Douluo Continent: I, Huo Yuhao, am the Master of Spirit

Chapter 89 Prelude
Returning to reality, Huo Yuhao shouted out the window:

Good morning, Night City... Xiru City!

After a night's rest, Lingmou's pupil power recovered considerably. Although there was still a slight throbbing pain, it did not prevent her from using it.

This time, Huo Yuhao did not use his divine power to go directly to the Passion headquarters office, but chose to walk.

The main reason was that the long teleportation yesterday almost made him vomit, and the scene in front of him was like a frame drop, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Taking a walk can help calm your mind.

He had always been a hands-off manager, and the development of Xilu City basically existed in Huo Yuhao's mind only in the form of words.

Tianmeng Bingcan probably knows better than he does how fast Xilu City is developing, since he is the one handling government documents.

Walking down the streets now, one can truly witness firsthand the rapid development of Xilu City.

It was completely different from the curse of those nobles who were boiled alive back then.

Xilu City was not destroyed by passion; it was free from prostitutes, street violence, bloody gladiatorial combat, addictive drugs, casinos, and other things that Huo Yuhao loathed.

This place, on the contrary, attracted a group of chambers of commerce that genuinely wanted to do business, as well as a large number of ordinary people.

Many Soul Masters have even come here to live. Most of these Soul Masters are injured and want to find a place to spend the rest of their lives.

What shocked Huo Yuhao was that these Soul Masters were extremely young! Their Martial Souls were at least intermediate-level!
At a breakfast shop, Huo Yuhao approached a Soul Master and called out to the owner:

"Boss, give me double the price for this table of food, I'll pay."

That young Soul Master was probably a novice, encountering a social terrorist like Huo Yuhao for the first time.

He stammered:

"Um... no, thank you."

Seeing his expression, Huo Yuhao smiled and said:
"It's alright, bro, eat as much as you want. This is the first time I've met you here."

"You look like a fresh graduate. How about telling me your story?"

The young Soul Master looked at Huo Yuhao with a puzzled expression and said:

"You know my story?"

Huo Yuhao shook his head sincerely and said:
"do not know."

"But your face tells a story."

The young Soul Master eventually confided his experiences to Huo Yuhao.

This child is named Zhou You, his martial soul is the Fixed Distance Ruler, and his innate soul power is level seven!

He was an absolute genius, and no matter which school he went to, he was treated like a treasure and nurtured.

Unfortunately, he went to Shrek Academy and met a teacher named Zhou Yi.

Upon hearing this familiar name, Huo Yuhao immediately leaned back in a gesture of respect.

According to this child, he was required to run 100 laps as soon as school started.

You have to understand that his background is ordinary. He finally managed to get a letter of recommendation from the city lord, and he didn't have much money. His nutrition was simply not up to par with this kind of high-intensity training.

Moreover, he is a support-type weapon spirit master, whose spirit provides almost no bonus to physical attributes.

Thanks to his talent, he managed to make it to the fourth grade. However, due to internal injuries, his cultivation speed plummeted, and he was eventually expelled by Zhou Yi without any expression.

I'm thrilled to have a four-year trip to Shrek.

The Soul Masters who came with him were all in similar situations; the hidden injuries in their bodies prevented them from making any progress.

After struggling to no avail, he chose to spend the rest of his life in Xilu City.

Huo Yuhao sighed and said to Zhou You, "You must have heard about hospitality when you come here."

"Go there, they have people there who can help you heal these hidden injuries."

Shrek Academy is practically a talent export center; they just throw away so many promising young talents!

No wonder the Holy Spirit Cult likes to buy supplies from Shrek Academy so much.

After pointing out a clear path for the young Soul Master, Huo Yuhao left the breakfast shop and continued on his way to the Passion Headquarters.

"Yuhao, I know all the members of Passion, but it seems like no one can heal hidden injuries."

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm was a little confused in the Sea of ​​Spirit. As the silkworm behind passion, each member had a file record in his brain.

He was quite certain that no one possessed the ability to heal hidden injuries. Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao, his face full of exasperation, said to Tianmeng Ice Silkworm:
"And me?"

"I don't have that ability?"

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm suddenly realized, and said embarrassedly:
"Oh, I forgot about you!"

The golden tortoiseshell couldn't help but laugh when it saw that Tianmeng Ice Silkworm looked like it hadn't woken up yet.

"Haha...cough!"

Tianmeng suddenly opened her eyes wide and stared at the large golden hawksbill turtle, saying:

"What are you laughing laughing?"

"Have you finished the five-year alchemy course and the three-year simulation course?!"

"You've finished all the practice papers. There are still a hundred left. Hurry up and finish them!"

"I'll check it myself in a while. If it's not finished, you can say goodbye to your tortoise shell!"

The golden hawksbill turtle immediately deflated, its two heads lying listlessly on the ground, saying:
"Brother Tianmeng, this turtle really is going to die."

"This is so difficult."

"Let me sleep for a while."

Tianmeng went over and tapped its shell, saying sternly:

"Sleep, all you do is sleep."

"How do you manage to sleep at your age?!"

"Two hundred thousand years old is the perfect age to give it your all!"

"Study hard!"

The golden tortoiseshell quietly raised its head and said:

"Brother Tianmeng, I'm only fifty thousand years old."

"I can use what I've cultivated for four years in one year."

Tianmeng Bingcan's face turned red and green in turns, and he felt that this tortoise was indirectly criticizing his poor talent.

He has genuinely cultivated for a million years! Of course, he spends most of his time showing off rare and precious treasures.

Huo Yuhao had already entered the office of the Passion Headquarters and was listening to the silkworm and the tortoise bickering.

He sat down and interrupted their conversation.

"Brother Tianmeng, can you still sense the spiritual imprint of the far north?"

Tianmeng sat on the golden tortoise shell, closed her eyes, and immediately sensed the spiritual imprint, saying:

"No problem, it's still there. It seems there's no life there."

"My brother's mental imprint was not deliberately hidden; any normal person would examine it."

"I'll know immediately if anyone touches it!"

Huo Yuhao tapped the table lightly, the purple nanmu wood making a crisp sound. He searched for information about the far north in the original work, trying to find relevant records.

"The far north..."

"Brother Tianmeng, tell me, yesterday near the Lake of Death in the far north, if you unleashed your mental power to attack that unknown area, could you forcefully break through the barrier there?"

Tianmeng, with a slight smile, sat cross-legged on the golden tortoiseshell and held up three fingers to Huo Yuhao, saying:

"Of course!"

"No need to unleash your mental power, just the level of mental power you had yesterday will suffice. I can pry open that turtle shell in three minutes!"

"That barrier is mainly powerful in its shielding capabilities; even with my million-year mental power, I didn't detect it immediately!"

"Its defensive capabilities are just so-so; it can overload the barrier in three minutes."

Huo Yuhao smiled and said:
"Then it can't possibly be related to the Ice God."

There's only one possibility left.

(End of this chapter)