"Thank you."
Shrek Outer Court, in front of the freshman dormitory.
Huo Yuhao bowed to Mu En, who was lying beneath the dormitory building, then headed inside.
"A rare, well-mannered good kid."
Mu En gave an almost imperceptible nod, then murmured to himself.
[Mu En's Favorability +1]
After entering the dormitory building, Huo Yuhao nodded in satisfaction. He was pleased with his performance.
He would slowly raise Mu En's favorability bit by bit. He had no idea what it might be useful for, but perhaps one day it would bring him an unexpected surprise.
After all, this man was currently one of the strongest among humanity on the entire continent.
There were only two others who could match him.
Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao, and Death God Douluo Ye Xishui.
Thinking of the three of them, Huo Yuhao couldn't help shaking his head.
Speaking of their tangled relationships, one had to mention Douluo Continent's classic three-person entanglement.
Whether it was the Golden Iron Triangle from ten thousand years ago, the trio of Limit Douluo, or Mu En, Long Xiaoyao, and Ye Xishui a thousand years later, none of them seemed able to escape this curse.
The three of them spent their whole lives caught up in grudges and entanglements. In the end, the two who loved each other reconciled, leaving only the odd one out to nurse his heartache alone.
Huo Yuyao could only say,
What a pair of star-crossed lovers.
Forget it. Their business had nothing to do with him.
Huo Yuhao unlocked the door with his key, no longer thinking about them.
It had little to do with him anyway. Even if it did, that wouldn't happen until later in the story.
Whether he could even live to see that point was another matter!
He'd better worry about himself first.
He entered the dormitory. It was the classic Room 108, still covered in dust. Shrek was as authoritative as ever when it came to dormitory conditions.
Huo Yuhao had no choice but to do a quick cleanup, then sat down on his bed and began meditating.
Things had come to this. He might as well cultivate first.
He closed his eyes and concentrated. When he opened them again, he had entered his Sea of Consciousness.
His Sea of Consciousness was quiet and empty. Of its two original occupants, Ghost Demon Venerable had taken up most of the space, while Sky Dream Ice Silkworm had curled up in a small corner.
Neither showed any signs of waking.
After some thought, Huo Yuhao first bowed to Ghost Demon Venerable, then went over to the floating Ghost Killing Art.
He hadn't read this cultivation manual yet.
Before, he hadn't even dared to look at it for long.
But since cultivating the Ghost Killing Art was now a foregone conclusion, he might as well stop resisting.
He would take whatever he could get his hands on first.
Huo Yuhao's thoughts stirred, and the Ghost Killing Art opened by itself, as if it had expected him to give in.
The words on its pages rose into the air, circling around him.
Just as he was about to examine them closely, the words seemed to move as one, rushing toward him and merging into his consciousness.
The next moment, Huo Yuhao felt as if he had fallen into a strange dream. An endless sea of blood stretched beneath his feet, and he seemed to be the only living thing left in the entire world.
The dense killing intent around him was almost tangible, leaving him nearly unable to breathe.
He instinctively raised his head. A figure that blotted out the sky appeared before him.
The figure seemed to be formed from countless vengeful spirits. Three fiendish heads crowned its body, while it bore a thousand hands and twin wings. It slowly rose from the earth, pierced through the two heavens, and swallowed the blazing sun above!
As if sensing Huo Yuhao's gaze, the figure looked down at him. Its stare felt heavier than ten thousand catties.
The next moment, the entire world shattered like a pane of glass, and Huo Yuhao was forcibly ejected from his meditative state.
In the real world, Huo Yuhao suddenly came to his senses and pitched forward, bracing himself against the bed as he gasped for breath. Fine beads of sweat poured down his forehead like rain.
At that moment, he had truly thought he was going to die.
Was this Ghost Demon Venerable, who had crossed the two heavens and slaughtered his way through the three realms?
According to the story, this wasn't even his true form, but it was still horrifying enough.
Truly terrifying!!
"..."
"Heh."
After a long silence, Huo Yuhao let out a breath and gave a mocking laugh.
Although he had just experienced what it felt like to die, he had unexpectedly found it rather satisfying.
After all, he hadn't come away empty-handed.
The Ghost Killing Art had disappeared from his Sea of Consciousness, completely merging with him.
He had also grasped the core meaning of the Ghost Killing Art, mastering it completely.
It was simple.
There was only one word.
Kill!
Kill, kill, kill!!
Kill everyone who refused to submit! Kill everyone who dared defy him! Kill everyone who betrayed him!!!
Kill until no one under heaven dared call themselves supreme!!
Everything was rooted in the word "kill," from which all kinds of derivative techniques branched forth.
Considering it was Ghost Demon Venerable's cultivation art, Huo Yuhao wasn't surprised by the result.
As everyone knew, Ghost Demon Venerable's greatest obsession was that he had failed to claim supremacy through the Slaughter Path. It was almost on a par with Fang Yuan's dream of eternal life.
As the saying went,
If a son kills his mother and a grandson kills his father, should he comprehend the Slaughter Path or the Path of Filial Piety?
To be honest, Huo Yuhao felt that some of Ghost Demon Venerable's ideas were quite similar to his own.
In his memories, Huo Yun'er's face and voice were still vivid.
He hadn't simply dropped into this world out of nowhere. He had awakened the memories of his previous life partway through, and Huo Yun'er had still raised him.
The suffering and humiliation he and his mother had endured in the White Tiger Duke Mansion would never grow hazy with time. If anything, they would only become clearer and cut deeper!
This time, Huo Yuhao absolutely wouldn't be as indecisive as he had been in the original story and betray himself!
In the end, he hadn't killed a single enemy, and had even changed his surname to Dai!
Taking his enemy's surname!!!
If that really happened, he'd rather be possessed by Ghost Demon Venerable, rather stand with the devil, than let all of this go unavenged!!
If you repay kindness with enmity, what will you repay kindness with?!
He would absolutely kill the White Tiger Duke!!
Absolutely!!
And not just him! His children, his family and friends, everything he cared about and treasured!!
Huo Yuhao swore it here!
He would absolutely destroy all of it!
Let the sea of blood surge! Let the continent collapse!!
All he wanted was to kill!
Only killing could avenge the hatred in his heart!!
Only killing could quell this fury!!
Only by killing him!!!
Before he knew it, Huo Yuhao's eyes had turned bloodshot. His whole body trembled, and a terrifying killing intent poured from him.
"That little fellow..."
Beneath the dormitory building, Mu En, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly furrowed his brow and murmured.
Then, as if remembering something, he let out a long sigh.
"Another poor soul..."
Inside the dormitory, perhaps stirred by the killing intent Huo Yuhao had released, the Ghost Killing Art began circulating on its own. It drove his Soul Power Level up several levels in succession, straight to level fifteen.
He had reached Shrek Academy's minimum entrance requirement.
"So eager, are you?"
Huo Yuhao clenched his fist and felt the strength he had gained. His emotions were a tangled mess.
But after venting like that, his thoughts had become remarkably clear.
And after experiencing Ghost Demon Venerable's power, he had even come up with some new ideas.
Tang San? Ghost Demon Venerable?
Heh.
He shook his fist loose. It was still too early to think about all that.
But at least it had planted the seed of rebellion in him.
Just then, the dormitory door was suddenly kicked open.
The newcomer had delicate features and fair skin, but what drew the most attention were his unusual eyes and hair, a beautiful and rare shade of pink-blue.
The young man—or, more accurately, the person who was temporarily a young man—first looked around the room, wrinkling his nose in disgust. At last, his gaze settled on Huo Yuhao.
Then he ordered him arrogantly,
"You, hurry up and clean this room."
"Or don't blame me for beating you out of here!!"
Beat me out of here?
Hearing the words of the person whose identity he had recognized at a glance, Huo Yuhao smiled.
"Go ahead and try."
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