Douluo Continent: Transmigrating into Huo Yuhao's world, I start by becoming Yao Lao's app

Chapter 88 Mirror of the Mortal World: I'm amazing, I have a genius!

At this moment, Jing Hongchen was in a rather disheveled state, not only panting heavily, but even his black robe was somewhat torn.

"Um?"

Jing Hongchen's gaze sharpened as he noticed Yu Tao, who was also staring intently at him.

Following Yu Tao's gaze, he also noticed Huo Yuhao absorbing a spirit ring next to Yu Tao, and Meng Hongchen, who was also absorbing a spirit ring not far away.

"Who are you?" Jing Hongchen asked coldly, and a powerful aura instantly erupted from him.

"Are you the Master of the Red Dust Hall?" Yu Tao asked, but his words lacked respect.

With the strength of the Body Sect, there was no fear of the Mingde Hall. Moreover, he also possessed the strength of a Soul Douluo. Although he was no match for Jing Hongchen, a ninth-level Soul Master, he had no fear.

"Miss Meng Hongchen encountered this Frost Dragon Bird before, and during the battle, she was accidentally trapped. My young master saw this and ordered me to rescue Miss Meng and help her obtain this soul ring."

Jing Hongchen glanced again at his beloved granddaughter, who was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed absorbing the soul ring, and nodded gently.

The Frost Dragon Bird was swollen all over after being hammered by Yu Tao. This kind of injury was definitely not something Meng Hongchen could have caused, so he had no choice but to believe it.

Looking at Yu Tao's right arm, which was unusually thick for a normal person, Jing Hongchen's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly said, "Are you from the Body Sect?"

As the head of Mingde Hall, Jing Hongchen had dealt with the Body Sect more than once. Those whose bodies are different from ordinary people are mostly Soul Masters with Body Martial Souls, making them very easy to identify.

Yu Tao's thick, muscular arm suggests either that his martial soul is this right arm, or that he's still unmarried at this age.

"Master Hongchen has a good eye." Seeing that he had been recognized by Jing Hongchen, Yu Tao no longer denied it.

"You call this kid Young Master, so isn't he the heir of the Body Sect?" Jing Hongchen's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

The fact that the Body Sect has some connection with the Heavenly Soul Empire is no secret to him.

While Huo Yuhao, standing beside Yu Tao, only had a ten-year-level first spirit ring, his second spirit ring dared to absorb a ten-thousand-year-old spirit beast, and it seemed he was about to succeed. Such a prodigy made Jing Hongchen feel a hint of killing intent.

Yu Tao nodded, and his soul power began to surge wildly. If Jing Hongchen showed even the slightest intention to attack, he would not hesitate to take Huo Yuhao away from this place.

Even if Jing Hongchen is a level nine Soul Master, if he risks his life to fully activate his second awakening technique, he can definitely cover Huo Yuhao's escape from the Arctic Ice Plains. Even if he dies, this debt will surely be settled by Du Busi with Mingde Hall.

The most important thing is that Huo Yuhao absolutely cannot get into trouble.

"Wow, Grandpa, you're back! How are you? Are you alright?"

Just as tensions were about to rise, a delicate cry broke the standoff between the two. Meng Hongchen had actually completed the absorption of the soul ring in such a short time, and upon seeing Jing Hongchen beside her, she quickly ran over.

Of course, this wasn't because Meng Hongchen's talent was particularly strong; it was mainly because the poor Frost Dragon Bird had been tortured to the point of despair by Yu Tao. After being killed by Meng Hongchen, it was so moved that it didn't even release the soul shock unique to soul beasts over ten thousand years old before it simply died.

"Grandpa, you really scared me to death! I thought something had happened to you," Meng Hongchen said, snuggling into Jing Hongchen's arms. "Oh, right, Grandpa, this is Huo Yuhao. He and this uncle saved me and even helped me hunt for a spirit ring. You have to repay them for me!"

Upon hearing Meng Hongchen's words, Jing Hongchen and Yu Tao exchanged a glance, both revealing awkward smiles.

At that moment, the jet-black ten-thousand-year soul ring on the Ice Silkworm's corpse solidified completely on Huo Yuhao's body. The combination of one white and one black soul ring looked quite strange, causing a glint to flash in Jing Hongchen's eyes.

Huo Yuhao opened his eyes and smiled at Jing Hongchen. He had seen through their conversation and the subtle confrontation between them using his mental detection, so there was no need to ask any further questions.

"Junior Huo Yuhao greets Hall Master Hongchen," Huo Yuhao said, bowing to Jing Hongchen.

"Um"

Jing Hongchen bent down slightly and helped Huo Yuhao up. Through his grip on Huo Yuhao's hands, he could feel that Huo Yuhao's physique was far beyond that of his peers, and he was indeed undoubtedly the inheritor of the Body Sect.

"This is not the place to talk. I fought with that ice bear a few times and suffered some losses before I left. I don't know if it will come after me. I should leave the far north ice plains as soon as possible."

After saying this, Jing Hongchen leaped into the air, and two thin golden lights suddenly unfolded behind him, propelling his body slowly upward.

Huo Yuhao carefully observed the flying soul tool used by Jing Hongchen. It actually looked like a pair of wings, thin and soft, without any metallic feel at all. Pale golden light flowed on it, and no soul power was emitted. It simply unfolded gently, carrying Jing Hongchen into the air.

A golden light bloomed over the vast snowfield. Huo Yuhao and Yu Tao felt a golden light curtain descend from the sky. The next moment, Meng Hongchen and their bodies were already enveloped in it.

Yu Tao was shocked and tried to forcibly destroy the golden light barrier, but Huo Yuhao stopped him.

Immediately afterward, their bodies soared into the sky, seemingly riding the clouds. Only then did they realize that Jing Hongchen's pair of flying soul tools had suddenly expanded a thousandfold, and Meng Hongchen and the others were enveloped in a layer of golden light, hovering behind Jing Hongchen.

Two enormous golden wings, each ten meters wide, flapped gently, carrying them towards the edge of the far north ice plains.

Everything outside became completely illusory, but Huo Yuhao, inside the light membrane, felt no discomfort whatsoever. It was as if he were in a quiet room, where he couldn't even hear the wind. If it weren't for the rapidly passing scenery outside, he wouldn't have felt that he was flying at high speed in the air at all.

"Huo Yuhao, I feel that you don't seem to have any aversion to using soul tools," Jing Hongchen suddenly said.

The Body Sect has always held its Body Martial Soul in high regard, regarding it as a divinely bestowed talent, and looking down on all Soul Masters who use Soul Tools.

Their traditions, or rather, their pedantry, are even more extreme than those of Shrek Academy.

Just like now, Yu Tao was clearly uncomfortable being carried by the flying soul tool, constantly shifting his position. However, Huo Yuhao remained calm and composed, like an aristocrat enjoying a play in a theater.

Hearing Jing Hongchen's words, Huo Yuhao inwardly rolled his eyes. "I flew supersonic planes in my past life. Your speed isn't slow, but it's not enough to scare me."

Of course, he wouldn't say that openly. With a slight smile, Huo Yuhao said to Jing Hongchen, "Soul tools are nothing more than weapons used by soul masters. Like martial souls, soul rings, and soul bones, they are all tools of soul masters."

"As Soul Masters, our cultivation is inherently a struggle against fate. If we allow a small metal machine to confine our minds, or even cause us to cower in fear, wouldn't we become a laughingstock?"

(End of this chapter)