Why is Long Haoxing? It's because it's related to his senior brother Long Haochen. "Xing" (星) means that Huo Yuhao is a rising star in the Douluo Continent.
This name is quite appropriate.
It represents both the legacy passed down from his senior and his own position.
Huo Yuhao's dormitory
Within the Time Sea of Consciousness, the tolling of bells echoes.
"Clang--Clang--Clang--"
Ancient bells resonated in the spiritual world. Huo Yuhao stood in the void, his golden eyes reflecting the flowing river of time. He reached out, his fingertips touching the ripples of spacetime.
"There are still a few months before I leave the Sun Moon Empire..." he muttered to himself, "Enough to complete this time-travel journey."
After arriving in the timeline ten thousand years ago, they landed in the same old place.
He reverted to the state he had previously manifested in. Although it was described as a manifestation, whether it was Tang Wu or this other form, it was all him. It's quite normal for one person to have three appearances.
(Brothers, you really need to remember this: Tang Wu and Huo Lai are two images welded to his face, he's just that handsome, that's my setting.)
The target— Qian Renxue, or rather, her disguised as Xue Qinghe, the crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Huo Yuhao's lips curled up slightly. In fact, he had already noticed the unusual nature of this " Xue Qinghe ". With his current spiritual strength, covering the entire Heaven Dou Empire was not difficult, and locking onto the location of a specific person was even easier.
Heaven Dou City, Inner City.
On the bustling street, Huo Yuhao's figure quietly appeared. He looked up at the elegant and magnificent pavilion in the distance— Moonlight Pavilion.
" Tang Yuehua's place..." A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. It was said that this place was a symbol of the noble etiquette of the Heaven Dou Empire, and its owner was none other than Tang San's aunt.
Divine senses spread like invisible ripples, instantly enveloping the entire Moonlight Pavilion. Melodious zither music drifted through the air, nobles conversed elegantly, and in the private room on the top floor—
Found it.
Xue Qinghe sat upright in a wooden chair, holding a white jade teacup, and spoke softly with a woman of elegant bearing. The woman had gentle features and exuded nobility in every gesture; she must be Tang Yuehua.
"We're finally going to meet, the successor of the Angel God..." Huo Yuhao chuckled, his figure gradually blurring.
Huo Yuhao stood in the magnificent entrance hall of the Moonlight Pavilion, his black robes as dark as night, clashing with the surrounding golden and resplendent decorations. He deliberately concealed his aura, making himself appear as an ignorant and arrogant commoner.
The nobles cast disgusted glances at him, and whispers spread like venomous snakes.
"Where did this lowly person come from?"
"When did Moonlight Pavilion become a place where even people like this are allowed in?"
Just what he wanted.
The purple-robed steward, Aode, strode over with an arrogant gait, his chin held high, as if even glancing at Huo Yuhao would offend his eyes.
"This... guest," he deliberately emphasized the word "guest," " Moonlight Pavilion only receives refined guests. And you—" His gaze swept over you from head to toe as if you were a filthy stray dog, "Please leave."
Huo Yuhao's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.
--The fish has taken the bait.
"I want to see your wife," he said calmly.
Aode as if he'd heard the biggest joke in the world, dramatically clutching his chest, "You? See the lady?" His expression suddenly changed, and he shouted angrily, "Who do you think you are! You dare to—"
Before he could finish speaking...
"Bang!"
A straight punch landed squarely on Aode's stomach, sending the steward flying like a rag doll, crashing into an enamel screen three meters away and shattering it. The entire hall erupted in uproar!
"I said I wanted to see Madam," Huo Yuhao flicked his wrist, "When did it become the insect's place to interrupt?"
The disturbed distinguished guest
The door to the private room upstairs suddenly opened.
Xue Qinghe paused, his teacup still in his hand, his gentle eyes suddenly narrowing.
Huo Lai?!
How did that mysterious boy I met at the Soul Fighting Tournament end up at the Moonlight Pavilion?
Tang Yuehua had already walked quickly down the stairs, with Xue Qinghe following closely behind, his fingers, hidden in his sleeve, slightly tense.
"Stop!" Tang Yuehua's voice was like a clear spring striking jade. She stared at the black-robed youth, but froze the moment her gaze met his Golden Pupils—
What eyes they were!
Brilliant as molten gold, profound as the starry sky, he had just unleashed violence, yet exuded a godlike indifference and nobility. This young man... was no ordinary person!
"I was merely passing by," Huo Yuhao said, lowering his fist and suddenly becoming polite, "And would like to learn some etiquette."
He looked up and met Xue Qinghe's gaze on the stairs, a meaningful smile curving his lips.
Xue Qinghe's internal alarm bells were ringing: Is it really that much of a coincidence...?
He didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that now that he had met this powerful guy, getting to know him better might be a good thing.
Xue Qinghe slowly walked down the steps, a perfectly measured look of surprise and joy appearing on his gentle, jade-like face.
"Brother Huo, what a coincidence! I never expected to see you here."
Huo Yuhao feigned confusion, frowning slightly. "You are...?"
Xue Qinghe chuckled and gracefully cupped his hands in greeting, "I am Xue Qinghe, the First Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire. I witnessed Brother Huo's battle against Clear Sky Douluo in the Soul Fighting Tournament; it was truly earth-shattering and unforgettable."
"So it's His Highness the Prince." Huo Yuhao's expression was indifferent, neither obsequious nor distant. "Just a fluke, nothing to brag about."
Xue Qinghe's gaze was deep, and his tone was sincere. "Brother Huo, you are too modest. To be able to fight against Titled Douluo who has been famous for a long time at such a young age is truly the first time in history, and I admire Qinghe greatly."
Huo Yuhao suddenly raised his eyes, his Golden Pupils staring directly at Xue Qinghe: "Brother Xue... seems to possess a very strong aura of light."
--The air suddenly froze!
Xue Qinghe's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained calm. "Oh? Brother Huo's perception of aura is indeed keen."
Had he discovered something? Xue Qinghe's heart was in Surging Waves, yet he still smiled gently. This Huo Lai was indeed not simple...
"As for Brother Huo, judging from the murderous aura emanating from you, you must have been to that place."
He changed the subject, his gaze landing on Huo Yuhao: "Brother Huo, the murderous aura you exude... isn't quite concealed perfectly."
Xue Qinghe gently tapped his temple with his slender fingers, his tone slightly teasing. "Too much killing intent might frighten the nobles of the Moonlight Pavilion. Brother Huo, you've come here perhaps to... learn how to conceal your killing intent?"
Undercurrents were running between the two sides
Huo Yuhao sneered inwardly.
"Killing intent? He can completely suppress that with a flick of his finger. What is a mere Moon Splendor Pavilion that can suppress killing intent? My goal is you, Qian Renxue. As the successor of the God of Angels, you greatly interest me."
He came to Yuexuan only to give Xue Qinghe a reasonable excuse to approach him. At present, the only reasonable way to approach him is to learn some etiquette here. Of course, it would be best to refuse. The most important thing is to make an impression on Xue Qinghe.
After all, being a successor to the God of Angels is far more interesting than any etiquette course.
"Your Highness has keen insight." Huo Yuhao followed his words, feigning helplessness, "Indeed, some adjustments are needed..."
He glanced at Xue Qinghe out of the corner of his eye, calculating in his mind:
My true intentions will be revealed gradually Qian Renxue, no matter how well you disguise yourself, you can't escape my eyes. However, now is not the time to expose you...
Ideally, you would take me to the place where the God of Angels's legacy is passed down.
After all, your Level 99 grandfather is not easy to deal with, even though Huo Yuhao is not someone who likes to take advantage of girls' feelings.
Tang Yuehua's gaze suddenly turned cold.
Her gentle, aristocratic air instantly transformed into a sharp edge.
"Young friend," her voice remained gentle, yet carried an undeniable authority, " Moonlight Pavilion is the most prestigious ceremonial hall in the Heaven Dou Empire, reserved only for truly refined individuals. If you are not here to learn etiquette..."
He pointed towards the gate, his meaning clear.
Huo Yuhao smiled.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his Golden Pupils flashing. "I've long heard that the Master of the Moonlight Pavilion has a special identity, hailing from the number one sect in the world— the Clear Sky Sect."
Before she could finish speaking, Tang Yuehua's fingertips trembled.
This is taboo.
The Clear Sky Sect has remained secluded for many years, and few outsiders know about her relationship with the sect. This young man dares to expose it to her face?
"I am not here to provoke you," Huo Yuhao said casually, but then suddenly dropped a bombshell, "It's just that I happened to encounter Clear Sky Douluo not long ago..."
He paused deliberately, enjoying the sudden tension in Tang Yuehua's shoulders. "To be honest, Master, I am a close friend of Clear Sky Douluo, and we occasionally spar."
"Absurd!"
Tang Yuehua finally lost her composure.
Her ever-elegant face was now slightly flushed with anger. " Huo Lai! Do you really think no one in the Heaven Dou Empire knows your infamous reputation?"
She spoke slowly and deliberately, "Your battle with my brother almost cost him his life!"
The entire Moonlight Pavilion fell silent. The nobles retreated in fear, and even Xue Qinghe narrowed his eyes.
Huo Yuhao's smile grew even brighter.
"Oh dear, I didn't expect my fame to have spread throughout the entire empire?" He spread his hands dramatically. "Well, there's nothing I can do about it then..."
As he turned, his black robes billowed, Golden Pupils swept over the ashen-faced Tang Yuehua and the thoughtful Xue Qinghe: "Farewell."
P. S.: The Douluo I from ten thousand years ago has returned, and a new storyline will be introduced soon. However, please be patient, as we cannot reveal this new storyline yet, otherwise it won't be as fun...
Next was getting in touch with Qian Renxue. Actually, most of my knowledge about Qian Renxue was in a state of lurking. To be honest, I was also thinking about how to continue Qian Renxue's story.
I don't want to write a terrible romance, but the book's performance has been poor, with hardly anyone reading it. However, keeping updating is still the most important thing.