First Meeting with One-Third Tang Wutong

Following the old man's instructions, Huo Yuhao quickly found his dormitory.

He pulled the key from his Spirit Guidance Device, inserted it into the lock, and pushed the door open.

A cloud of long-settled dust billowed out to meet him. Caught off guard, Huo Yuhao scrambled to the side, narrowly avoiding a mouthful of grit.

"Cough, cough, cough." Even so, he was still left hacking as he stepped into the room.

A quick glance revealed a cramped, dilapidated space containing nothing but two wooden beds and a wobbly table.

The entire room reeked of decay.

"Shrek charges so much money every year, and this is the kind of dorm they give students?" Huo Yuhao frowned.

He scanned the room, feeling absolutely no desire to stay in such a place.

"I might as well rent a place outside the school; it'll be more convenient for whatever I need to do in the future."

Having made up his mind, Huo Yuhao turned to leave.

Just then, a young man appeared at the doorway. The two stood face-to-face, both momentarily stunned.

The youth was delicate and fair-skinned, with striking, pale pinkish-blue eyes that looked exceptionally bright. His neat, short hair was the same color, and his handsome features were in no way inferior to Huo Yuhao's.

"Wang Dong?" Huo Yuhao was startled. He hadn't expected to run into him so coincidentally.

"Move!" The youth glared at him with a hint of arrogance.

Huo Yuhao couldn't be bothered to engage with him—he wasn't planning on living here anyway—so he stepped aside and prepared to walk away.

Wang Dong entered the room, took one look at the environment, and pulled a face of disgust. He called out to Huo Yuhao without a shred of politeness: "Hey, are you a new student too? Clean this place up. It's so filthy, how is anyone supposed to live here?"

Huo Yuhao didn't feel like humoring him: "Clean it yourself. I have things to do, I'm leaving."

Wang Dong said indignantly: "Aren't you in this dorm? Hurry up and finish cleaning; I need to cultivate. Oh, and since we're roommates, I have to set some ground rules. First, no bringing people back without permission. Second, no walking around the dorm naked. Third, no snoring while sleeping..."

Huo Yuhao looked at him with surprise: "Are you sick?"

Wang Dong was confused: "What do you mean? I'm not sick."

Huo Yuhao looked perplexed: "If you aren't sick, why are you bossing me around? Am I your father? Why would I indulge you? I'm not living here anymore, so suit yourself."

Wang Dong immediately understood what Huo Yuhao meant. Having been pampered since childhood, he had never suffered such humiliation.

His face flushed red: "How dare you insult me! What's your name? If you're a man, have the guts to step outside—let's settle this one-on-one."

Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow, let out a soft scoff, and gave him a meaningful look: "My name is Huo Yuhao. As for whether I'm a man, I can prove that anytime. As for you... I'm not so sure."

As he spoke, his gaze lingered on Wang Dong.

Wang Dong felt a jolt of alarm. Could this guy have noticed something?

He feigned composure and said: "My name is Wang Dong. Get out there! I'm going to teach you a lesson today and show you what a real man is!"

With that, Wang Dong marched out first. Huo Yuhao shrugged indifferently and followed him out.

The two arrived at the open space outside the dormitory. By the main entrance, the old man lounging in his rocking chair, soaking up the sun, lifted his head slightly. He watched the direction of Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong with keen interest, muttering to himself: "Now, this is interesting."

Wang Dong's expression was grim. He crooked a finger at Huo Yuhao in provocation: "To deal with trash like you, I don't even need to use my Spirit Soul."

Huo Yuhao remained unmoved, his face expressionless: "Ladies first. Please."

Wang Dong gritted his teeth. This guy—he keeps making double entendres. Did he really see through my disguise?

Without further thought, an angry Wang Dong tapped his toes against the ground. His body suddenly transformed into a streak of blue light, cutting through the air like lightning as he charged at Huo Yuhao.

A look of disdain curled the corner of Huo Yuhao's mouth. His hands moved in a blur, forming a series of strange seals. A second later, he whispered: "Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!"

Huo Yuhao placed his right hand in a claw shape near his lips, his chest swelled, and he spat out a massive fireball.

Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu, a C-rank ninjutsu.

During Sasuke's time in Team 7, the Fireball Jutsu could even be considered his signature technique.

By gathering chakra—or in this case, Spirit Power—in the throat and exhaling a massive ball of fire, it could blast enemies into the air. It was the basic fire technique for members of the Uchiha Clan.

The power was immense.

Facing the massive fireball Huo Yuhao had suddenly spat out, Wang Dong's face changed drastically. Because of his momentum, it was impossible to dodge. A second later, a pair of enormous blue butterfly wings bloomed behind Wang Dong, shielding him tightly.

Radiant Goddess Butterfly, Spirit Manifestation!

Even so, Wang Dong was sent flying backward as if struck by a cannonball, skidding nearly ten meters before he could barely steady himself.

The once-beautiful blue butterfly wings were now scorched black, clearly having sustained significant damage.

The wings slowly unfolded, and Wang Dong's pretty face was covered in soot.

"Cough, cough, cough." He hacked repeatedly.

"Those who insult others should expect to be insulted in return. Judging by your tone, I thought you had some real strength, but it seems you're nothing more than this. Truly weak."

"I don't intend to live in that dorm. Don't be blind enough to provoke me again, or I won't be as easygoing as I was today."

Huo Yuhao shook his head with utter disdain and turned to walk toward the dormitory gate.

"Wait! You didn't even manifest your Spirit Soul or use a Spirit Skill—how did you do that?" Wang Dong stood up, asking with deep unwillingness.

"Could it be that you used a Spirit Guidance Device! You despicable guy!" Wang Dong seemed to have realized something, an expression of anger appearing on her face.

"Heh, a frog at the bottom of a well." Huo Yuhao couldn't be bothered to argue, leaving the dormitory area directly and leaving Wang Dong with nothing but his back.

Wang Dong stood where she was, nearly grinding her silver teeth to dust, and stomped her foot fiercely. "Bastard, Huo Yuhao, you despicable villain who uses a Spirit Guidance Device to ambush others! You just wait. Next time I see you, I will definitely beat you until you can't even take care of yourself. If I don't avenge this, my name isn't Wang Dong."

At the dormitory entrance, the old man sitting in the rocking chair watched the two fight, a glimmer of sharp light flashing through his half-closed eyes.

"A Spirit Guidance Device? No, that's not right. What kind of Spirit Guidance Device could be used right under my nose without a sound? It definitely wasn't a Spirit Guidance Device."

"But this kid, his Martial Soul clearly wasn't possessed. How did he do it?"

"Unless, it doesn't require possession? A Body Martial Soul?"

"If it were a Body Martial Soul, that would explain it, but what about that strange spirit skill?"

"What exactly is this kid's background? A Body Martial Soul, the Body Sect..."

"Each generation produces its own talents."

The old man seemed to sink back into some memories from the past, and he moved no more.