In the past, people from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had visited the academy many times, but over the years, only two or three people had ever been chosen!
It was all thanks to Huo Yuhao. One person won favor, and the whole academy rose to heaven!
Meanwhile, Huo Yuhao in the scene was already beaming, holding the delicate, slender hand of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's princess. He felt that nothing in life could be more satisfying!
"Tian'er, thank you."
In a deserted, empty place, Huo Yuhao gently put an arm around the girl's shoulders, overwhelmed with emotion.
"What's there to thank me for? Yuhao, this is your alma mater. Isn't it only right that I help them?"
A sly smile appeared on the young lady's gentle face, making Huo Yuhao's heart itch even more.
Even he hadn't noticed that he had stopped calling Ning Tian "Sister Ning Tian" and started calling her "Tian'er" instead!
"Yuhao, aren't you going to show me around your alma mater?"
"Ah? Sure, sure! I'll take you on a tour of the whole academy!"
Beyond the Sky Screen, Wu Feng had just smashed five trees.
"Show you around? Hell no! I'm going to tear this damn Xilan Academy apart!"
No matter how furious Wu Feng was beyond the Sky Screen, she couldn't change what was happening within it.
In the blink of an eye, a year passed.
Huo Yuhao in the Sky Screen had completely adjusted to life in the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and regarded himself as one of its members.
By now, his talent had gradually begun to shine. He was even starting to receive recruitment offers from other forces across the continent.
"I can't put this off any longer..."
It was night in the scene. Ning Tian, dressed elegantly and wearing a touch of makeup, held a bowl of Huo Yuhao's favorite "Glazed Soup." A strange smile spread across her face, sending a chill through everyone beyond the Sky Screen.
Standing outside Huo Yuhao's door, Ning Tian gently licked her lips, like a hunter about to devour prey already caught in her grasp.
"Woc, what's she going to do?"
"I have a tiny, tiny bad feeling about this..."
Beyond the Sky Screen, everyone held their breath, waiting to see what would happen next.
"Yuhao, you must be tired from cultivating. Come have some soup I made for you today!"
Her usual gentle voice rang out, without a trace of anything amiss.
"Creak!"
The boy inside almost opened the door as fast as he could, wearing a bashful, expectant smile.
"Tian'er, you really... really went to so much trouble for me again."
Huo Yuhao scratched his head and invited the girl inside. She smiled radiantly, and the boy froze for an instant. His face flushed despite himself.
For some reason, he had the vague feeling that the young lady seemed even more captivating than usual today.
But he... how could he harbor improper thoughts about Tian'er?
As Huo Yuhao thought this, he...
"Tian'er, why... why are you looking at me like that?"
Huo Yuhao froze. For some reason, a powerful sense of unease welled up inside him!
"Hm? What's wrong? I'm just looking at my Yuhao."
Ning Tian smiled as she reached out and gently stroked Huo Yuhao's face with her slender fingers.
"Gulp!"
Huo Yuhao suddenly realized that he had completely lost control of the Soul Power within his body! This was bad. Had he been ambushed?
In the final instant before his reason broke down, Huo Yuhao seemed to hear the girl's satisfied, triumphant laugh, as if she had finally brought everything under her control. Then...
The scene within the Sky Screen grew blurry and shifted to the outside of the building. But the voices made it clear what was happening.
"Tian'er, why would you do this? You actually forced the origin of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul into my body. Now our senses are linked. If I die, your Martial Soul will shatter too..."
The boy spoke in unbearable anguish.
"Who gave you permission to call me Tian'er? Heh, you're nothing but Huo Yuhao."
"Y-Yes... Young, Young Miss."
"Then why aren't you cultivating yet?"
From then on, Ning Tian and Huo Yuhao still acted as usual when they were together during the day. Everyone in the sect thought the young lady treated Huo Yuhao incredibly well—almost as if she weren't a young lady at all, but a devoted wife.
Only the boy knew what kind of torment he was enduring... Through a secret method of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Tian had fused the origin of her Martial Soul with him.
Now Ning Tian forced him to cultivate every day. Whenever he slacked off, she knew at once!
By now, he had learned all sorts of things about Ning Tian's methods. All he wanted was to cultivate properly and earn a reward from the young lady, not a punishment!
"You damn dog!"
One afternoon, while Ning Tian was away, Wu Feng could no longer hold back. Huo Yuhao was weak and muddled, unable to get so much as a sip of soup down. She dragged him into a secret chamber.
"Tell me. Come on, tell me. What does the young lady taste like?"
In the secret chamber, Wu Feng gripped Huo Yuhao tightly by the throat. Jealousy and resentment blazed in her fiery eyes.
"Ugh, ugh... I don't know... I need to..."
"Cultivate, cultivate. All you ever do is cultivate. Why don't you cultivate with me, then?"
Rage surged through Wu Feng. Without thinking, she kicked at the boy, aiming for a certain part of his body. But in the blink of an eye, she stopped, as if she had just remembered something.
"Right. The young lady's Martial Soul Origin is inside you... If that's the case..."
Wu Feng stared at Huo Yuhao, her gaze suddenly changing with feverish excitement, as if he were a priceless treasure!
"Ugh, ugh!"
The boy's eyes widened in terror. Though his mind was muddled, he still felt a deep fear of something like this!
"Great! Then I'll try injecting my Soul Power into your body too!"
After the two separated, Wu Feng trembled with feverish excitement. Light shone in her fiery eyes!
"Blegh!"
In the blink of an eye, her expression changed. Her face filled with utter revulsion. Bracing herself against the wall, she retched violently onto the floor.
"A man... I actually came into contact with a man... You filthy dog..."
Wu Feng's face was full of disgust.
At that moment, she couldn't help recalling all the ways Ning Tian had once been kind to her, and every moment they had shared.
Back then, Ning Tian, dressed in a white gown and as beautiful as an angel, had taken in Wu Feng, filthy from head to toe, in the slums;
She had brought her along to eat and cultivate;
She had confided in her, and together they had complained about the sect's old-fashioned elders, even grumbling about how strict the sect master was with her...
So many times, Wu Feng had wished she could let the young lady rest by her side.
Even if it was only for selfish reasons, driven by feelings she didn't dare confess to the young lady.
I... can only do this.
"Ugh, ugh! No..."
Even in this strange state, with her Soul Power and spiritual power restricted, a trace of clarity returned to Huo Yuhao's eyes.