As everyone knew, the Douluo world had always had two legendary gods.
Aside from Su Yuntao, the blind Douluo whose single declaration of "trash" had produced yet another God King, there was the Wind Baboon, known as the "Godslayer."
Xiang Jun was hidden in the shadows, quietly watching the slight figure in the distance who held a white dagger.
"So that's the future Huo Yuhao? He's really... small." Xiang Jun narrowed his eyes. Huo Yuhao was far frailer than he had imagined.
Huo Yuhao barely stood five feet tall, reaching only to Xiang Jun's chest. He wore clean but heavily patched clothes. Years of malnutrition had left his face gaunt and even dulled the sheen of his long, dark-blue hair.
Thanks to his Spirit Eyes martial soul, though, his eyes were bright and alert, with a faint golden light moving within them.
Thinking of his late mother, Huo Yuhao forced his trembling legs to hold steady. He gripped the White Tiger Dagger tight, pushed what little Soul Power he had through his body, and stared at the Wind Baboon poised to attack.
"Roar!"
Out of patience, the Wind Baboon beat its chest in anger. Then a wave of white energy burst from its mouth and shot straight toward Huo Yuhao.
Faced with such a terrifying attack, Huo Yuhao could only raise the White Tiger Dagger on instinct.
But just then, a mighty water dragon surged out from a corner. Before Huo Yuhao could react, it struck the Wind Baboon and sent it flying dozens of meters.
Huh?
Huo Yuhao stared at the Wind Baboon, now sleeping as soundly as a baby in the distance. He blinked in confusion, then turned toward the dense woods. A tall, blue-haired figure stood there, smiling at him.
Water seemed to ripple across the figure's gold-and-blue robes. The glowing trident mark between his brows left Huo Yuhao momentarily dazed.
He's... he's so handsome!
Xiang Jun was quite pleased with Huo Yuhao's reaction. As a spirit of the ocean, born from the sea over thousands of years, his looks were beyond reproach. He could charm anyone.
As for what he looked like exactly, readers could check a mirror.
"Hey, little guy. You're all right, aren't you?" Xiang Jun gave Huo Yuhao, who was still staring blankly, a gentle smile.
Thanks to Poseidon's letter of complaint, Tang God King was probably already overwhelmed by the Divine Realm Committee.
He could not even spare time for the missing Seagod's Trident, let alone keep watching Douluo Star's child of destiny!
In that case...
This child of destiny and I are clearly fated to meet! Heh heh heh...
Besides, Huo Yuhao was still remarkably innocent at this point. All he wanted was to avenge his mother. With a little effort, winning him over would be easy.
One day in the Divine Realm was one year in the lower realm.
By the time Tang God King realized what had happened, the child of destiny would already be firmly in Xiang Jun's grasp!
At that thought, Xiang Jun's smile grew even gentler.
Yet that warm smile stirred an inexplicable unease in Huo Yuhao. He hurriedly lowered his head.
"I... I'm fine. Thank you for saving me, senior..."
Huh? Was Huo Yuhao really this shy at the start?
And where did that big bug and Electrolux go?!
Shouldn't they have appeared by now? Was this the butterfly effect?
Xiang Jun frowned at the silent child of destiny, then glanced toward the Wind Baboon. Before he could ask anything, a girl's sharp cry came from the distance.
"Hey, you! You strange guy! Stay away from Little Yuhao!"
Strange... guy? Did she mean me?
Xiang Jun froze and looked toward the voice. A pretty girl with black hair tied in a ponytail stood there, hands on her hips, glaring at him.
Beside her was a handsome blue-haired boy wearing a helpless expression.
"Xiao Ya, how many times have I told you not to call people things like that?" Bei Bei rubbed his forehead, then gave Xiang Jun an apologetic smile.
"Hee hee! He's so handsome, he just has to be the kind of scoundrel who lures unsuspecting boys and girls away!"
Tang Ya stuck out her tongue playfully, but her gaze remained fixed on Xiang Jun's face.
He looks so familiar. It's like I've seen him somewhere before...
Tang Ya thought hard, but she still could not remember.
"Sister Xiao Ya? And Brother Bei?" Huo Yuhao looked startled by their sudden appearance.
"Yuhao, I take it you came to Star Dou Forest for a soul ring. Xiao Ya and I did eat your grilled fish, after all. Helping you out was only right."
Bei Bei smiled warmly at Huo Yuhao, though his eyes kept straying to the deep trench the water dragon had carved into the ground.
That kind of destructive power...
Bei Bei glanced at Xiang Jun without betraying his thoughts. But the unmistakable blue hair and trident mark between Xiang Jun's brows made his composure crack.
Ancestor Tang?!
Bei Bei could hardly be blamed for his shock. Apart from being even better-looking, Xiang Jun was almost identical to the Seagod Statue in Shrek Academy's plaza.
"Yuhao, who's this gentleman?" Bei Bei set aside his thoughts and turned to Huo Yuhao.
At the question, Huo Yuhao blushed. He had not even asked his savior's name. How rude of him.
"Xiang Jun."
"I'm Bei Bei, and this is Tang Ya. We're from Shrek Academy."
"I... I'm Huo Yuhao. Thank you for saving my life, Brother Xiang Jun."
Huo Yuhao's cheeks were pink. After introducing himself, he fell silent and stared at his toes.
"Bei Bei, I've reminded you plenty of times. When we're out, you must call me Teacher Xiao Ya!" Tang Ya, who had been prodding the Wind Baboon's corpse, sprang up and chided him.
Seriously? I'm standing right here, and you two are openly role-playing?
You're asking for it!
Bei Bei looked embarrassed too. Seeing Xiang Jun's odd expression, he hastily changed the subject. "Are you here for a soul ring as well? Why not come with us? We can look out for one another on the way."
Trying to size me up?
You've got some nerve!
"I'll pass. I have other matters to attend to. Until we meet again." Xiang Jun shook his head. After one last glance at Huo Yuhao, he walked away without looking back.
Bei Bei might have looked like a cheerful, straightforward young man, but he was cunning beneath it all!
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