Haodong Three Ultimates

"I don't know."

"Neither do I."

Bai Haoze and Bai Zhicen, both dressed in Spirit Pagoda uniforms reminiscent of Esdeath, spread their hands in helpless resignation.

Although both were raised within the Spirit Pagoda, their knowledge of its founder, Huo Yuhao, was no greater than anyone else's, limited strictly to widely circulated legends and deeds.

After all, Huo Yuhao was a figure from ten thousand years ago; who would go out of their way to obsess over his Innate Soul Power?

Compared to that, the two were more concerned by the fact that the two little ones before them were being far too insolent.

Calling him "Tang San" one moment and "Huo Yuhao" the next, they showed absolutely none of the reverence due to deities.

It wasn't that they were fanatics like those at Shrek Academy; they simply felt that since these two were seniors who had ascended to godhood, addressing them so casually was, in the end, quite inappropriate.

Seeing that the two couldn't answer, Na'er didn't dwell on it. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze drifting back to the text on the light screen.

Seeing this, An Lan swiped his fingertip across the screen, pointing to another line of text, and scoffed, "Look at this. It's written so ridiculously. They're blatantly trying to tie the origins of Soul Spirit technology to Shrek Academy. They have absolutely no shame."

"And here." He pointed to another line, rolling his eyes. "'Xuan Zi had a discerning eye and was dedicated to his duties'—that is pure nonsense."

"Who doesn't know that old geezer Xuan Zi? He's incapable of accomplishing anything, but excels at ruining everything." An Lan cracked open a yogurt, took a sip, and let his words cut deep. "Take this 'discerning eye' for example. When Huo Yuhao first entered Shrek, he fought with everything he had to earn a spot as a core disciple, only for that dog-eyed fool to casually strike his name off the list."

"And as for being 'dedicated to his duties,' don't make your brother An Lan laugh." An Lan sneered. "It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call Xuan Zi a Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult."

"The first time, he led twelve elite inner-court disciples to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt for soul rings. And the result? He got drunk and neglected his duties, losing track of his disciples. This led the team to encounter a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, resulting in eight deaths and four severe injuries—he nearly wiped out that entire generation of Shrek's elite seedlings."

"The second time was even more absurd! He led the Shrek Academy team to Star Luo City for the Soul Master Tournament, passing through the Mingdou Mountain Range to suppress the evil soul master 'Death Messenger.' And what did this old geezer do? He was busy binge-drinking again at the critical moment, leaving his disciples to fend for themselves. And the result?"

An Lan swallowed hard and continued, "The team suffered one death and six maimed, every single one of them wounded! Not only did the 'Death Messenger' escape unscathed right under his nose, but he also managed to kidnap Huo Yuhao—can you believe that?"

"Then... was this 'Death Messenger' very powerful?" Na'er guessed.

After all, Xuan Zi was a level 98 Super Douluo; for someone to escape him unscathed, their cultivation couldn't be low.

If the opponent was level 98, they wouldn't need to run from Xuan Zi, so they must have been level 97.

For the Shrek Academy team to only lose one person when facing a level 97 super evil soul master was actually quite impressive.

That was what Na'er thought.

An Lan took another sip of yogurt and slowly spat out two words: "Soul King."

"A, a Soul King?" Na'er's eyes widened.

A Soul King managed to escape in front of a level 98 Xuan Zi? Wouldn't Xuan Zi have crushed him into meat paste just by releasing his pressure?

"That's a relief, that's a relief." She suddenly patted her small chest, leaned back against the sofa, and looked relieved. "It's a good thing I didn't agree when that uncle wanted to take me as his apprentice the day before yesterday. Shrek Academy is just too heaven-defying."

As soon as she finished speaking, Na'er turned her head and saw that the siblings Bai Haoze and Bai Zhicen were listening with great interest, and couldn't help but feel curious: "Big Sister Bai, Little Sister Bai, do you two really not know these things about our Spirit Pagoda's founder?"

Bai Haoze and Bai Zhicen shook their heads in unison.

Both possessed stunning beauty; anyone who saw them would have to exclaim: what a pair of twin lotus flowers!

Na'er pressed further: "Then what do you know? You can't possibly know nothing at all."

Bai Zhicen frowned slightly, her eyes darting around as if she had thought of something incredibly fun, and she said excitedly: "I know the Haodong Three Ultimates!"

An Lan and Bai Haoze's expressions changed upon hearing this, but Na'er became interested and asked curiously: "What are the Haodong Three Ultimates?"

Bai Zhicen stood up, struck a pose, and performed with great emotion:

"Winter-Longing Fist, longing like a gushing spring!" She clenched her fists, swung her arms with force, and wore an expression of bitter, deep affection.

"Winter-Yearning Sword, yearning that never fades!!" She held her right hand in a sword gesture, soul power surging at her fingertips to condense a phantom light, tears "plop" falling down, her body trembling with effort.

"Haodong Palm, for life after life!!" She slowly pushed out both palms, the light in them intensifying, her body leaning back to look at the sky, her face wearing a look of "extreme affection" and resolve, finally shouting at the top of her lungs, "Dong'er, Dong'er, Dong'er!"

After finishing the sequence of movements, Bai Zhicen flicked her sleeves, still feeling unfulfilled, and looked at everyone with great anticipation.

But An Lan, Bai Haoze, and Na'er were already wearing masks of agony.

Na'er bared her teeth; at this moment, she just wanted to give her own big-mouthed self from a minute ago a hard slap.

She leaned weakly against the sofa, completely wilted, looking burnt out, and complained to Bai Zhicen listlessly: "Little Sister Bai, when you do these moves... don't you feel embarrassed?"

"Uh..." The smile on Bai Zhicen's face froze, and she laughed awkwardly, "A, a little, I guess..."

As she spoke, she leaned toward Bai Haoze, but Bai Haoze moved away sharply, as if afraid of being touched by something filthy, creating a direct distance between them.

Bai Zhicen: "..."

She fell silent.

At this moment, Bai Haoze had only one thought: this sister is beyond saving.

The expression on Bai Zhicen's face completely collapsed. She moved to the corner of the sofa without a word, buried her head in her knees, and radiated an aura of pure "emo."

An Lan opened another bottle of yogurt and took a deep gulp to calm his nerves.

After a long while, he finally recovered, sighed helplessly at Bai Haoze, and comforted her: "It's okay, Big Sister Bai, Little Sister Bai can still be salvaged with a good wash, and if that doesn't work..."

He paused and continued, "She is still your own sister."

At this moment, An Lan felt the urge to prepare some insulin for himself.

Inside the mecha's front cabin, light and shadow swirled. Le Lingzhao watched the footage coming from the light screen and listened to the audio, laughing until she shook.

"Hahaha." She turned to look at Leng Qingning, "I'm dying of laughter, Qingning. I never expected your little Bai to have such a cute side."

The corners of Leng Qingning's mouth curled up slightly as she shook her head helplessly.

She saw through Bai Zhicen's intentions at a glance—knowing she and Le Lingzhao were absent, she was deliberately teasing the two children, An Lan and Na'er.

Still, it was truly unbearable; even if you beat her to death, she could never create a soul skill like that.