The First Lesson of the New Semester: Two Women Vie for Supremacy

The sun set behind the western mountains. Inside the Shrek freshman dormitory, Half a day had passed since Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong finished their fight. Huo Yuhao was on his bed with his eyes closed, silently cultivating.

Wang Dong, meanwhile, was fulfilling his promise by cleaning the dormitory.

"Snap."

A crisp sound echoed through the room, sounding like a wooden board breaking.

Disturbed by the noise, Huo Yuhao was forced to abandon his cultivation, turning to look at Wang Dong, who was frowning at two pieces of splintered wood.

It seemed the pampered young master was not accustomed to doing such chores; this was the fifth time Huo Yuhao's cultivation had been interrupted this afternoon.

At first, he suspected Wang Dong was doing it on purpose, but after so many times, he realized the truth.

He was simply incompetent.

"How is the quality of this piece of junk so poor?"

Seemingly sensing Huo Yuhao's gaze, Wang Dong muttered, clearly trying to absolve himself of blame.

Under normal circumstances, Huo Yuhao would have ignored his muttering and continued cultivating.

But this time, for some reason, Wang Dong felt that Huo Yuhao had no intention of returning to his cultivation, instead staring at him intently.

"What are you looking at? I didn't break it on purpose!"

Feeling Huo Yuhao's gaze, Wang Dong felt as if he were being pitied, and with a belly full of fire, he immediately bristled.

He simply threw his tools aside and quit on the spot.

"It's not like I can't afford to pay for it! This piece of junk! This lousy place!!"

Having said that, he sat back on his bed as if sulking, swearing that if Huo Yuhao pushed his luck any further, he would renege on their previous bet—at worst, they would just fight again.

This time, he would use his martial soul from the start. Wang Dong didn't believe that he, a Soul Grand Master, couldn't beat a soul master with only a ten-year soul ring.

Unexpectedly, Huo Yuhao didn't play by the rules. Although his gaze was fixed on Wang Dong, his thoughts were elsewhere, so he spoke without thinking.

"Looking at how good-looking you are."

"...??!"

Wang Dong'er widened her eyes again, unable to believe what she had just heard.

Although she was indeed very good-looking, given her current identity, status, and gender... how could he say something like that?

Could it be that he???

Wang Dong shuddered, quickly hugging herself, then shook her head to dismiss the sinful thought.

At a time like this, she felt she had to step up and clarify things.

"What do you mean? Let me tell you, I don't like men... no, women... that's not right either."

Halfway through, Wang Dong stopped, her brain momentarily crashing.

After thinking for a long time, she finally came up with what she considered a reasonable term.

"I am not a homosexual!!"

"Don't worry, neither am I."

Huo Yuhao rolled his eyes at her and turned away, refusing to look at her any longer.

Pretend, keep pretending.

You'll have plenty to cry about later.

I'll make you cry your heart out!

Who cared about these trivial matters? What Huo Yuhao had been considering was whether he could use Wang Dong to contact Tang San.

It was common knowledge that Tang San had placed not only a chastity lock on his daughter but also a mental seal within her Sea of Consciousness.

Unlike the statue of the Sea God, this seal was placed on his own daughter, so he would naturally pay more attention to it.

If he could use this mental seal to make him notice the Ghost Demon Venerable in his own Sea of Consciousness, could he solve this trouble?

Huo Yuhao had just been contemplating the feasibility of this plan.

But soon, he dismissed the idea.

Not to mention that with his current cultivation and mental power, he couldn't possibly enter someone else's Sea of Consciousness; even if he managed to get inside, he would likely be crushed to death instantly.

After all, the purpose of that seal was protection; Huo Yuhao wouldn't believe for a second that it didn't contain some form of offensive mechanism.

Even in the one-in-a-million chance that he successfully contacted God King Tang through this mental seal, what would be waiting for him?

Given that person's personality, Huo Yuhao guessed it would be the Sea God Trident.

He had no way to explain how he knew about this mental seal.

Even if he disguised it as an accident, would that person believe him?

Certainly not.

He would only see that Huo Yuhao had ulterior motives.

To put it in layman's terms, Huo Yuhao was afraid that he had already "courted death"!

It was still a difficult situation to handle.

As for Wang Dong himself, Huo Yuhao didn't care about him at all.

If his favorability with Mu En was something that required accumulation over time and satisfaction with his performance to slowly build up, then his favorability with Wang Dong was something that would skyrocket automatically even if he did nothing at all, until it hit the ceiling.

As for the reason, one could only ask a certain God King who was hiding his identity.

In this place, the God King was heaven, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Everything was arranged by fate.

It was all the will of heaven.

Huo Yuhao had reason to believe that even if he walked up and slapped her right now, Wang Dong's favorability toward him wouldn't drop; instead, it might easily awaken some strange fetish.

My damn charm.

Forget it, no rewards for her today.

Huo Yuhao sat back down and entered a meditative state once more.

As for why he didn't extend an invitation for dual cultivation to the person opposite him, Huo Yuhao could only say that haste makes waste.

For this kind of thing, it was only satisfying if the other party proposed it.

Moreover, with the Ghost Killing Art, he wasn't actually worried about the progress of his soul power cultivation. After all, the quality of the technique and his status as a Child of Destiny meant it would never be too slow.

The main issue was that he still hadn't figured out what was wrong with this Ghost Killing Art.

That was the biggest problem of all.

Could it be that the Ghost Demon Venerable had really changed his nature? Was he preparing to cultivate a successor in peace?

Don't make the Demon Venerable laugh.

Had he forgotten how he was backstabbed by the cultivation technique before?

Therefore, he was currently focusing his energy more on the application techniques of the Ghost Killing Art.

Even though the Ghost Demon Venerable had used Dream Path methods to save him a large chunk of enlightenment time, there were still some details worth scrutinizing repeatedly.

Watching Huo Yuhao enter meditation again, Wang Dong felt a strange sense of emptiness in her heart for some reason.

Driven by an inexplicable impulse, she looked at the mirror to the side, gazing at her peerless beauty that even men's clothing couldn't conceal, and couldn't help but feel a little smug.

"I suppose you have some taste after all."

Several days passed, and it was time for the Shrek freshmen to attend their first class.

Huo Yuhao arrived at the classroom early, and on the other side of the room sat Wang Dong'er, who had dressed up specifically with whatever thoughts in mind, appearing in the exceptionally handsome and dashing guise of Wang Dong.

Because Huo Yuhao had deliberately avoided Class One, where Zhou Yi was, Wang Dong naturally followed Huo Yuhao to Class Nine.

It seemed the God King had set it up from the start; the two were destined to be bound together.

Huo Yuhao could accept this; it was all the same to him anyway.

It was just that if he remembered correctly, the homeroom teacher of this Class Nine seemed to be Mu Jin.

The female teacher who had lost a soul bone in a bet with Zhou Yi.

This wasn't something he had done on purpose.

One could only say that fate was like that.

Just as Wang Dong was raising her eyebrows to provoke Huo Yuhao because she was surrounded by a circle of chattering girls, she saw two figures with outstanding temperaments approach Huo Yuhao. The golden-haired girl leaned toward Huo Yuhao naturally and greeted him.

"Hello, classmate, may I sit here?"

Huo Yuhao turned his head and recognized the two.

Ning Tian and Wu Feng.

As for what Ning Tian said, it was as good as not saying anything at all.

Ning Tian had already sat down, and she had no intention of leaving whatsoever.

"Suit yourself."

Huo Yuhao responded with indifference.

This attitude infuriated Wu Feng, who was just about to flare up, but seeing that the expression on Ning Tian's face hadn't changed in the slightest, she had no choice but to hold it in for the time being.

It was at this moment that Wang Dong, who had walked over from afar at some point, reached out and slammed her hand onto the desk in front of Ning Tian, speaking without a shred of politeness.

"Get up, this is my seat!"