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"I mean, isn't this too strange?" A strange boy sat beside Wufeng on the bench.

"Who are you?" Wufeng shot him an irritated glance.

Wufeng had come here to clear her head. She was the guard of Ning Tian, the young mistress of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Logically, she should have been the person closest to Ning Tian at Shrek Academy.

But things rarely went as planned. Some unexpected complications had arisen.

When they enrolled, their homeroom teacher, Mu Jin, had directly appointed the class monitor of Freshman Class Nine based on cultivation. In Wufeng's view, her young mistress should have claimed that position without question, yet Mu Jin had failed to recognize talent and chosen some brat named Yu Tianhuang as class monitor instead.

Though he was also a three-ring soul master, how could he compare to her young mistress? Her young mistress had been born noble and possessed peerless talent. At such a young age, she was already a Soul Elder, and her appearance was even more breathtaking—capable of making fish sink and geese fall, eclipsing the moon and shaming flowers...

She had gotten sidetracked.

In any case, for all those reasons, Wufeng had challenged him. In the end, she had lost in a single move and even been injured. She did not hold a grudge against Yu Tianhuang; after all, she had simply been inferior in skill. Besides, seeing how adorably concerned her young mistress had been afterward had instead made her feel a trace of gratitude toward Yu Tianhuang.

After all, her young mistress was just that beautiful. Noble, lovely golden hair and eyes as gentle as water—Wufeng only felt that her literary talent was lacking, leaving her unable to describe even one ten-thousandth of her young mistress's beauty.

Yet for some reason, her young mistress had actually taken the initiative to grow close to that guy! Her young mistress said that he was quite gifted and had a promising future, perhaps even becoming the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's future son-in-law.

Was he worthy?

Her young mistress had already ordered her not to make an enemy of Yu Tianhuang. Though being scolded by her young mistress for making mistakes was rather enticing, since it was her young mistress's command, Wufeng was unwilling to disobey it.

As for the strange boy beside her, she did not know him at all. Why was he talking to himself? She could simply ignore him.

Yet the boy continued speaking to himself. "It always feels so dangerous. How did things end up like this?"

That was right. How could her young mistress have set her sights on that guy?

"But some things have to be hidden in your heart. If they're discovered, it'll all be over." The strange boy was Huo Yuhao. If his identity as a transmigrator were exposed, Qiu'er and Dong'er had only cultivated with him because he was Huo Yuhao. Qian Chaoguang would probably turn love into hatred as well, because Huo Yuhao could not explain his connection to the Huo Yutong whom Qian Chaoguang had lost. He might even be killed on the spot. As for Xu Zihuang, he had wanted to kill him for a long time already.

He did not even have anyone with whom he could discuss this. He could only find a secluded place and mutter about these matters alone.

"W-what are you talking about?" Wufeng's heart skipped a beat. Like Huo Yuhao, she also had a secret. She harbored an unusual kind of affection for Ning Tian, yet no matter what, she did not dare pour out the feelings in her heart. Not only was there a difference in their status, but such feelings were even unacceptable to the world.

Huo Yuhao ignored her. He had not intended to tell anyone exactly what was going on. He had merely felt stifled and wanted to say a few words. He had sat on this bench because there were few people here, with only Wufeng, a stranger, nearby.

"Actually, I didn't replace anyone, did I?" Although Huo Yuhao had arrived through soul transmigration, he had transmigrated as a fetus. He had not seized anyone's body, much less had anything to be morally condemned for.

Wufeng's body stiffened, and a chill ran through her entire body. Her real name was not Wufeng, but Ning Huo.

Ning Tian's maternal grandfather was an assault-type soul master who had married into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and been granted the Ning surname by the main family. Twelve years ago, he had had a daughter with a young female soul master. That child was Ning Huo.

However, Ning Tian's maternal grandfather was ultimately still a member of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. That female soul master had left with Ning Huo, remarried a man named Wu Long, and given birth to another girl named Wufeng. Ning Huo had changed her surname to Wu as well.

There was no melodramatic story of her learning of her background, growing jealous of her younger sister, and trying to kill her. Wu Huo knew her origins. Sometimes, she felt like an outsider. Although her adoptive father treated her very well, that only increased the distance she felt between herself and the family.

Wufeng's family lived near Heaven Dou City. Both girls had inherited their mother's crimson hair and eyes, but Wu Huo had been strictly forbidden by her mother from approaching the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's territory or approaching that person—the person who was like a taboo.

Ning Tian.

But Wufeng was different. She could go there to play. Unlike other soul master sects, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was not especially hostile toward outsider soul masters. There, she had made a friend named Ning Tian.

Ning Tian!

Wu Huo was also a child of the Ning family, and Ning Tian was also a child of the Ning family. They were the same age, so why could Ning Tian be cherished in the palm of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's hand and possess everything?

Wufeng and Ning Tian were very close. Every time she came home, she excitedly talked about everything related to Ning Tian—what they had played, what they had said—telling her family every detail. Those things also reached Wu Huo's ears.

I want to go play too...

Wu Huo had inherited her mother's red hair and red eyes, and Wufeng had inherited her mother's red hair and red eyes as well. The two looked extremely alike, so why could Wufeng go into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's territory to play with Ning Tian while she could not?

It's unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair.

At last, that day came.

Wufeng fell seriously ill. Even while gravely sick, she kept muttering that she wanted to play with Ning Tian.

Wu Huo was tempted. She wanted to play with Ning Tian too. She wanted to know what Ning Tian looked like, and what the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's territory was like.

When she came back to herself, Wu Huo had already walked into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's territory. It looked much like Heaven Dou City, yet Wu Huo found everything so novel and beautiful.

Wu Huo finally met Ning Tian. She was so beautiful and noble, smiling happily as though she were heaven's favored child. Wu Huo felt that she had never smiled like that before. She had wanted to run away, but in the end, she still impersonated Wufeng and played with Ning Tian for an entire day.

Wu Huo had so much fun. It was the first time she felt accepted by someone. For the first time, she felt she had obtained happiness!

Wu Huo believed that the only thing about herself worthy of praise was her martial soul. Unlike Wufeng's ordinary and mediocre martial soul, Wu Huo's martial soul had been inherited from her biological father and was a top-tier assault-type martial soul. Thus, when Ning Tian said that her family was selecting guards for her, Wu Huo recommended herself without hesitation.

Wufeng had always been too embarrassed to mention her martial soul before Ning Tian, so Wu Huo was not exposed. Just like that, she became Wufeng and became Ning Tian's guard.

"So what if I replaced someone? Does that mean everything I experienced afterward was an illusion?" The former Wu Huo, now Wufeng, stood up and shouted angrily.

Huo Yuhao was startled. Looking at Wufeng's delicate, furious little face, he came to a realization.

"That's right... Everything we experienced won't be betrayed." Huo Yuhao muttered. No matter why Dong'er and Qiu'er had gathered around him, the things they had experienced together would not change just because the reason disappeared. As for Qian Chaoguang and Xu Tianhuang, as long as he was strong enough, there would be nothing to fear.

"So I have to become stronger." Huo Yuhao's words jumped abruptly, and Wufeng did not understand for a moment.

"What?"

"As long as you're strong enough, it'll be fine." Huo Yuhao spoke firmly.

Wufeng froze. Was he saying that after becoming stronger, she could use power to obtain everything? But would Ning Tian accept her? She imagined Ning Tian looking unwilling yet powerless to resist, and for some reason, her heart itched.

That wouldn't be very good, would it?

"Thank you for helping me untie this knot in my heart." Huo Yuhao nodded to Wufeng, then turned and left, preparing to resume his bitter cultivation. He had not planned to stay long in the first place; he had only used a spare moment to adjust his mindset. He had not expected someone to see through his inner turmoil and even help him resolve it.

What a thoughtful, kind person.

Only then did Wufeng return to her senses from her fantasies about her young mistress. Looking at Huo Yuhao's departing figure, she shuddered.

Damn it, she had run into a pervert.