Douluo Continent: The creation of Jixia Academy made Bibi Dong drool with envy.

Chapter 126 Wan'er's Charm, the Irresistible Little Huo
On the official road leading to Xingluo City, a uniquely designed carriage was traveling smoothly and at high speed.

This carriage was made entirely of an unknown bluish-black metal.

The car body is engraved with countless fine runes, which shimmer faintly in the sunlight.

The chariot was not pulled by ordinary horses, but by two lifelike metal war wolves made entirely of mechanical components.

This is the "Wind Wolf Type 1" long-range soul-guided vehicle produced by the Jixia Academy.

Inside the carriage, Huo Yuhao sat upright, appearing somewhat reserved.

This was the first time he had been alone with such a beautiful girl in such a small space.

Especially the innate elegance emanating from the other person, a blend of scholarly refinement and the subtle scent of ink.

This made him, a young man who had climbed up from the very bottom of the Duke's mansion, feel a sense of shame.

"Junior Brother Huo, there's no need to be so nervous."

Seemingly sensing Huo Yuhao's unease, Shangguan Wan'er put down her book, smiled, and spoke, her voice as clear and melodious as the wind chimes outside the window.

"The journey to Xingluo City is still long. Since we are companions, we should be more relaxed."

"Yes...yes, Senior Sister Wan'er."

Huo Yuhao nodded quickly, but his body remained tense.

Seeing this, Shangguan Wan'er said no more, but simply shook her head with a slight smile.

She knew that the little guy's inner conflict was far from being resolved in just a few words.

She then turned to talk about some interesting anecdotes about the Jixia Academy, as well as some basic understandings of the Jixia Way.

From the mechanical arts' pursuit of knowledge through investigation and understanding of its origins, to the literary arts' belief that words are the voice of the heart and characters are the painting of the soul, and then to the forbidden arts of the magic arts' mentor, Elex, exploring life and death and questioning the soul...

Shangguan Wan'er used the most common and easy-to-understand language to slowly unfold a magnificent picture for Huo Yuhao.

A vivid picture of the Hundred Schools of Thought in Jixia.

Huo Yuhao listened with rapt attention, his eyes filled with endless longing for the legendary main academy of Jixia.

So, the world of Soul Masters really can be so... colorful.

In the midst of this relaxed and inquisitive conversation, the Wind Wolf Type 1 Soul Guidance Carriage, which was in motion, suddenly came to a slow stop.

"Ok?"

Huo Yuhao's heart tightened.

Shangguan Wan'er frowned slightly. Her keen senses had already detected the energy fluctuations emanating from the road ahead, filled with a bloody and violent aura.

The two lifted the carriage curtain and looked outside.

On the official road ahead, a group of about twenty or thirty bandits, dressed in tattered leather armor and wielding various weapons, were clearly not to be trifled with. They had surrounded a small caravan.

The caravan's guards, though fighting desperately, were no match for the overwhelming disparity in strength and suffered heavy casualties, retreating in defeat after defeat.

It was clear that the caravan's wagons, laden with goods, and the trembling women inside, were about to fall into the clutches of the bandits.

"Robbery in broad daylight, it's truly... a disgrace to public morals."

Shangguan Wan'er's voice remained gentle, but a hint of coldness had crept into her clear eyes.

"Senior, we..."

Huo Yuhao instinctively wanted to take out the soul tool that Master Lu Ban had given him.

"It doesn't matter."

Shangguan Wan'er gently pressed his hand down and smiled.

"Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? There's no need to use any contraptions to kill such petty scoundrels."

As she spoke, she swayed and, like a fluttering butterfly, silently landed in front of the bandits.

"Oh, another pretty girl coming to her death?"

The bandit leader, a burly man with a face full of scars and a soul power level of around Soul Master, had a greedy gleam in his eyes the moment he saw Shangguan Wan'er.

"Perfect timing, brothers! We're getting lucky today, a buy-one-get-one-free deal! Men, get her! Grab her, there's a big reward for her!"

however.

His response was not a swarm of his men.

Instead, there was a deathly silence.

There, Shangguan Wan'er faced dozens of menacing bandits, her face showing no sign of panic.

She simply...slowly took out a white jade brush from her sleeve, its tip gleaming with a chilling light...

“Seal script, spiritual power, and bondage.”

With a slight twist of her wrist, the ink brush moved through the air like flowing clouds and water, outlining the character "缚" (fù, meaning "bound"), which was full of ancient simplicity and a sense of order.

The moment the character "缚" took shape, it instantly transformed into countless ink-black chains condensed from soul power and the primordial energy of heaven and earth. As if possessing a life of their own, they wrapped around the bandits in an overwhelming manner.

"what?!"

"Ah! My body... I can't move!"

Before the bandits could even react, they were tightly bound by the dark chains, each one like an insect caught in a spider web, unable to move.

"What...what kind of soul skill is this?!"

The bandit leader, who was at the Soul Master level, was utterly horrified.

He desperately tried to unleash his soul power to break free from the strange, dark chains, only to find that the chains were incredibly tough and tightened the more he struggled.

“Seal script, brushstrokes, and strokes.”

Shangguan Wan'er didn't even glance at him, and with a light touch of her brush in the air once more.

A sharp stroke of the pen, barely perceptible to the naked eye, flashed across the bandit leader's wrist and Achilles tendon as if by teleportation.

"Ahhhh!!!"

A shrill scream sounded.

The bandit leader felt his limbs go weak, and a piercing pain shot through him.

The weapon in his hand clattered to the ground, and he collapsed like a limp rag doll, his tendons in his hands and feet severed.

With a mere gesture, he crippled dozens of bandits, including some powerful Soul Sect experts.

The entire process was devoid of any trace of human activity, so elegant... it was as if someone were wielding a brush and splashing ink to create a timeless masterpiece.

Inside the carriage, Huo Yuhao was completely dumbfounded by what he saw, his heart filled with indescribable shock.

Is this... the literary path of Jixia Academy?
So, pen and ink... really can kill!
Moreover, the killing was done in such an elegant and freehand manner!
After dealing with the group of villains, Shangguan Wan'er put away her brush, as if she had only done a trivial matter.

She nodded slightly to the stunned caravan members, then turned and returned to the carriage.

The "Wind Wolf Type 1" started up again and slowly drove away from the devastated area.

A few more days passed.

When the magnificent city of Xingluo, filled with an aura of iron and blood and majesty, finally appeared on the horizon.

Huo Yuhao's heart clenched again.

Star Luo City... White Tiger Duke's Mansion...

His mother's resentful gaze before her death, the cold and indifferent faces of others, and the memories that had brought him endless humiliation and pain surged into his mind like a tide.

His body trembled slightly, uncontrollably, due to excitement and hatred.

"The past is like smoke and clouds, but obsession is a prison for the heart."

Shangguan Wan'er's cool voice rang in his ears at just the right moment.

“Junior Brother Huo, if you want to truly control your own destiny, you must first learn to see through it, let it go, and ultimately... transcend it.”

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao's body trembled violently, and the confusion and hatred in his eyes were gradually replaced by a sliver of clarity.

Yes, he is no longer the helpless child who could only cry in the dark.

He is a disciple of the Jixia Academy!
Just as his mind cleared and his beliefs were reaffirmed.

A massive carriage, lavishly decorated and drawn by eight magnificent dragon-scaled horses, adorned with a lifelike white tiger emblem, passed by their "Wind Wolf Type 1".

Huo Yuhao's gaze unconsciously drifted towards the car window.

Although it was just a glance, his bright eyes still clearly captured the familiar yet unfamiliar young profile inside the car window, a profile filled with arrogance and indifference.

And... the White Tiger badge he wore on his chest, symbolizing his status as the heir of the White Tiger Duke's mansion!
It was Dai Yueheng, his half-brother.

Huo Yuhao's breathing stopped instantly.

(End of this chapter)