Future Sister?

The White Tiger Dagger traced a cold, sharp glint through the air.

Then it plunged with perfect precision into a clump of pale blue plant roots on the ground.

There was no struggle, not even the slightest sound.

The strange soul beast before him, which looked like mint but had layers upon layers of leaves, finally stopped its last faint twitch.

Its life force began to fade.

Huo Yuhao let out a breath, pulled out the White Tiger Dagger, and casually wiped the fragrant juice from its blade on the grass.

This was a rare mutated soul beast.

It was called Thousand-Leaf Mint.

Ordinary mint-type plants were harmless, but after mutating, this thing had not only reached a terrifying three hundred years of cultivation, but had even developed a rare spiritual attribute.

It could be said to be the optimal choice tailor-made for his current level.

Unfortunately, this three-hundred-year soul beast was currently in a more miserable state than even a stray dog.

Huo Yuhao looked around.

A few steps away, two middle-aged guards dressed in black stood respectfully.

These two had just crushed the wildly flailing Thousand-Leaf Mint like they were squeezing a chick, leaving it as a near-dead monster with only a sliver of health.

They had specifically saved it for him to land the final blow.

They pulled the monster, tanked the damage, and even made sure its health was locked at the end.

This was a straight-up high-level power-leveling run.

Huo Yuhao sighed inwardly.

In his previous life, he had worked himself to the bone typing at a computer, with barely any subscriptions to show for it. Now that he had transmigrated, he was actually getting top-tier VIP treatment.

As the Thousand-Leaf Mint died completely.

Specks of deep blue light began gathering over its shattered leaves.

Very quickly.

A Soul Ring radiating a pale yellow glow slowly floated into the air.

A Centennial Soul Ring.

The absorption process was absurdly simple.

Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged on the ground. He barely even deliberately circulated his breathing technique before he felt a gentle spiritual force enter through the center of his forehead.

All that pain from absorbing a Centennial Soul Ring described in the original work—the feeling of torn meridians, dizziness, and vertigo.

None of it happened.

It went so smoothly that it felt like copying a file of a few megabytes onto a flash drive.

Loading bar, full.

Done.

The reason Huo Yuhao absorbed it so easily was not because this Thousand-Leaf Mint had some hidden attribute.

It was because of his own Martial Soul.

Not only did he possess the body Martial Soul, Spirit Eyes, from the original setting.

With the preset benefits granted to transmigrators, his Martial Soul had undergone an outrageous composite mutation.

Eyes, plus brain.

As a result, although his Innate Soul Power remained the same goddamn Rank One as in the original, his spiritual strength and fault tolerance had reached a level ordinary people could not comprehend.

Processing the energy of a three-hundred-year Soul Ring was like using a top-tier graphics card to run an old game.

No pressure at all.

He even felt like laughing.

"Phew..."

A breeze drifted past.

Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes, and a concealed pale golden gleam flashed deep within his pupils.

A bright yellow Soul Ring pulsed up and down beneath his feet.

Rank Ten.

He had finally escaped the awkward stage of being a soul master with zero rings.

"How does it feel?"

A crisp, pleasant voice came from the side.

Without even turning around, Huo Yuhao felt a faint ache begin in his forehead just from hearing those three words.

He stood up and turned around.

A black-haired girl in an elegant, simple dress stood beneath the shade of a tree not far away, a gentle smile on her face.

It was Ju Zi.

For some reason, what should have been a beautiful and pleasing sight looked deeply wrong to Huo Yuhao.

Because the girl looked barely over ten years old.

Yet her gaze, her bearing, and that relaxed air suggesting that everything was under her control.

What little girl was this? She was practically an ancient monster who had seen through all the vicissitudes of the world.

Huo Yuhao withdrew his Soul Ring and nodded with an obedient smile.

"Pretty easy."

"That's good."

Ju Zi smiled slightly and walked forward with complete naturalness, stopping in front of Huo Yuhao.

The two were about the same height now.

But Ju Zi's movements as she carefully inspected him with the kindly gaze of a mother checking on her son made Huo Yuhao instinctively take half a step back.

It had been exactly three days since Huo Yuhao had been stuffed into a sack and carried to the border of the Sun Moon Empire.

During those three days.

Huo Yuhao's worldview had been violently shattered and rebuilt.

From his initial fear, vigilance, and even his plan to pull out the Heavenly Creation Cauldron at any moment and fight to the death.

To now... lying flat and accepting whatever came.

He had no choice. The other side was offering far too much.

Most importantly, after three days of intense observation, Huo Yuhao had basically confirmed a fact that made his balls ache.

This Ju Zi was definitely a reborn regressor.

Leaving aside the sense of world-weariness that completely mismatched her age.

Just her attitude toward him alone.

It was absurd beyond absurd, absurd all the way home.

By normal pacing, shouldn't he have been hiding in some remote mountain forest, scavenging opportunities and leveling up all the way until he could show off and slap faces?

Why had he run into a suspected max-level regressor camping at his starting point?

It was like him, as an online novel author, having just created a document and typed out the title, without even having time to bold the protagonist's name.

Then, after refreshing the page, he was forcibly thrown straight into the finale.

What broke him the most was.

This reborn big shot probably knew a much longer storyline than he, the transmigrator, did.

Just yesterday, Huo Yuhao had casually mentioned that he was about to break through to Rank Ten.

Early this morning.

This mutated Thousand-Leaf Mint, perfectly suited to his spiritual attribute and with its cultivation age precisely matched, had become his meal.

She had even optimized away the step where he went to the Star Dou Great Forest to suffer a few setbacks.

It was way too effortless.

Yet that very convenience left him completely unable to grasp the future.

"What are you thinking about?"

Ju Zi's voice rang out again, interrupting Huo Yuhao's chaotic inner monologue.

"Nothing."

Huo Yuhao glanced at the plant remains on the ground and shook his head.

Actually.

Although he had lost the only advantage he possessed as a transmigrator—foreknowledge—Huo Yuhao was not particularly angry.

Because she truly had no ill intentions toward him.

She even loved him to an absurd degree.

Over the past two days, so long as he made a request, whether it involved food, drink, bathroom needs, or sleep, this little auntie had basically agreed to everything and fulfilled every demand.

Since he could not resist.

Then he might as well close his eyes and enjoy it.

After all, staying here not only allowed him to avoid the White Tiger Duke's Estate, that place that devoured people whole without spitting out their bones, but also guaranteed him top-tier treatment.

Even if he had been forcibly assigned the identity of a child bridegroom.

Still... this free ride was crisp and delicious.

"Since you've finished absorbing it."

Ju Zi took a step forward, leaving less than half a meter between herself and Huo Yuhao.

A smile gentle to the bone rested on her delicate face.

Ju Zi raised her hand.

Huo Yuhao: ...

Though he desperately wanted to dodge, he forcibly suppressed his body's instinct.

Endure.

If he was going to live off a woman, he needed to have the awareness of someone living off a woman.

Ju Zi's slender, soft hand naturally settled atop Huo Yuhao's head.

Still wearing that gentle smile, she softly stroked Huo Yuhao's hair.

Her movements were practiced and carried a satisfied, doting affection.

For some reason.

Huo Yuhao felt goosebumps rise all over his body.

He was an adult soul with a psychological age of over twenty. Being forcibly patted on the head by a little girl was social death on the highest level.

But he did not dare move.

Because he had absolutely no idea how far into the future this reborn big shot came from.

What if she was some empress-level monster who had returned from a late-stage future where worlds were destroyed? If he dodged, who knew what tragedy he might trigger?

Very quickly.

Ju Zi withdrew her hand in satisfaction.

She glanced at the sky.

"Let's go."

"Where to?"

Huo Yuhao asked instinctively.

Was she arranging some outrageous top-tier equipment for him again?

Ju Zi turned around, her skirt swaying softly in the breeze.

She looked back and smiled at Huo Yuhao.

"I'm taking you to meet someone."

"Who?"

"Your future sister."

Upon hearing that.

Huo Yuhao's mouth fell open again, and his entire body froze as though struck by lightning.

What the hell?

Who the fuck rewrote the plot of Douluo Continent with their feet?