Douluo Continent, I, Huo Yuhao, defy fate with my spiritual eyes.

Beneath a palatial building, with red bricks and green tiles, its sprawling scale, stretching as far as the eye can see, reveals the considerable power and influence of its owner.

An eleven-year-old boy looked like a tiny ant beneath this building, but there was no reverence in his eyes, only a calm observation.

"Ten years! I've finally reached level ten! I can finally leave the Duke's mansion!"

The young man was Huo Yuhao, dressed in ordinary cloth clothes that looked quite old. Although worn, they were still very clean. Beneath his short black hair, he displayed a determination far beyond his years. He carried a small bag on his back, which was bulging as if it contained a lot of things.

Looking up at the huge and imposing plaque of the Duke's Mansion, my mind was filled with countless thoughts.

"In that dream, the time it took to reach level ten, the Duchess's oppression, and my mother's death gradually became reality..."

Five years ago, he suddenly fainted when he awakened his martial soul. When he woke up again, a memory appeared in his mind.

For some reason, many things in my memory have become blurry and unclear; I can only vaguely remember them.

In his memory, he experienced a legendary life, eventually becoming a god, ascending to the divine realm, marrying the woman he loved, and seeing his deceased mother again.

However, from Huo Yuhao's perspective as an outsider, the truth behind this seemingly perfect facade is chilling. How could he possibly forgive Dai Hao? How could he possibly change his surname from Huo to Dai?!

Like a puppet, he was controlled by some unknown force and became that person's most capable watchdog!

Thinking of Tang San, the Sea God who always wore a smile and wielded a trident, Huo Yuhao felt a chill run down his spine, filled with boundless disgust and a turbulent inner turmoil.

A bastard who can tear his own daughter's soul apart, put her in a chastity lock, and use torture to test his love—in this life, he must tear off Tang San's high and mighty hypocritical facade!

Huo Yuhao's scattered thoughts returned to his focus, and his gaze refocused on the plaque of the Duke's mansion. A deep-seated hatred welled up from the bottom of his heart, and bloodshot veins clung to his eyes, making his handsome face appear somewhat terrifying.

While he couldn't settle his score with Tang San the hypocrite yet, there was one debt he absolutely had to settle today!

Because his awakened martial soul was only the Spirit Eye, which had a level one innate soul power, and was neither the Evil Eye White Tiger, the martial soul inherited by the Duke's mansion, nor did he have a high innate soul power, Huo Yuhao was completely disregarded in the Duke's mansion. The Duchess began to suppress him and his mother.

Because of the sheer volume of memories, Huo Yuhao's six-year-old body could not handle it, and he lived with a somewhat mentally challenged mind, being ridiculed as a fool by the people in the Duke's mansion.

Huo Yun'er and her son were not only banished to the woodshed in the servants' quarters because of their illness, but also cut off from all sources of income. Even so, the strong-willed Huo Yun'er still managed to raise Huo Yuhao on her own.

The two depended on each other for survival until that day, when Huo Yuhao finally saw the terrifying and unpredictable nature of fate.

It was a cold, rainy night with heavy snow falling. Just because of a casual remark from the Duchess, Dai Huabin, in an attempt to please his mother, took his servants and asked Huo Yun'er to hand-wash one of the Duchess's precious fox fur coats.

Dai Huabin and his men watched as Huo Yun'er slowly washed the fox fur coat in the cold rainy night. Even though Huo Yuhao tried his best to resist, at that time he was just a child with incomplete memories but no power.

She could only be pinned to the ground by the servants and watch as her mother endured the biting cold water as she slowly washed her gorgeous fox fur coat.

On a rainy night, a richly dressed young man sat with his legs crossed, drinking tea, surrounded by several braziers. On the other side, a boy was forced down in the mud, his body splattered with mud. A gentle woman, with tears in her eyes, turned her head away, unable to bear it, and slowly washed the heavy fox fur coat.

It was at that moment that the intense hatred caused Huo Yuhao to completely merge with the memories, but it was all too late.

Although he managed to create and sell some small soul tools using his memories and meager soul power, Huo Yun'er's condition worsened.

He would never forget the feeling of being pressed down on the muddy ground that day, nor would he forget watching his mother's old illness relapse and how he could only watch as his mother's body gradually weakened.

He has never forgotten this hatred over the years, but in order to protect himself and ensure the future cleansing of the Duke's mansion, he has endured it until today.

Huo Yuhao took one last, expressionless look at the Duke's mansion before walking in as usual. However, his destination was not the woodshed, but rather—Dai Huabin's residence.

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Dai Huabin lived on the north side of the Duke's mansion, where a raging river ran straight through his residence, dividing a playground in two.

"Huff...huff...again!"

Dai Huabin, shirtless with sweat dripping down his face, looked arrogantly at the servants opposite him.

The servant was already bruised and swollen. Although he was cursing Dai Huabin, a Soul Master, for shamelessly sparring with an ordinary person like him, he still put on a fawning smile.

"Young Master Dai is getting more and more powerful. I'm no match for you. Please, have mercy on me!"

Upon hearing this, Dai Huabin's face darkened, and he cursed.

"Useless bastard! Trash, you can't even handle this much!"

The servants could only smile obsequiously, not daring to refute in the slightest.

At this moment, another servant hurriedly entered.

"Young Master Dai, that good-for-nothing born of that maid has arrived. She says she has a way to help you surpass Dai Yueheng, but she wants to speak with you privately."

At first, Dai Huabin seemed indifferent, raising an eyebrow, but when he heard the name Dai Yueheng, his expression darkened, and then he had someone bring Huo Yuhao over with great interest.

"Oh? Let him come here. You all go down first."

Before long, Huo Yuhao appeared, carrying a small bag on his back and clutching a small cloth ball in his hand, which seemed to contain something. His expression was respectful, showing no sign of resentment.

Dai Huabin straightened his clothes, looking at Huo Yuhao with an arrogant expression. His gaze was not that of someone looking at a fellow clansman, but rather like that of someone looking at a pig or a dog.

"So you're saying you have a way to help me beat Dai Yueheng?"

Huo Yuhao bowed slightly, shrinking into a small ball, looking very submissive and timid.

"Yes, I recently acquired a wonderful treasure that is very helpful for my spiritual practice."

Seeing Huo Yuhao's servile and obsequious manner, Dai Huabin sneered inwardly. Sure enough, lowly servants could only give birth to such a bastard, who was even eagerly sending him treasures.

However, he remained somewhat wary.

"What wonderful treasure? And why did you give it to me?"

"I want to hunt for a spirit ring, but as you know, that requires a considerable amount of money, so I'd like to exchange this treasure for it."

Although somewhat surprised by Huo Yuhao's cultivation speed, he found the reason perfectly logical.

Dai Huabin, his guard down, stepped forward excitedly, waving his hand in a very generous manner.

"Alright, let me see it. If it's a good treasure, I might even have someone take you hunting for a spirit ring!"

As the two closed the distance, Huo Yuhao lowered his head, estimating the distance little by little based on the footsteps, while talking to himself.

"This amazing item can accelerate cultivation speed; it's the reason I was able to reach level ten so quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Dai Huabin's breathing became more rapid, and he leaned forward again.

Soul Masters are divided into ten ranks, from lowest to highest: Soul Warrior, Soul Master, Great Soul Master, Soul Venerable, Soul Sect Master, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, Soul Douluo, and Titled Douluo.

The later you progress, the slower your cultivation speed becomes. Anything that can accelerate cultivation is a rare and precious treasure.

Seeing Dai Huabin almost within reach, a ruthless glint flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes. His fingers slid across the cloth bag, and a gleaming white dagger was drawn from it. He channeled his soul power, and the dagger shot out a foot-long blade of light, clean and ruthless, piercing towards Dai Huabin with a whistling sound. *Thud!*

As the dagger plunged into his heart, Dai Huabin's muscles tensed, and intense pain shot through his chest. Incredibly, Dai Huabin trembled slightly, hurriedly covering his bleeding wound with his hand and letting out a roar.

"you!!!"