Entering the Top Four, Stirring Painful Memories

Wu Feng reacted in an instant and hurriedly retreated, preparing to protect Ning Tian.

Facing the attack right before her eyes, Ning Tian showed no fear. She simply dodged and waited for her teammate's support.

"You ignorant fool. A one-ring Soul Master actually thinks he can deal with me? Get ready to leave the stage!"

Ning Tian mocked him disdainfully as Wu Feng immediately rushed over.

Bai Fan changed his strategy in an instant.

"Join forces and attack Nangong Yuner. Take her out first."

As for Bai Fan, he used the Tang Sect's movement technique to evade the attacks with all his might.

"Damn it, you annoying bug! Do you dare fight me head-on?"

The Tang Sect's Lone Shadow Trace was undoubtedly a top-tier movement technique. At the very least, it was effortless to kite a Great Soul Master around.

(In Soul Land I, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was written as extremely agile, but after reading Soul Land II, it seemed to have little presence here. This is just an explanation, so don't dwell too much on this battle.)

"Damn, I didn't expect Huo Yuhao to have such a movement technique. A Soul Master managed to hold Wu Feng back for so long—it's practically a miracle."

The audience below erupted in shocked cries.

"Wu Feng, use an area-of-effect soul skill directly. Don't waste time with him."

Ning Tian reminded Wu Feng, then immediately cast all three of her amplification soul skills on her.

The ferocious fire dragon indiscriminately spewed dragon breath. Bai Fan had nowhere to evade, so he could only choose to hide behind Ning Tian.

Because Bai Fan had taken cover, Wu Feng's attack could not continue normally.

Even if Ning Tian wanted to drag Bai Fan out from behind her, in close combat, this support-type Soul Master was certainly no match for Bai Fan.

Wu Feng was so anxious she was about to go mad. Bai Fan's fighting style simply did not follow common sense.

While the stalemate continued here, Wang Dong had already worked with Xiao Xiao to take care of Nangong Yuner.

Now it was three against two, and Bai Fan's side held every advantage.

Bai Fan retreated to Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao's side, calmly providing support from the rear.

Wu Feng alone fought Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao to a standstill.

"Hehe, Wu Feng, let your hatred for me grow even more intense!"

"Purple Demon Divine Light!"

Two invisible beams shot from Bai Fan's eyes toward Ning Tian.

Caught off guard, Ning Tian immediately fainted.

Wu Feng's thoughts fell into chaos, and Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao joined forces to knock her off the stage.

Bai Fan's trio claimed victory once again.

"Yuhao, why couldn't we use our martial soul fusion skill during that fight?"

"Let's wait for Teacher Zhou to look it up. I don't know exactly what happened either."

Bai Fan abruptly changed the subject.

"Wang Dong, you said our martial souls were perfectly compatible. Doesn't that mean we're a match made in heaven?"

Bai Fan pretended to stroke his chin before continuing.

"That's not right—you're a guy! Could it be that we're like the Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo from ten thousand years ago? Are we gay?"

Bai Fan dropped his serious expression, leaned forward, and brought his face close to Wang Dong's. His large eyes stared fixedly at Wang Dong.

Wang Dong was extremely embarrassed by Bai Fan's move. She kept her head lowered, not daring to look at him.

"Bullshit! I'm straight. Who's gay with you?"

"Hahaha, that's good. Good brothers are good brothers for life. Even when taking a dump, you should take a dump properly—don't get up to any fancy nonsense."

Bai Fan had completely let himself go, utterly lacking the pitiful, delicate air of the original Huo Yuhao.

The current Bai Fan was confident and interesting. In his own way, he made Wang Dong fall for him step by step.

Did he truly like Wang Dong? Did he truly have feelings for her? Everything remained unknown.

The next match followed soon after.

This time, they faced Xie Huanyue's team, and Xie Huanyue possessed the strength of a level thirty-two Soul Elder.

In this match, Wang Dong'er barely secured victory through her ring-fusion technique.

In the spectator stands.

Yan Shaozhe suddenly appeared behind Zhou Yi.

"Teacher Zhou, these two students have good potential. Put them on the inner court preliminary selection list!"

"Dean, Yuhao is actually the main force of the team."

"That's enough. I've already looked into this child. Spiritual-type soul beasts are extremely scarce, and his future achievements will be limited."

Reality was like this. Even a child of destiny could be eliminated by the selection process.

No one would wait for you to build up quietly before making a breakthrough. As the era progressed, talent selection had acquired fixed standards. No one cared about your potential; people only valued whether you met the standards.

As the saying went, a genius who had not yet grown up could not be called a genius. By the same reasoning, do not use your insignificant potential to demand that the rules make way for you, because you were not worthy of it—unless your potential was truly unique, unparalleled throughout the ages.

Zhou Yi was left somewhat speechless and gave up arguing.

After the match ended, Zhou Yi took Bai Fan to the Soul Guidance Academy once again.

Now that Bai Fan's cultivation had improved, the range of his Spiritual Sharing had expanded to 121 meters.

Bai Fan immediately became a prized treasure in Fan Yu's eyes.

"Yuhao, are you willing to take me as your master and become my personal disciple?"

"I am willing."

These were all cheat-level opportunities! Only an idiot would refuse.

In the matches that followed, the three of them successfully entered the top four.

Yan Shaozhe personally drew lots for the top four teams.

In the open space before the competition stage, Bai Fan looked at Dai Huabin, with his golden hair and blue eyes, and his head began to swell.

Bai Fan covered his head with one hand. At that moment, he had a splitting headache.

More and more fragments of memory flooded into his mind like a tide.

"That's the Madam's son. You dare block the road? Whip him hard."

"You two trash, you have no sense at all. You deserve to be beaten."

The servants of the Duke's Mansion disciplined Huo Yuhao right in front of Dai Huabin.

Dai Huabin sat atop his horse, looking down at the beaten Huo Yuhao.

The young Huo Yuhao curled his body tightly into a ball.

When Huo Yun'er, who had just finished washing clothes, saw this scene, she tightly embraced Huo Yuhao.

Mother and son clung tightly to each other as the servants' whips lashed them.

Dai Huabin sat on his horse, tilted his head slightly, and gave an order to the soldiers behind him.

"Beat them hard."

Dai Huabin definitely knew Huo Yun'er. His actions were nothing more than complying with his mother's wishes.

Huo Yuhao's memories from before he was eight became increasingly clear.

Every bit of suffering Huo Yun'er had endured for him surfaced, and every part of it was connected to Dai Huabin's family.

"Hehe, let revenge begin with you, my dear 'brother.'"

Bai Fan revealed a strange smile.

"Alas!"

An ethereal sigh rang out from the depths of Bai Fan's soul.

Bai Fan's daze caught Wang Dong's attention.

"Yuhao, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just saw an acquaintance."

Wang Dong possessed a martial soul fusion skill with Bai Fan, so she knew very clearly that something was wrong with his current state.

She wrapped an arm around Huo Yuhao's shoulders and stared directly into his eyes.

"Yuhao, if anything happens, you have to tell me. We're brothers."

Bai Fan gently pushed Wang Dong's arm away.

"Got it." He then wrapped an arm around Wang Dong's shoulders in return. "I'll remember you, my good brother, for the rest of my life."

Wang Dong's face unconsciously turned red.

The Huo Yuhao simulated by Bai Fan had shed the original's inferiority and sensitivity, becoming confident and cheerful.

His gentle features easily inspired goodwill in others.

Bai Fan looked at Wang Dong's shy expression, and a trace of triumph appeared deep in his eyes.

He understood very well that distance created beauty, and feelings needed push and pull.