Go Out and See Whether Spirit Hall Was Truly Evil!

Third update!!!

Because Qian Renchuan had strictly forbidden the use of soul skills.

Zhao Mang and the others spent quite a while just catching fish.

By the time they finally got several plump fish ashore and cleaned them, afternoon classes had long since begun.

But Qian Renchuan waved a hand.

As class monitor, he gave all of them special permission to miss class.

Naturally, they were delighted not to go back. They gathered around the fire.

Once Huo Yuhao saw that the fish were ready, he put away his carving materials, went over to the fire, and got down to grilling them.

Qian Renchuan had planned to eat grilled fish on the Back Mountain today, so he had brought all sorts of seasonings from the cafeteria. He handed the whole lot to Huo Yuhao.

Meanwhile.

That afternoon, in the Second-Year Class classroom at Spirit Academy.

Instructor Zhao walked in, swept his gaze across the room, and immediately noticed several empty seats.

Qian Renchuan, Huo Yuhao, Zhao Mang, Li Yan, and the other followers were all absent.

At the sight of this.

Instructor Zhao frowned deeply.

He looked at the deputy class monitor, Zhang Meng, seated near the front, and asked,

"Zhang Meng, where are the class monitor and the others? Why haven't they come to class?"

Zhang Meng could only stand up with a wry smile.

"Instructor Zhao, the Eldest Young Master took them to the Back Mountain to grill fish. He said they were taking the afternoon off."

The whole class stared in disbelief.

They had gone to the Back Mountain to grill fish during class?

Only the Eldest Young Master would do something like that!

Instructor Zhao's mouth twitched. He was at a loss.

What was he supposed to do with someone like this?

The boy was the Pope's eldest son. Even the Academy Chief didn't dare discipline him. What could an ordinary instructor say?

Instructor Zhao could only pretend he knew nothing. He nodded for Zhang Meng to sit down, opened his textbook, and continued the lesson.

Over on the Back Mountain.

Huo Yuhao lived up to his reputation as Douluo Continent's finest fish griller.

Before long, he had grilled several fish until they were golden and crisp, sizzling with oil and giving off a rich aroma.

Zhao Mang, Li Yan, and the other followers stood nearby.

Their eyes were fixed on the fish, and they kept swallowing.

It smelled incredible!

Absolutely incredible!

The Third Young Master's cooking was leagues ahead of the Eldest Young Master's!

Qian Renchuan and Huo Yuhao were hardly stingy. As soon as the fish were cooked, they handed some to the others.

Zhao Mang and the rest took their fish.

Ignoring the heat, they wolfed them down, grease coating their mouths.

Only then did Huo Yuhao take one for himself and begin eating at a leisurely pace.

Just then, he noticed that Qian Renchuan, seated beside him, hadn't taken a bite of the fish in his hand.

Instead, he took a clean oil-paper bag from his Storage Soul Tool and carefully wrapped the last fish in it.

Seeing this, Huo Yuhao frowned.

He paused and asked in confusion,

"Boss, what are you doing?"

Qian Renchuan was intent on wrapping the fish. He answered without even looking up.

"Our little sister isn't here. She didn't get any, so I'm taking one back for her."

Boom!

Huo Yuhao shuddered.

As if struck by lightning, he sat frozen in place, staring at Qian Renchuan beside him.

At that moment.

Huo Yuhao swallowed hard, unable to suppress the ache and warmth welling up inside him.

Boss hasn't even had a bite himself.

And his first thought was to take some back for our little sister, who couldn't come?

Is this what a family bond feels like?

That simple act of brotherly care, of always thinking of his siblings, struck the softest place in Huo Yuhao's heart.

Wasn't this what I kept hoping for in my last life?

He had never imagined that the bond between siblings he had longed for in his previous life would be something he truly felt after his rebirth, ten thousand years in the past.

After a long while.

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath.

He split the unfinished fish in his hands in two and offered the larger half to Qian Renchuan.

"Boss, let's share this one."

Qian Renchuan turned to him and grinned.

"Okay. Thanks, Third Brother."

Huo Yuhao shook his head. His voice was low.

"No need. Eat up."

"You're our big brother. You can't just watch us eat while you go hungry."

"From now on... as long as I have food, I won't let you go hungry, Boss!"

With that small gesture, Qian Renchuan had won Huo Yuhao over completely.

For Huo Yuhao, who had never known an older brother's affection in his previous life—only betrayal and bullying—the feeling was especially precious.

Before long.

They had finished the fish.

Qian Renchuan brushed off his hands and stood, ready to lead the others away.

But Huo Yuhao remained seated, making no move to get up.

"Third Brother, come on. Let's head back."

Qian Renchuan called to him.

Huo Yuhao looked up at him and spoke softly.

"Boss, you all go ahead. I want to stay here a little longer."

"All right."

Qian Renchuan had no intention of interfering. He nodded and led the others, now full and content, down the mountain path.

After they left.

Huo Yuhao sat alone on a rock by the river, gazing absently at the stream flowing below.

A breeze passed through the trees, rustling the leaves.

The words Qian Renchuan had spoken while wrapping the fish surfaced in his mind again.

"Our little sister isn't here. I'm taking one back for her."

His eyes grew warm.

Boss was lazy, loved to play, and spent every day slacking off. He was nothing like a soul master striving to improve.

But the sincere love he showed his younger siblings.

Those hypocrites who preached virtue couldn't hope to match it!

Ripples stirred in Huo Yuhao's heart, and he could not calm them for a long time.

For the first time, he began to doubt what he thought he knew.

Were Shrek Academy's records and stories about Spirit Hall, ten thousand years from now, really entirely accurate?

Was Spirit Hall truly the wicked place they claimed it was?

The blight on Douluo Continent?

Yet the White Tiger Duke's Mansion looked so respectable while doing things no decent person would do. It let the lawful wife drive a concubine to her death and allowed an older brother to harm his own sibling.

And in Spirit Hall, this so-called "den of evil."

They raised someone like Boss—a boy with a pure heart whose family meant everything to him!

If Spirit Hall truly is evil, then what is Boss's kindness?

He took another deep breath.

Rising to his feet, he looked into the distance.

"Perhaps I really should leave Spirit City and see the world outside."

"I'll ask the people out there myself. I want to know what ordinary people across Douluo Continent truly think of Spirit Hall."

"And if Spirit Hall really has been slandered..."

A murderous glint flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

"Then in this life, I, Huo Yuhao, will gladly become Spirit Hall's sharpest blade!"

"I'll change the course of history ten thousand years from now with my own hands!!!"