Huo Yuhao's "Fortuitous Opportunity"

The old steward beside them could no longer hold back. He cried out in shock, staring fixedly at the soul bone, his Adam's apple bobbing as undisguised greed and fervor filled his eyes.

That was a soul bone!

A supreme treasure coveted in the dreams of countless soul masters across the entire Douluo Continent!

A high-quality soul bone was enough to make a great clan fight to the death over it. It could change the fate of a soul master's entire life!

And judging by the energy fluctuations emanating from this soul bone, its age was definitely not low, and its quality was the absolute best of the best!

Wang Dong'er was stunned as well.

At Shrek Academy, she had only heard of the preciousness of soul bones from books and her teachers' explanations.

It was said that even Shrek Academy's own stores contained only a few soul bones worth mentioning. Every one of them was reserved as the highest reward, and only inner court disciples who had made tremendous contributions to the academy had the slightest chance of obtaining one.

Yet now, such a priceless treasure had appeared right before her eyes.

Yu Chen's reaction, however, was very calm.

He merely lowered his head for a glance, picked up the scorching soul bone, and weighed it in his hand.

Then, under Wang Dong'er and the old steward's horrified gazes, he made a move that nearly made their eyes pop out.

With a flick of his wrist, he lightly tossed the crimson soul bone—enough to stir up a bloody storm—as though he were throwing a stone, in Wang Dong'er's direction.

"Ah!"

Wang Dong'er cried out and frantically reached out to catch it.

The soul bone landed in her palm with a warm touch. It felt heavy, and the energy fluctuations coming from it made her entire arm go numb.

Holding this priceless soul bone, she went completely blank, her mind empty.

He... he threw the soul bone to me?

Just like that... he tossed it over?

"Keep it and play with it."

Yu Chen's emotionless voice rang out.

"It's useless to me."

Wang Dong'er held the soul bone and stared blankly at him. Her lips moved, but she could not say a single word.

Useless?

This was a soul bone!

She could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest. The soul bone in her hand seemed like a red-hot branding iron, scorching her until she did not know what to do.

"This... this is too precious..."

Only after a long while did she recover her voice, stammering out those few words. Her cheeks had flushed red from excitement and panic.

Yu Chen raised his eyes, his gaze falling upon her pretty face, which was filled with helplessness. His tone remained calm, yet it carried an unquestionable authority.

"My woman can afford anything in this world."

"There will be plenty better than this in the future."

A warm current, as if alive, surged wildly through his limbs and bones.

His broken bones itched, while his torn meridians seemed to be gently smoothed over by countless warm little hands. The numb, tingling sensation nearly made him moan aloud.

Huo Yuhao abruptly opened his eyes.

"Whew—"

He exhaled a breath of stale air tinged with a faint golden glow, which silently dissipated within this high-grade cultivation room specially prepared for Shrek Academy's inner court disciples.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

They were completely unharmed.

He moved his shoulders and twisted his neck. His joints crackled sharply, brimming with strength.

The injuries he had suffered several days ago—when the man called Thunder Dragon had forced him to kneel and cough blood with nothing more than a glance, severely damaging his internal organs—had actually... completely healed?!

No, they had not merely healed.

Huo Yuhao could clearly "see" the soul power within him, like a rising tide, surging and roaring as it washed through every inch of his meridians. His soul power, originally just above level twenty, had now reached the bottleneck of level twenty-nine. He was only one step away from becoming a true Grand Soul Master!

This speed...

Even Huo Yuhao himself was dumbfounded.

Subconsciously, he activated his Spirit Eyes martial soul.

The next moment, the world before his eyes changed.

It was no longer merely made up of objects and colors.

Countless specks of light invisible to the naked eye floated through the air—red ones representing the fire element, blue ones representing the water element... The moonlight stones embedded in the cultivation room's walls were no longer mere lighting tools in his eyes. Instead, they were cores radiating gentle energy, with streams of soul power slowly flowing within them.

He turned to look toward the door.

Outside, two powerful sources of soul power were approaching.

One was warm and refined as jade, its circulating soul power carrying an aura of righteous grandeur. It was Senior Brother Bei Bei.

The other's soul power fluctuations were more complex, like an intricate net. That was Teacher Wang Yan.

He could actually... directly "see" the form and attributes of soul power?!

"Creak—"

The door was pushed open.

"Little junior brother, how are you feeling today?" Bei Bei entered carrying a food box, concern on his face.

Teacher Wang Yan, following behind him, also nodded, his gaze landing on Huo Yuhao, who had already risen from the meditation cushion.

Then, both of them froze.

"Yuhao, your... your injuries?" The food box in Bei Bei's hands nearly slipped from his grasp, his eyes widening.

Teacher Wang Yan rushed forward in several strides. He grabbed Huo Yuhao's wrist, sending a stream of soul power into his body. The expression on his face shifted from surprise, to shock, and finally to utter disbelief.

"His meridians have completely healed, and his soul power... his soul power has become several times stronger! This... how is that possible?!"

Even Wang Yan's voice had changed pitch.

No one knew better than him how severe Huo Yuhao's injuries had been. They were internal injuries forcibly inflicted by an overwhelmingly tyrannical pressure. Without at least a month of careful recovery, he should not even have been able to get out of bed.

But now...

It had only been a few days?

Seeing their shocked expressions, an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and pride surged from the depths of Huo Yuhao's heart.

He withdrew his hand and straightened his back, his face bearing a pride that even he himself had not noticed.

"Senior Brother Bei Bei, Teacher Wang Yan, I told you I would not fall."

His voice was not loud, but it carried an unusual fervor.

"What is a minor injury like that? It will only become the driving force that makes me stronger! That Thunder Dragon... did he think he had won? No! He merely showed me the path ahead!"

Bei Bei opened his mouth, looking at the utterly transformed Huo Yuhao, unsure what to say for a moment.

The Huo Yuhao before him had a fanatical flame burning in his eyes. It made him feel somewhat unfamiliar, even... uneasy.

"Yuhao, calm down. Your soul power is growing far too... far too abnormally." Bei Bei frowned. "Could something have gone wrong with your cultivation?"

"A problem?"

As though he had heard the greatest joke in the world, Huo Yuhao suddenly laughed.

"Ha ha ha! Senior Brother, you think this is a problem? No! This is not a problem! This is talent! This is the true talent of me, Huo Yuhao, suppressed for more than ten years and finally erupting in a single burst!"