What Do We Do When He Grows Up!

His legal wife was the legitimate daughter of the Zhu family, the Hell Spirit Cat clan of the Star Luo Empire, Zhu Wan.

The Zhu family and the Dai family had intermarried for generations, making them the White Tiger Duke's most steadfast allies.

Zhu Wan's grandfather was the contemporary head of the Zhu family, an eighty-ninth level Soul Douluo, and held significant sway in the Star Luo Empire's court.

More importantly, Zhu Wan herself was no weak woman.

She was a sixty-ninth level Soul Emperor, her martial soul the Hell Spirit Cat, a top-tier existence among agility attack systems.

When she married Dai Hao, she was already a five-ringed Soul King. Though she had neglected her cultivation over the years due to a life of luxury, her sixty-ninth level foundation remained.

In any ordinary household, Zhu Wan would have long since personally dealt with Huo Yun'er and her son.

But she was exceedingly proud and felt that getting her own hands dirty would soil them, so she left the matter to her servants.

Dai Hao was silent for a moment before finally speaking.

"Senior, my wife comes from the Zhu family of the Hell Spirit Cat clan. She has a fiery temper, and over the years, she has indeed mistreated Yun'er and her son.

I feel ashamed, but I am powerless."

Shen Zhou sneered.

"Powerless?

You are an eighty-ninth level Soul Douluo, the White Tiger Duke of the Star Luo Empire, a high-ranking official.

And you say you are powerless?"

Dai Hao's cheek twitched slightly, and he remained silent.

"To put it plainly, it's just a matter of weighing the pros and cons."

Shen Zhou retracted the tip of his spear and said calmly, "Your career, your title, the political capital brought by your legal wife's family—in your eyes, these are more important than the lives of a son and a woman."

Dai Hao lowered his head.

"So today, I will take them away."

Shen Zhou turned to look at Huo Yuhao. "Yuhao, do you have anything else to say to him?"

Huo Yuhao looked up at the man he had called "Your Grace" for over a decade, his lips trembling slightly.

He wanted to call him "Dad," but the word was stuck in his throat, unable to escape.

"Mom... where were you when Mom was dying?"

The young man finally spoke, his voice not loud, but like a needle piercing Dai Hao's heart.

"Do you know that Mom burned for three days and three nights without even a sip of hot water?

Do you know that those servants called us dirty things and told us to get lost?"

"Do you know..."

Huo Yuhao's tears finally fell, but his voice grew steadier.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter if you know or not."

He turned his head and looked at Shen Zhou.

"Master, let's go."

Shen Zhou nodded slightly, put away his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear, and his nine spirit rings receded.

The pressure in the courtyard suddenly lessened, and many people let out a long sigh of relief.

"Dai Hao."

Shen Zhou looked at the White Tiger Duke and said calmly, "I am taking Huo Yun'er and her son away today. Do you have any objections?"

Dai Hao opened his mouth, his gaze falling on Huo Yun'er.

Huo Yun'er had not spoken a word from beginning to end. She stood quietly beside the Golden Crocodile Douluo, wrapped in her fox fur coat, her expression calm.

Her gaze towards Dai Hao held no resentment, no hatred, not even a ripple of emotion.

It was as if she were looking at a stranger.

On that night ten years ago, she thought this man had at least liked her a little.

Later, she realized it was merely a moment of impulse after drinking.

Over the years, she had raised Yuhao alone in the woodshed, enduring illness and hunger by herself, never daring to hope that this man would look back at her.

Now, she no longer hoped.

"Yun'er..."

Dai Hao called out, his voice hoarser than before.

Huo Yun'er curtsied slightly, performing a standard maid's bow.

"Your Grace, take care."

These simple five words were Huo Yun'er's last to Dai Hao.

Dai Hao's lips trembled violently, his eyes reddened, and he said nothing more.

He turned around, facing the direction of the main courtyard hall, his back to everyone.

"Let's go."

Qian Daoliu turned first, followed by Golden Crocodile Douluo, Guang Ling, and the others.

Shen Zhou held Huo Yuhao's hand, Golden Crocodile Douluo supported Huo Yun'er, and the group passed through the courtyard gate, leaving the White Tiger Duke Mansion without looking back.

Behind them, Dai Hao's voice drifted over, low and bitter.

"What I owe you... I will never be able to repay in this lifetime."

No one turned back.

Outside the courtyard gate, heavy snow began to fall once more.

The moment Huo Yuhao stepped out of the Duke Mansion's main gate, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He looked back at the vermilion gate, where the five large characters "White Tiger Duke Mansion" appeared particularly glaring amidst the snow.

"What is it?"

Shen Zhou asked.

Huo Yuhao shook his head, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly to reveal a smile of relief.

"Nothing, Master."

"I just feel... the air outside is truly wonderful."

Shen Zhou patted his head and laughed, "You'll find it even better in the future."

The group stepped through the fresh snow, heading toward the Martial Soul Hall Academy that rose abruptly to the east.

White jade steps and golden-tiled roofs shimmered brilliantly under the reflection of the snow.

Above the main entrance, the four characters "Martial Soul Hall Academy" emitted a faint glow, as if welcoming their first student.

Back in the main courtyard of the White Tiger Duke Mansion, Dai Hao remained standing with his back to the gate, motionless.

On the steps, the First Madam, Zhu Wan, had stood up at some point.

She did not cry or throw a tantrum like an ordinary woman; instead, she expressionlessly straightened her disheveled clothes, her dark green eyes fixed intently on the direction of the courtyard gate.

The aura of a level 69 Soul Emperor rose slowly from her body, and six soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and two black—rotated silently around her.

With her Hell Spirit Cat Martial Soul Possession active, her ten fingers extended into sharp, inch-long claws that glinted with a chilling, cold light.

"Husband."

Zhu Wan spoke, her voice surprisingly calm yet permeated with a bone-chilling coldness.

"Are you just going to let them leave like that?"

Dai Hao did not turn around, speaking to her back: "And what else?

Do you want me to keep them here?

With what?

With your level 69, or my level 89, to confront a Titled Douluo who possesses two hundred-thousand-year soul rings?"

"The seven people behind him—each of their auras is not beneath mine."

Dai Hao finally turned around, his tiger eyes bloodshot as he looked at his wife.

"Zhu Wan, I am telling you—from today on, you are not to cause any more trouble for Huo Yun'er and her son.

Your Zhu Family and my Dai Family cannot withstand the wrath of that senior."

Zhu Wan narrowed her eyes, slowly retracting her sharp claws.

"That senior... what is his background?"

"I don't know."

Dai Hao shook his head, "But he calls himself the Dean of Martial Soul Academy."

"Martial Soul Academy?"

Zhu Wan frowned deeply, "I have never heard of such a faction."

"So you had best have your family investigate it. Until you find out clearly, do not act rashly."

Zhu Wan fell silent.

Though arrogant, she was not stupid.

A Titled Douluo with two hundred-thousand-year soul rings, backed by seven companions of unfathomable strength—such a force was certainly not to be trifled with.

Provoking them recklessly would indeed be unwise.

"Fine."

Zhu Wan nodded and turned to walk back toward the hall, stopping abruptly when she reached the entrance.

"However, Husband, there is one thing I must remind you of."

"What?"

"That child, Yuhao... what Martial Soul he awakened, neither you nor I know."

"But for him to be chosen as a disciple by a Titled Douluo, I fear it is not a simple Spirit Eye."

"If he grows up in the future..."