Huo Yuhao: You Can Get Lost Now (Part 2)

Huo Yuhao walked up with his hands in his pockets and kicked the youth squarely in the chest, sending him sprawling back onto the ground.

He chose to ignore the strange, slightly protruding sensation against his foot.

The youth coughed violently, turned over, and propped himself up on the ground as if trying to rise. Huo Yuhao had no intention of letting him go; he stepped forward and pressed his left foot onto the youth's back, applying a gentle pressure to pin him down. "You lost."

His strength was immense, certainly no less than that of a power-type Soul Emperor.

"Get up right now!" the youth shouted angrily, though his eyes were filled with nothing but defiance and resentment.

Huo Yuhao ground his foot down harder, forcing the youth into closer contact with the dirt.

"Get one thing straight: you're the one begging me now, so you'd better watch your tone. I don't mind keeping this up, but it's not me who's losing face."

"Who lost!" The youth struggled desperately, but the disparity in strength was simply too great; his efforts were futile.

Huo Yuhao curled his lip, though the pressure from his foot remained heavy. "Refusing to admit defeat? I haven't even activated my Martial Soul yet. If I were you, I'd recognize the gap between us a little more clearly."

"You... you dare step on me?! I'll kill you!" As he said this, a golden trident symbol faintly flickered on his forehead, hidden beneath his bangs.

To Huo Yuhao's surprise, the killing intent in the youth's voice was genuine.

Perhaps this was something he truly did often...

At that moment, Electrolux's voice resonated.

"Yuhao, there is something truly strange about this tomboy. I can sense a powerful divine consciousness protecting her. You had better release her first."

Huo Yuhao was startled. "Teacher, are you saying she has an existence similar to yours within her?"

Electrolux's voice was grave. "Yes... and the level is not low. I fear even in my prime, I could not contend with it. Handle this with caution and take care not to become entangled with her. Stay away from her!"

If his teacher held this person in such high regard, it proved that something was definitely wrong with this individual.

Dressing as a boy for no reason while harboring a powerful divine consciousness—that spoke volumes.

Adhering to the principle that not suffering a loss is a gain, Huo Yuhao lifted his foot and retreated two steps, remaining vigilant.

Once the youth scrambled up from the ground, Huo Yuhao's cold voice cut through the air.

"Originally, I could have fulfilled those inexplicable demands of yours—not out of fear, but out of respect for a future roommate."

As he said this, Huo Yuhao's tone turned icy, cold enough to make the youth shiver; it felt as if the mere sound of his voice carried an indescribable chill that pierced the soul.

"But now, it seems... you are not worthy of my respect."

Huo Yuhao's voice grew louder. "Now, take your things and get out! Don't let me see you stay in this dormitory! Just as you said earlier, for every day you remain in this room, I will beat you, until you are driven out!"

"Waaah... you... you're a bully... I'm going to find Big Daddy and Second Daddy to kill you! Waaaah..."

To everyone's surprise, the youth actually burst into tears right there.

With snot and tears streaming down, he cried like a little girl, completely abandoning his image. His already dirty face looked like a tear-streaked kitten.

Huo Yuhao snorted coldly, feeling not a shred of sympathy. "Crying? Crying counts as part of the time! Now, take your things and get lost!"

Seemingly frightened by Huo Yuhao, the youth gritted his teeth, struggling to hold back his sobs. After a long moment, he managed to choke out a single sentence.

"...Just you wait!"

Though his words were sharp, his body was honest; he ran back into the dormitory building first, presumably to pack his belongings.

Huo Yuhao gave a disdainful snort and walked back to the dormitory with his hands behind his head, swaggering all the way.

The elderly gatekeeper at the dormitory entrance watched Huo Yuhao's departing back with burning eyes, his gaze narrowing into a slit.

One could see a flash of depth, accumulated through time and experience, within his dim, yellowing eyes, along with a hint of complexity.

He had finally found a genius capable of inheriting his mantle.

To defeat a Great Soul Master—one with a soul ring exceeding the standard age limit—with bare hands? The talent was undeniable, but the temperament was too rigid; it still needed tempering.

His lips moved slightly, but his voice echoed in the Dean's office thousands of meters away: "Shaoze, handle this matter personally. Make sure this princess of the Clear Sky Sect behaves herself at Shrek Academy! If she can't, move her to the girls' dormitory. If she continues to stir up trouble, have the Clear Sky Sect take her back."

Yan Shaozhe, who was drinking tea in his office, jumped at the telepathic message. Though he found it strange that the cross-dressing princess of the Clear Sky Sect would warrant such attention from his teacher, he responded instinctively.

"Yes, Teacher, I will handle it at once!"

Dormitory 207.

Watching Huo Yuhao sit leisurely on the edge of the bed, seemingly waiting for him to leave, the youth with powder-blue hair gritted his teeth. He looked back reluctantly at the dormitory he had worked so hard to clean.

A trace of regret welled up in his heart. If he had just spoken nicely, would things have ended up this deadlocked? But if he stayed, wouldn't he just be beaten by him every day?

Although the youth had some confidence in his own strength, he couldn't even defeat the Radiant Goddess Butterfly Martial Soul; what difference would it make if he used the Clear Sky Hammer?

Could he be a Soul Grandmaster? But could a Soul Grandmaster beat him up without even using a Martial Soul?

Was he really a freshman?

He wanted to say something to salvage the situation, but after catching sight of Huo Yuhao's cold, emotionless blue eyes, he couldn't help but shiver.

Better to leave; perhaps he could even get a single room... Comforting himself with this thought, the youth used his storage soul tool to pack all his belongings.

As he reached the door, Huo Yuhao's leisurely voice drifted over: "Oh, right, thanks for cleaning the dorm. Don't let the door hit you on the way out. I hope you find a better roommate."

The youth clenched his fists, spun around abruptly, and glared at Huo Yuhao. "My name is Wang Dong! You'd better remember it—I will definitely defeat you!"

Huo Yuhao clapped his hands perfunctorily and said, "You're really amazing."

Watching Huo Yuhao's expression, Wang Dong's face flushed red with anger. She turned and left the dormitory, deliberately slamming the door shut on her way out.

Incompetent rage... Huo Yuhao curled his lip and turned to start packing his things.

Dormitory 108.

Lan Xuanyu lay on his bed, rubbing the injury on his inner thigh.

Shrek Academy in this era was far worse than it was in his own! Not to mention the density of the Heaven and Earth Origin Power, just look at this dormitory environment. Back then, their dorms were a villa complex surrounding Sea God Lake! They had every kind of cultivation environment imaginable, but now? It was just a small double room that felt like a prison cell.

Charging such expensive tuition fees just to have students live in a dump like this?

But what puzzled him most was, where had Huo Yuhao gone? He hadn't joined the Tang Sect, and he hadn't been able to find any information about him within Shrek Academy...

Just as his thoughts were swirling, the dormitory door was abruptly pushed open.

Lan Xuanyu instinctively sat up; it must be his roommate.

Walking in was a head of somewhat familiar... powder-blue hair...