The young man in front looked a little stiff.
"I don't know either. Grandmaster only told me roughly where it was. He didn't tell me anything specific about the academy."
The three of them were Huo Yuhao, Xiao Wu, and Tang San, who had just graduated from Notting Academy.
When Tang San graduated, Grandmaster had told him to come to Shrek Academy. Huo Yuhao was also very interested in Shrek during its early days, while Xiao Wu was simply following Huo Yuhao. Wherever he went, she went.
"All right, we still have two days. Let's look around while we're here and find somewhere to stay," Huo Yuhao suggested, glancing around.
Xiao Wu immediately nodded. "Hurry, hurry! We've walked so far, I'm practically dead on my feet."
After wandering around for a while, the three of them found a conspicuous hotel. "Rose Hotel... Yuhao! Xiao San! Let's stay here!"
Tang San didn't mind where they stayed, but Huo Yuhao frowned at the hotel's unusual decor. Why did it feel so much like the couples' hotels from his previous life?
"Forget it, let's stay here!"
Seeing that the other two agreed, Huo Yuhao decided not to look for another place.
The three of them went to the counter, and Tang San spoke up. "Sorry to trouble you, but could you get us three rooms?"
The receptionist looked up. When he saw the two people behind Tang San, he froze for a moment.
"Three rooms?" He turned an inquiring gaze toward Huo Yuhao.
"Is there a problem?" Tang San asked, baffled.
Huo Yuhao held his forehead. The receptionist had probably mistaken Tang San for an ignorant servant.
He added, "Three rooms is fine."
The receptionist clearly didn't understand. He pretended to look down at the register, then looked up again with an apologetic expression.
"I'm sorry. I just checked, and there are only two rooms left."
"??"
Huo Yuhao stared blankly at the man, who knowingly blinked at him.
Now Xiao Wu was baffled. What was going on?
Then she waved her hand impatiently. "Two rooms it is. Yuhao and I have always slept together."
Tang San didn't say anything more. He nodded.
"Then two rooms."
The receptionist was about to do something when a voice interrupted him.
"Wait. I'll take one of those rooms."
The three of them turned toward the voice. Three people had appeared behind them and were walking toward the counter.
There was a man and two women. The man in the middle was tall, with golden hair reaching his waist, and had an arm around each woman. When Huo Yuhao saw those eyes, his pupils contracted.
Double pupils? Thinking of the members of the first Shrek Seven Devils, the man's identity immediately came to mind.
His ancestor, Dai Mubai.
Looking at how debauched he seemed, Huo Yuhao couldn't help shaking his head.
In his previous life, the White Tiger Clan had also taken wives and concubines. But whether it was Dai Hao, Dai Yueheng, or Dai Huabin, they had all put cultivation first.
As a direct descendant of the White Tiger Clan, how could he live in such wanton excess?
He wondered what his descendants would think if they knew their ancestor had been like this.
"Hey, we got here first," Tang San said, frowning slightly in warning.
"So what?"
"So what?? Believe it or not, I'll beat you up! Hurry up and get lost!" Seeing Dai Mubai's arrogance, Xiao Wu's fiery temper flared.
Dai Mubai raised an eyebrow and sized up the three of them. They looked much younger than he was, and he sneered in disdain.
"Oh? You're Soul Masters, are you? Then we'll settle this with our fists. If you beat me, the room is yours. Otherwise, get out."
"Um..."
The receptionist beside him was about to say something.
"Shut up. This is no place for you to speak. Call your manager. I'll cover all the damages."
Dai Mubai didn't give him a chance to say another word.
The receptionist had no choice but to hurry off to find his superior.
Dai Mubai turned his gaze back to Xiao Wu. "So, are all three of you coming at me together?"
"I'll handle this." Tang San stepped forward.
"Hmph, then you'll be first." As he spoke, Dai Mubai punched toward Tang San's chest.
As Dai Mubai attacked, a glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. He unleashed the Tang Sect's various secret techniques, and the two of them fought back and forth, leaving the hotel lobby in ruins.
Relying on the Tang Sect's secret techniques, Tang San actually gained the upper hand, despite neither of them using Soul Power. At that point, Dai Mubai had already lost.
"I lost, but leaving just like this wouldn't be satisfying... Time to get serious!"
Dai Mubai rolled his neck and wrists, then gave a sinister smile.
A hint of wickedness flashed in his eyes. He barked, "White Tiger, possess me!"
His muscles bulged, and his hair turned black and white. Fur sprouted on his hands, claws extended, and three Soul Rings—two yellow and one purple—slowly emerged.
"Dai Mubai, Martial Soul: White Tiger, Rank 37 Battle Soul Elder. Please advise me."
This genuinely startled Tang San. Dai Mubai had the second-highest Soul Power he had ever encountered. Huo Yuhao had reached the Soul Elder rank three years ago, but he still shouldn't be as high-ranked as the man in front of him. Tang San then revealed his Martial Soul as well, brimming with fighting spirit.
Huo Yuhao had always kept him suppressed before. This time, he wanted to find out whether everyone was really this strong!
"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, Rank 29 Tool Soul Grandmaster. Please advise me."
Just as the two were about to start the next round, Huo Yuhao spoke up.
"Xiao San, let me."
His calm words suppressed a deep disappointment.
He was disappointed in his ancestor for wasting his talent. Was this really how you treated your own gift!?
Why had the Dai Family thousands of years later regarded you as their standard!?
To copy your arm around a woman on each side? Your endless revelry night after night? Your bullying of the weak?
He felt that Dai Huabin, Dai Yueheng, and Dai Hao had all been let down.
Dai Mubai, who had spent his days idling and chasing pleasure in the Divine Realm, gradually merged with the man before his eyes.
He had once thought it was because the limits of his divine position left him no hope of rising further.
So this ancestor of his... had been like this all along!
Seeing Huo Yuhao's dark expression, Tang San didn't know what had happened, but he still nodded and stepped back.
He watched the two of them closely. Even if he couldn't fight himself, he could use this chance to see just how strong Huo Yuhao was!
On his deep-blue eyes, golden pupils and black rings appeared one after another. As Huo Yuhao stepped forward, three Soul Rings—two yellow and one purple—slowly rose around him.
"Huo Yuhao, Martial Soul: Dark Spirit Eye, Rank 39 Battle Soul Elder. Please advise me."
"Impossible! How old are you??"
Dai Mubai's pupils contracted, and he involuntarily took a step back.
The boy looked about the same age as Tang San, yet was ten ranks higher—even higher than he was.
Huo Yuhao gave a cold snort and stamped forward. The floor tiles shattered, and in the next instant he appeared in front of Dai Mubai, punching toward his face.
Although he moved quickly, Huo Yuhao deliberately slowed this punch down, giving Dai Mubai time to react.
Even so, Dai Mubai only had time to release his first Soul Skill. A white barrier enveloped his entire body.
But the next moment, he was dumbstruck. The barrier shattered at the slightest touch of Huo Yuhao's fist, bursting into countless specks of light.
Bang!
Dai Mubai flew backward and crashed to the ground, smashing the floor tiles and kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Cough, cough... How can you be this strong..."
Dai Mubai stared in shock at the figure beyond the dust.
"Show me everything you've got! What happened to your White Tiger Vajra Transformation!?"
Huo Yuhao roared again. Even Xiao Wu and Tang San beside him were startled. They had never seen him this angry.
"How do you know my Soul Skill??"
Huo Yuhao didn't answer. Of course he knew. In his previous life, hadn't every member of the Dai Family followed this benchmark when choosing their Soul Ring Configuration?
At Huo Yuhao's silent, mocking look, Dai Mubai gritted his teeth. "Don't underestimate me!!"
The purple Soul Ring flashed. His eyes immediately turned blood-red, and his body swelled again as rows of black stripes appeared across his skin.
Then he lunged at Huo Yuhao. The claws on his hands gleamed with silvery metal, reflecting Huo Yuhao's calm face.
A moment later, Huo Yuhao vanished from Dai Mubai's sight. Then sharp pain struck his waist.
A heavy blow sent him flying sideways once more, and he crashed into the sofa set nearby.