Madara and Second Pillar could stand above the rest of their clan, awaken the Rinnegan, and even touch upon the realm of the Six Paths was precisely because they were Indra's reincarnations and possessed this special Chakra.

This was not merely an increase in energy.

It was an elevation of destiny itself.

Huo Yuhao closed his eyes and felt a cold, noble violet energy instantly merge into every part of his body before finally converging in his Sharingan.

The originally scarlet Three Tomoe seemed to become even deeper, faintly exuding a terrifying pressure.

With this, completing his revenge plan was only a matter of time.

A cold smile curled across Huo Yuhao's lips as he walked straight into the dormitory building.

At the entrance to the dormitory building, beneath the shade of a tree.

An elderly man in plain clothes with graying hair lay in a rocking chair, his eyes half-closed as though he had fallen asleep.

Yet within his sea of consciousness, the brief but intense battle from earlier replayed with perfect clarity.

What sharp physical combat skills...

He had utterly crushed the Young Master of the Clear Sky Sect, who possessed a thousand-year soul ring, through nothing but pure physical strength and technique.

Mu En silently analyzed the situation.

And I vaguely sensed that this child still had a power hidden within him that even I could not see through.

Cold and arrogant by nature, ruthless when he acted...

Mu En's eyelids twitched slightly.

It seemed he needed further observation.

Was he worth using the old method on? One played the villain, while the other played the benefactor.

First, suppress his arrogance and drive him into despair. Then grant him favor and make him develop a sense of belonging toward Shrek...

In the end, make him fully understand "Shrek's glory," willingly become the academy's guardian, and serve Shrek!

In the clearing.

Wang Dong still lay on the ground in a daze.

She looked utterly disheveled, but the pain in her body was far less severe than the shock in her heart.

Why?

She looked at her trembling hands.

I am the Young Master of the Clear Sky Sect. I am a genius with Twin Martial Souls, and I even have a thousand-year soul ring...

Why had I been beaten so thoroughly by a commoner, someone with only one ring, without any chance to fight back?

At the moment Huo Yuhao's dagger came down, she had truly felt death.

The way he had looked at her as though she were an ant, as though even killing her would be "an eyesore," was like a thorn driven deep into her pride.

"Child."

An aged yet gentle voice interrupted her self-doubt.

Wang Dong raised her head blankly and saw the old man lying at the dormitory entrance.

The old man's eyes remained closed, yet his voice clearly entered her ears.

"There are always greater people beyond people, and greater skies beyond the sky."

"Compared to the vast world, we are all insignificant. Talent is important, but temperament is what determines how far you can go."

Wang Dong froze.

She was proud, but she was not foolish. For this old man to say such things at this moment, while also giving her such an unfathomable feeling, he was definitely no ordinary dormitory caretaker.

Even this senior said so... Could that person truly have something special about him?

Or was I simply too arrogant?

Wang Dong took a deep breath, slowly rose to her feet, and dusted herself off. She gave the old man a deep bow.

"Thank you for your guidance, sir."

Though she had lost, the pride of the Clear Sky Sect would not allow her to sink into depression so easily.

I will not admit defeat just like that.

I will observe you, understand you, and then—defeat you!

In the corridor, the voice that had lingered in her mind and guided her to disguise herself as a boy and come to Shrek seemed to grow clearer once more.

That voice said my destiny was here...

Could the boy who defeated me be the person I was looking for?

Watching the two of them go upstairs one after the other, Mu En gently waved his palm-leaf fan.

A gust of wind swept by, carrying several fallen leaves into the air.

Mu En silently recited in his heart.

Where Golden Tree leaves dance, the Sea God's Light shall live on without end.

For Shrek's glory throughout the ages... some methods were necessary.

Then he turned over and continued pretending to sleep.

God Realm.

There was no night here. Gentle radiance, like a mother's hand, lightly caressed the delicate skin of the clouds and mist. This illusory space possessed an unusually captivating sense of substance, beautiful beyond anything of the mortal world.

Faintly, deep within the clouds and mist, a towering palace appeared and disappeared from view.

A tall figure stood quietly among the clouds, dressed in a sea-blue robe, his long hair hanging all the way to his ankles.

He gazed toward the lower realm, and a trace of confusion flashed through eyes that seemed able to see through all things in the world.

This person was none other than the Sea God, Tang San.

"Hmm?"

Tang San frowned slightly and began calculating with his fingers.

"The destiny of the Child of Destiny... seems to have changed slightly?"

However, Tang San was not alarmed. Even the furrow in his brow quickly smoothed away.

As a God King who controlled everything, he possessed absolute confidence.

"It does not matter."

He stood with his hands behind his back, a smile of complete control on his lips.

"No matter the process, the result was decided long ago."

"Fortunately, I left a backup plan. Xiao Qi should have already come into contact with that Child of Destiny by now."

"This bond is something you cannot sever!"

Tang San watched the surging sea of clouds, as though he could already see Huo Yuhao kneeling before him in the future.

"This is all for the peace of the continent, for the revival of the Tang Sect, and for the stability of the God Realm."

"Child of Destiny, I hope you can understand this God King's... painstaking intentions!"

"When you endure countless hardships and ultimately become my Tang Clan's son-in-law, becoming one of my... ahem, becoming my right-hand man, you will thank me for everything I arranged for you today."

New student dormitory building.

Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged on the hard wooden bed.

His hands formed a strange seal, and his breathing was calm and deep.

Within his body, the upright tranquility of the Mysterious Heaven Skill and the wild dominance of Chakra coexisted in a delicate balance.

Indra Chakra...

Huo Yuhao tried to examine it.

But he found nothing. Other than the bursts of coolness in his eyes, there seemed to be no earth-shaking change.

It seemed this was not energy that directly enhanced combat power, but rather a gradual transformation of his bloodline.

No rush. There was plenty of time ahead.

Just as he was preparing to settle his mind and enter deep meditation.

Creak—

The door was carefully pushed open.

A hesitant set of footsteps stopped in front of his bed.

Huo Yuhao frowned slightly, irritation rising in his heart as his cultivation was forcibly interrupted.

Wang Dong stood there. At this moment, however, a few unnatural blushes colored her fair and pretty face.

Clearly, for a Young Master who had been pampered since childhood, lowering her head to admit fault was harder than ascending to heaven.

"Well..."

Wang Dong hesitated for a long while before seemingly making a huge decision and gritting her teeth.

"Earlier... I was wrong. I should not have made those stupid rules, and I should not have looked down on you."

"I apologize to you."

After saying that, she seemed to have cast off a tremendous burden and secretly raised her eyes to observe Huo Yuhao's reaction.

Huo Yuhao merely gave her an indifferent glance without saying anything, then closed his eyes again.

Pointless pride.

Seeing that Huo Yuhao did not react, Wang Dong felt somewhat awkward. But remembering the old man's words, she still forced herself to continue.

"This classmate, now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, we are roommates who will be living together in the future after all..."

"May I ask what your name is?"

Huo Yuhao opened his eyes again.

This time, impatience was written all over his gaze.

"Before asking someone else's name, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

"That is basic courtesy."

Wang Dong choked, and the anger she had barely suppressed nearly flared up again.

But remembering her purpose, she took a deep breath and puffed out her chest.

"My name is Wang Dong."

Huo Yuhao coldly uttered three words.

"Huo Yuhao."

After saying that, he resumed his cultivation posture and made it clear that she should leave.

"Is there anything else? If not, do not disturb my cultivation."

The air instantly froze.

Wang Dong stared at the person before her in disbelief, this man who was as cold as a block of ice.

I have already humbled myself this much, yet you are still wearing that deadpan face?!

Ever since I was little, when have I not been the center of attention in the Clear Sky Sect? Who would dare treat me so coldly?

He is pretending! He must be pretending to maintain his cold and aloof persona!

Wang Dong's pride was provoked. She refused to believe this. Could it be that she had no charm at all?

She simply pulled over a chair, sat down carelessly opposite Huo Yuhao, and forcibly searched for a topic.

"Hey, do not be so cold."

"Now that we have exchanged names, we are friends. Why not chat? For example, what are your hobbies? What are your dreams? Or... where did you learn those impressive physical combat skills?"

A vein twitched faintly at Huo Yuhao's temple.

This fly was still buzzing.

He abruptly opened his eyes, and a flash of brutality flickered in his Sharingan.

He stared fixedly at Wang Dong's endlessly chattering mouth, speaking each word with chilling coldness.

"You..."

"Are really annoying!"