None of Them Were Human

How humiliating!

Wang Dong'er wanted nothing more than to turn around, run away, and jump into Sea God Lake. She was supposed to be a mysterious girl disguised as a boy—how had things turned out like this?!

She had clearly transmigrated, so why was she still this stupid?! Think of something, think of something...

When Wang Dong'er had read the original novel in her previous life, she had cried her eyes out. The original Wang Dong'er had simply vanished, losing everything she had and becoming Tang Wutong. Now that she had truly transmigrated into this world and become Wang Dong'er, she naturally wanted to change Wang Dong'er's predetermined fate. She had even devised an elaborate plan to win over Huo Yuhao and break free of Tang San's control.

Yet she had messed up on the very first step of winning him over!

As the saying went, "Flowers planted with care refused to bloom, while willows planted by chance grew into shade." Wang Dong'er's adorable appearance as she bit her tongue struck straight at Huo Yuhao's heart. This light-novel-like first encounter had nearly won Huo Yuhao over outright.

Nearly.

Huo Yuhao bit the tip of his tongue and instantly regained his senses, thinking to himself:

I almost lost my composure! What a powerful charm-type soul skill!

The author would like to clarify that Wang Dong'er could not charm anyone at all. This was purely the delusion of Huo Yuhao, a two-lifetime loser.

But Huo Yuhao already firmly believed his delusion. He concluded that there was something suspicious about the girl disguised as a boy before him. Otherwise, why would she use a charm technique the moment they met?!

"Hello, my name is Huo Yutong." Huo Yuhao had not forgotten the false name he had given the Tang Sect. It would be awkward if Wang Dong and the others from the Tang Sect met later and called him by different names...

"Huh?" Wang Dong'er immediately recovered from the embarrassment of biting her tongue. Her expression turned slightly strange as she extended her right hand toward Huo Yuhao.

Seeing this, Huo Yuhao extended his hand as well in a gesture of friendship. However, their hands never met. Wang Dong'er's hand went straight for Huo Yuhao's chest, where she grabbed and kneaded twice.

Huo Yuhao blankly lowered his head to look at Wang Dong'er's hand, his mind still somewhat muddled.

After repeatedly confirming it several times, Wang Dong'er withdrew her hand in confusion. Recalling the sensation from just now, she muttered, "No..."

She looked at Huo Yuhao and scratched her head, only then realizing how rude she had been.

"Sorry... there was something I was a little concerned about."

Though her words carried an apology, her eyes were fixed on Huo Yuhao's throat, searching for the protruding Adam's apple.

I'm concerned about something too. Could you let me check as well?!

Huo Yuhao nearly lost it. Who checked a stranger's gender like that?! Still, this confirmed that Wang Dong'er was definitely a transmigrator. Not only that, she had probably read some gender-swap Huo Yuhao fanfiction. Otherwise, why would she react to the name Huo Yutong?

"Right, Yuhao, uh... Yutong! Let's spar. Since we'll be roommates from now on, we'll improve faster if we get to know each other and exchange pointers."

Wang Dong'er changed the subject, hoping to muddle through it. Seeing that she wanted to follow the plot, Huo Yuhao breathed a sigh of relief and readily agreed.

The two walked to the open space beneath the dormitory building and took their positions. Mu En, sitting at the entrance, raised his eyelids. His interest was suddenly piqued, and he lifted his head to look at Wang Dong'er and Huo Yuhao. Just as in the original story, Wang Dong'er crooked a finger at Huo Yuhao and looked at him with complete arrogance. Huo Yuhao merely smiled, released his martial soul, and a yellow Soul Ring slowly rose beneath him. Wang Dong'er froze again at the sight.

Yellow? A hundred-year ring?

That can't be right. Wasn't Huo Yuhao supposed to have a million-year white Soul Ring? Without the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, how was he supposed to rise to prominence?

Huo Yuhao had no intention of hiding his Soul Ring's color. It would be exposed in a few days regardless, so he might as well show it openly. After Wang Dong'er saw Xu Zihuang, she would probably be able to guess what had happened.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. Let's begin." Wang Dong temporarily suppressed the doubts in her heart and released her martial soul. One yellow and one purple Soul Ring rose beneath her feet, while a pair of deep-blue butterfly wings slowly unfolded. Dark blue, azure, and pale blue flowed in subtle gradients along the tips of the wings, as though they held every dream of blue in heaven and earth. Purple-blue patterns decorated the wings like rosy clouds, and precious light shimmered between them, breathtakingly beautiful.

As expected of the Light Goddess Butterfly, the most beautiful martial soul on the continent...

Bang!

Just as Huo Yuhao admired Wang Dong'er's martial soul, a golden spear flew in and plunged into the ground, landing directly in front of Wang Dong'er and blocking her path. Huo Yuhao's vision blurred, and another pink-blue figure arrived before him. This newcomer looked ninety percent like Wang Dong'er, but she was dressed as a girl. The moment she appeared, she brought her face close to Huo Yuhao's, stealing every bit of scenery from his eyes.

So light.

Though she had moved quickly, the girl landed softly before Huo Yuhao like a falling leaf.

"Hello, I'm Wang Qiu'er. What's your name?" As she spoke, she closed her eyes, leaned closer, and lightly sniffed Huo Yuhao's scent.

Too close!

"I, I..."

The girl's intimate actions made Huo Yuhao's face heat up slightly. He fiercely pinched his finger before he managed to react a little.

That was close! She can charm people too!

The author would like to clarify that Wang Qiu'er could not charm anyone at all. This was purely the delusion of Huo Yuhao, a two-lifetime loser.

"...My name is Huo Yutong."

"Huo Yutong?" Wang Qiu'er revealed the same expression Wang Dong'er had worn, then extended her right hand straight toward Huo Yuhao's chest.

For an instant, Huo Yuhao was so angry he nearly laughed. Were you two in on this together? I'm going to feel you up too! I'm going to feel you up too!

Huo Yuhao pushed Wang Qiu'er's hand away—though she had already finished checking—and said through gritted teeth:

"This... classmate, please show some restraint."

"Mm, I will." Wang Qiu'er gently withdrew her hand, secretly confirming the feel of it.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Wang Dong'er's voice rang out. She glared at Wang Qiu'er with displeasure. She had already figured out the situation. Wang Qiu'er should not have been here at this point in time. Since she had appeared, it meant another transmigrator had come to steal her person!

You dare steal my person?! You've got some nerve!

Wang Qiu'er looked at Huo Yuhao's neck, then turned and pulled the golden spear from the ground. She spun it in a beautiful flourish and stared directly at Wang Dong'er.

"What kind of skill is two soul rings bullying one? I have two soul rings too. I'll practice with you!"

Wang Qiu'er held the golden spear and pointed it directly at Wang Dong'er, her sharp presence fully bared!

"Hmph! Just what I wanted!" Naturally, Wang Dong'er refused to show weakness in the face of such provocation. Her figure flashed as she beat her butterfly wings and flew toward Wang Qiu'er. Her wings slashed down like blades!

Clang!

Wang Qiu'er swept her spear across to block, and the butterfly wings striking the shaft produced the sound of clashing metal. Seeing that Wang Dong'er actually dared to fight her at close range, she could not help but sneer. Her martial soul was the Golden Dragon, the Golden Dragon that stood at the origin of strength!

Illusory dragon scales emerged over Wang Qiu'er's body as she swept her spear. Terrifying force carried the sound of tearing air as it struck toward Wang Dong'er. Fearless, Wang Dong'er's hand flashed with dark light, and an ancient little hammer met the spear shaft head-on!

Boom!

Wang Qiu'er was jolted half a step back. Because she was airborne, Wang Dong'er was sent flying several meters as well. She shook her butterfly wings and barely stabilized herself.

"Again!"

"Again!"

The two shouted at once, about to exchange another blow.

Rumble!

At that moment, a peal of thunder rang out. Lightning erupted between the two, stopping their fight.

"Stop fighting!"

Huo Yuhao withdrew the lightning. This lightning came from Bei Bei's second soul skill, Thunderous Might, which he had Imprinted earlier. The lightning slowly contracted as Huo Yuhao compressed the soul skill's range to the size of a palm.

"Wang Dong only wanted to spar with me. She didn't mean any harm."

Wang Qiu'er and Wang Dong'er looked at each other, then snorted at the same time. One stood on Huo Yuhao's left and the other on his right.

"If you really want to decide who is stronger, I have a way to do it without hurting anyone's feelings. Do you want to try it? But let me make this clear first—you can't fight like you just did."

Just then, the old man on the recliner beneath the dormitory building suddenly raised his eyelids. He looked at the lightning in Huo Yuhao's hand with great interest and revealed an amused smile.

"At his age, with such methods... what a fine seedling."

Then he slowly closed his eyes.

"It's a pity... his aptitude is far too poor."