Her Again? Him Again?!

"I still have work to do at Martial Soul Hall, so I won't walk you to the dormitory. Just scan your student card for the teacher over there, and you'll be able to pull up your class and dorm information."

"I won't say anything else; I wish you a pleasant start to the semester and hope you make plenty of friends."

Wang Hong left quickly. Following the direction he had pointed, Huo Yuhao found the administrative office he had mentioned.

"Hello, my name is Huo Yuhao. I'm a new... student here to report?" As he took out his student card and saw the face of the person on the other side, he realized that this administrative teacher was yet another old acquaintance!

A head of white hair, a face with faint wrinkles, yet she could not hide her overbearing temperament.

Zhou Yi, the very first teacher Huo Yuhao had at Shrek Academy in his previous life.

Hearing Huo Yuhao's voice, Zhou Yi leaned her head out, only then noticing his not-so-tall stature.

Upon seeing Huo Yuhao for the first time, Zhou Yi was slightly surprised, then revealed a gentle smile: "Hello there, little Huo Yuhao. Why did you come to register all by yourself? Didn't your parents come with you?"

"It's not convenient for my mother to travel far, so a Martial Soul Envoy from Martial Soul Hall brought me here."

"I see... That's fine. If you need anything, just feel free to trouble the teachers at the academy... Wait, an Innate Full Soul Power work-study student?" Taking the student card, Zhou Yi quickly used her soul power to sense Huo Yuhao's information; these two points were what intrigued her the most.

Top-tier talent, yet from a poor family, forced to apply for financial aid to become a work-study student...

"What a coincidence, little Huo Yuhao, I happen to be your homeroom teacher." Zhou Yi returned the registered student card to Huo Yuhao and continued:

"It seems we are quite fated. A little genius with Innate Full Soul Power—you'll likely be very popular in class. However, I must warn you: don't let my current demeanor fool you. When official classes begin, I won't be as easy to talk to as I am now."

"This is a philosophy passed down by Principal Chen Mo to this day: be a close friend to students outside of class, but become an omniscient jailer once inside the classroom."

"Haha, but don't worry, it certainly won't be as harsh as a real jailer. In any case, during this time while you get familiar with the campus and outside of class, we can still be good friends. Enjoy your enrollment, student Huo Yuhao."

Huo Yuhao nodded. Before leaving, he looked back at Zhou Yi, who had returned to her work.

The appearance, the voice... they are exactly the same, Huo Yuhao thought to himself. Comparing them carefully, based on what she said—class time aside—she seemed like a very easy person to get along with in private. It was a world of difference from the 'Extinction Master' of his past life.

And... once again, it was Chen Mo. That name again.

Principal Chen Mo... So, even this academy was built by his own hands?

Just how much did he leave behind in this world?

"Hmm... the humans of this era have developed so quickly? Using soul power to engrave information onto objects without it dissipating easily. That's not simple, even for me."

"And yet, in human hands, it's just a convenient tool. Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Brother Sky Dream's voice appeared in Huo Yuhao's ear.

"Brother Sky Dream, you're awake."

"Mm... your Sea of Consciousness is unusually vast, kid. To me, it's like a super comfortable bed; I couldn't help but sleep a little longer." Brother Sky Dream's voice carried the laziness of someone who had just woken up, along with his usual ease and casualness.

"Come to think of it, you might not know this, but fixing soul power isn't simple, especially when it's near-permanent."

"You have to realize that even the million-year soul rings I produced wouldn't last long in the natural environment before dissipating. But that thing in your hand—what was it called... a student card? Even though the soul power on it is exposed to the natural environment, based on my senses, it could be stored for thousands of years without issue, provided it isn't destroyed intentionally."

"Thousands of years?" Huo Yuhao was startled by the sudden figure. Although he was used to hearing about soul beasts in terms of thousands or tens of thousands of years, for humans, a thousand-year scale was not short at all.

"Uh-huh, that's why I'm surprised. This kind of technology is as common as the snowflakes in my hometown."

Brother Sky Dream thought about it. Among the people—no, soul beasts—he knew, the only ones capable of such a feat would probably be the Ice and Snow Emperors.

"Is that so..." Huo Yuhao suddenly realized that since he had ascended to godhood in his previous life, such techniques were mere trifles to him.

But for an ordinary soul master, this was indeed a difficult task.

"I'll give you a heads-up: even though I'm here to back you up, it seems this place isn't as simple as it looks."

"Forget it, acting as your seal is quite taxing on my spirit. I'm going back to catch up on my sleep; call me if you need anything."

With that, Brother Sky Dream's voice went completely silent, and Huo Yuhao followed the map to the dormitory building.

Although he was following the map, Huo Yuhao noticed along the way that the layout of Spirit Soul Academy was actually very similar to his memories of Shrek Academy—one could even say it was identical.

When he reached the entrance of the dormitory building, he found that, just like in his memories, there was an old man hiding in the shade of a tree with a lounge chair.

The old man was tall, his black hair combed meticulously, his cheeks as rosy as an infant's, and long eyebrows hanging down both sides of his face. His hands rested quietly on his chest, which rose and fell in a calm rhythm.

He looked to be sleeping very soundly in the shade.

But Huo Yuhao knew that if there were to be someone here, it should have been that old man's closest friend—the Dean of Shrek Academy and Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion, the Dragon God Douluo Mu En, who possessed the Bright Sacred Dragon martial soul...

Instead of this Great Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, the Dragon Emperor Douluo, Long Xiaoyao, who possessed the Dark Sacred Dragon martial soul!

What is going on... Did he also become a member of Martial Soul Hall like Zhang Peng? Or is it...

This was the second acquaintance he had seen today, and such a heavyweight one at that...

If one Zhang Peng was a coincidence, then adding Long Xiaoyao to the mix left Huo Yuhao with only two possibilities.

One terrifying possibility was that the roots of the Holy Spirit Cult had taken hold within Martial Soul Hall;

But Huo Yuhao preferred to believe that, due to the influence of some of Chen Mo's actions, the Holy Spirit Cult simply did not exist in this world...

"Hello, Grandpa. I'm not quite sure about the way here. Could you tell me how to get to this dormitory?"

Huo Yuhao approached Long Xiaoyao and handed over his student card.

Hearing his voice, Long Xiaoyao slowly opened a pair of clear eyes, letting out a huge yawn in his half-asleep state.

"Haa—that was a good sleep... Hmm? A little one asking for directions."

Long Xiaoyao sat up, his straight, upright back making him look not at all like an old grandfather, but rather a man in the prime of his middle age.

"Hmm... truly beautiful eyes..." Long Xiaoyao took the student ID card, and while sensing it with his soul power, he spoke out of the blue.

Huo Yuhao did not speak; he knew that the other had seen through his martial soul.

"It's the seventh room on the left after you exit the elevator on the third floor. Before you go up, you might want to stop by the small shop downstairs to get some brooms and mops; after two months, there's likely quite a bit of dust."

Returning the student ID card to Huo Yuhao, Long Xiaoyao lay back down and continued to sleep.

"Oh, right, there's a discount for freshmen at the small shop. Remember not to use cash; swipe your card."

Just before Huo Yuhao left, Long Xiaoyao added one more reminder.