Soul Severing, an Unworthy Father

As for ten thousand years ago, a Deity had stepped in, dividing Fortune into several shares, snatching some for himself, and even keeping certain beings who should have competed to gather it from taking part.

Of course, Huang Jinxu had not lived through those events. These were merely conclusions he had drawn from the facts.

Xiao Xiao, before him now, was among the finest embodiments of Fortune's third stage, far surpassing Bei Bei and the Hongchen Siblings.

"No wonder she ended up with He Caitou."

Seeing Xiao Xiao reminded Huang Jinxu of the Sun Moon Empire prince hidden in the Soul Tool Department.

With their Fortune combined, Xiao Xiao should have been able to become a Limit Douluo.

But something unpredictable had clearly happened—or someone had set a trap.

Huang Jinxu did not know who had set a trap for Xiao Xiao, but he had personally set one for He Caitou.

Compared to the Fortune of a single faction, that of a nation's royal family was better suited to resisting his power of suppression.

Before Huo Yuhao appeared, Shrek Academy's Fortune had nearly collapsed once. To steady the situation and hold on until the Child of Fortune arrived, Huang Jinxu had borrowed some of He Caitou's Fortune to hold it off for a time.

Because of that, He Caitou had suffered quite a few mishaps and setbacks.

Should I take Xiao Xiao as my disciple too?

Huang Jinxu fell into thought.

For now, Huo Yuhao alone was enough to counter the problem posed by his Martial Soul.

Ordinarily, once he reached rank 99 and became a Limit Douluo, he should be able to control his Martial Soul's influence completely. At that point, he might not even need someone like Huo Yuhao.

But there was another possibility.

Once he broke through to Limit Douluo, the Heavenly Lone Star's power might finally reveal itself.

His Martial Soul would no longer be an illusion. It would take solid form and might even connect directly with the Heavenly Lone Star in the canopy of the night sky.

That feeling had grown stronger and stronger since he became a rank 98 Titled Douluo.

Huang Jinxu's instincts told him that reaching rank 99 Limit Douluo would be several times harder for him than for other Titled Douluo.

If he succeeded, he would undergo a fundamental transformation.

If his guess was right, would Huo Yuhao, the Child of Fortune, still be able to bear his power of suppression?

After all, Huo Yuhao was, at heart, merely a Child of Fortune.

The Heavenly Lone Star was an ill-omened star. It might even be a planet, an entire plane of existence.

That was why he was considering taking Xiao Xiao as his disciple.

A few more cushions beneath him might keep any uncontrollable accidents at bay.

Huang Jinxu did not decide immediately. He withdrew his gaze, then glanced at Wang Dong from the corner of his eye.

He did not look directly at her, only stole a glance from the side.

There was no telling whether some contingency had been planted on her.

The next moment, Huang Jinxu could hardly believe his eyes.

He had never seen anyone's Fortune so... chaotic.

Yes, chaotic.

However weak a person's Fortune might be, it should form a single, complete whole.

But Wang Dong's Fortune had been split into many pieces.

Each piece manifested differently. Some shone with dazzling light; others were dull and dark.

Most crucially, these manifestations of Fortune tangled and fought with one another, creating a deeply bizarre situation.

Her Fortune came from an exalted background. If even one piece had settled, Wang Dong could have lived a smooth, easy life.

Yet not a single piece had settled.

More absurd still, their struggle, division, and entanglement had produced a strange balance.

They offered Wang Dong no help, but caused her no trouble either.

What sort of being should Wang Dong—or rather, Tang Wutong—have been?

She was born with multiple supreme bloodlines: the bloodlines of the Sea God and Asura God, both God Kings, inherited from her father; the Soft Bone Rabbit and Blue Silver Emperor bloodlines inherited from her mother and grandmother; a wisp of the Light Dragon God's essence scattered when the Dragon God split apart; and the supreme Clear Sky Hammer bloodline inherited from her grandfather.

Beyond those bloodlines, she had received gifts from the gods.

The Butterfly God's divine seat had been reserved for her, along with its blessing. The Life God King's Water of Life had long nourished her body and soul...

A full set of custom-made divine-level Soul Rings had been sealed within her in advance. She was innately immune to most forms of mental control and intimidation, carried a Nirvana Life Core Flame within her, and could draw on light essence to rebuild her body when her life force ran dry.

With all those advantages, Huo Yuhao, the Child of Fortune, could not catch up even if he rode a horse at full gall.

Yet right now, Wang Dong could enjoy none of Fortune's gifts. In that respect, she was worse off than even the most ordinary Soul Master.

Could something that outrageous really have happened...?

At the sight, Huang Jinxu instinctively recalled a claim from online discussions in his previous life.

People online had once said Tang Wutong was called Xiao Qi because Tang San had cut her soul a full seven times before getting the result he wanted.

It was Tang San's doing, they claimed, that had reduced a God King's eldest daughter to a mere accessory.

Huang Jinxu had always found that claim absurd.

However ruthless or beastly a father might be, he would not do such a thing to his own daughter.

Unless she was not his daughter by blood.

But seeing this today, Huang Jinxu suddenly thought the claim might be true.

Perhaps her soul had not been cut seven times, but one thing was certain: there was something seriously wrong with Wang Dong's soul.

If Tang San had truly done this, then his skill with souls was appallingly poor.

Huang Jinxu had considered taking Wang Dong as a disciple before, gaining another cushion. As a God King's daughter, her Fortune surely could not be lacking.

Now, though, he wanted nothing to do with that idea.

Huang Jinxu could sense that his current power of suppression could scarcely shake the Fortune Wang Dong carried. In fact, it could not even touch it.

Once his Martial Soul's power of suppression grew strong enough to shake that Fortune, hers would be crushed in an instant and collapse on the spot.

Tang San would certainly notice then.

As long as he had any sense, he would never do something that promised no reward and carried such enormous risk.

In that case, he would settle for the next best thing.

Huang Jinxu made his decision.

He dismissed his Illusory Moon Star Eyes, quieted the jumble of thoughts in his mind, and looked toward Mu Jin, who had finished a section of his lesson. With a glance, Huang Jinxu signaled that he needed him outside.

When Mu Jin saw Huang Jinxu, he gave his students a few instructions and hurried over.

Then, at Huang Jinxu's request, Mu Jin brought Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao out of the classroom.