The Son of Destiny, Huo Yuhao (Seeking Recommendations, Seeking Collections)

Xu Jiujiu watched Liu Lin leave the banquet hall and withdrew her gaze.

She walked to a corner of the banquet hall and waited quietly for Liu Lin's return.

On the other side, Liu Lin stepped out through a side door. The cool night air swept away the lingering scent of alcohol from the banquet hall.

Liu Lin took a deep breath, clearing his head significantly.

"Why aren't you sitting inside with your fiancée?" A voice drifted from his spiritual sea into Liu Lin's ears.

Hearing the woman's voice, Liu Lin explained, "Naturally, I came out to find someone. It's a rare opportunity; otherwise, I wouldn't have an excuse to be here."

Within the spiritual sea, a golden-haired, red-eyed woman lay on a chair, listening to Liu Lin.

She asked with some confusion, "Who are you looking for?"

"When the steward brought me in earlier, I used the Eye of Destiny to spot someone with immense fortune. I want to find him."

Hearing the Three-Eyed Golden Ni's question, Liu Lin fabricated a reasonable excuse for seeking out Huo Yuhao.

He wanted to take this chance to get to know Huo Yuhao and offer him some help, hoping to bring him under his wing in the future.

After all, Huo Yuhao's research into soul tools was formidable; it would be a waste not to utilize his value.

But if, despite his intervention, Huo Yuhao still ended up as Tang San's dog, then he would have no choice but to suppress him.

The Three-Eyed Golden Ni nodded upon hearing Liu Lin's words.

"Then let's hurry. If the banquet ends, we won't have an excuse to linger."

"Mm, let's go."

Liu Lin nodded, left the White Tiger Duke Mansion's banquet hall, and walked a distance into the estate.

Seeing a servant, Liu Lin stopped him and asked for directions to the living quarters of the Duke's concubines.

As a transmigrator, Liu Lin knew that Huo Yuhao and his mother lived as the White Tiger Duke's concubines, so he asked directly.

The servant saw Liu Lin's luxurious attire and assumed he was a distinguished guest of the Duke, so he dared not be negligent and respectfully pointed the way.

Liu Lin thanked the servant for the directions.

The servant, seeing Liu Lin thank him, bowed in fear and trembling, saying, "It is my honor to serve you, My Lord."

Liu Lin waved his hand and left, heading in the direction indicated.

As Liu Lin followed the path, he found it becoming increasingly remote. The lights grew sparse, and the surroundings felt desolate.

Just as Liu Lin arrived, he suddenly heard the sound of fists and feet striking flesh from a corner of the courtyard, accompanied by muffled groans and the curses of several men.

Liu Lin couldn't help but frown. He stepped forward and saw several servants surrounding a person, kicking and punching him while shouting things like, "Who told you to steal food?"

Dai Huabin stood to the side with his arms crossed, watching the scene with excitement.

At this moment, the expression on his face was a far cry from the one he wore in the banquet hall.

He no longer looked gloomy or jealous; instead, he wore a cruel, cathartic pleasure, as if the person under his feet was not a human, but merely an outlet for his frustrations.

Liu Lin walked up. When Dai Huabin saw him, he paused for a moment before waving the servants to stop.

He greeted Liu Lin, introduced himself, and explained that this illegitimate son had stolen food from the kitchen, so he was teaching him a lesson.

Dai Huabin's tone was casual, as if he were discussing the weather.

"Viscount Liu, I am Dai Huabin, the second son of the White Tiger Duke," Dai Huabin said with a smile.

"I am punishing him mainly because he stole food from the banquet hall. A lowly bastard like him deserves to be beaten to death for such an act."

Liu Lin heard Dai Huabin's words and looked at the blue-haired boy being trampled by the servants.

Realizing this boy was Huo Yuhao, he said, "Young Master Dai, isn't this a bit too harsh? Having several grown men beat a child who looks less than six years old?"

"Viscount Liu, it seems you intend to meddle in other people's business." The smile vanished from Dai Huabin's face.

"Mm, you're beating him simply because you were frustrated by your brother, aren't you? You just want to vent your emotions here."

The smile on Dai Huabin's face froze instantly, as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water.

His face turned dark, and his eyes filled with malice.

The next moment, he violently released his martial soul. A phantom of a white tiger appeared behind him, and he roared as he lunged at Liu Lin.

However, with a cultivation level that had just awakened his martial soul and was not even at the tenth rank, how could he possibly be a match for Liu Lin?

Liu Lin didn't even bother to manifest his own martial soul. He raised his hand and slapped Dai Huabin across the face, sending him flying to crash heavily onto the ground.

The servants hurriedly released Huo Yuhao and rushed to help Dai Huabin up.

They were at a loss; having just heard Dai Huabin call the other man a Viscount, they knew they couldn't afford to offend such a person.

Dai Huabin was helped up, clutching his swollen cheek, and glared at Liu Lin with venomous eyes.

"Liu Lin, you only rely on having cultivated three years longer than me. Just you wait, I will definitely defeat you."

After delivering this threat, he took his servants and slunk away.

Liu Lin clapped his hands and turned to look at the blue-haired boy, who had already climbed to his feet.

He was crouching on the ground, picking up the scattered food. Once he had gathered it all, he wiped the dust off the steamed bun against the corner of his clothes before stuffing it into his tunic, his movements as practiced as if he had done it countless times.

After picking up the food from the ground, the youth looked up at Liu Lin, who had saved him.

Only then did Liu Lin see his appearance clearly: the boy was six or seven years old, his body as thin as a monkey's, with not a single patch of flesh to be found anywhere on him.

His cheekbones protruded sharply, and his deep blue hair was matted and messy against his forehead, clearly having not been groomed in a long time.

Once the boy had stowed the food away, he bowed respectfully toward Liu Lin and offered a grateful word of thanks.

Liu Lin helped the youth in front of him to his feet, shook his head, and said, "It's nothing. I just felt that what he did was going too far."

"Also, what is your name? Where is your mother? I will take you to find her."

Upon hearing Liu Lin's question, the blue-haired youth shook his head and said, "My name is Dai Yuhao, and my mother is in that house over there."

As he spoke, Huo Yuhao pointed his finger toward a dilapidated shack in the corner.

Hearing Huo Yuhao's name, Liu Lin nodded, thinking it would be enough to reveal his own name so that Huo Yuhao would remember him.

Suddenly, Huo Yuhao's voice rang out, interrupting Liu Lin's thoughts.

"Um, what is your name? Thank you for saving me today; I will repay your kindness in the future."