Huo Yuhao from The Peerless Tang Sect is incredibly talented.

Several weeks after the martial arts exchange between the Body Sect and Shrek Academy, the enrollment of new students at Shrek Academy began.

At the Shrek Academy freshman registration area, there was a table, a chair, and a roster.

A senior student with a ponytail sat behind the table. She turned a page of the roster without looking up: "Letters of recommendation."

Huo Buxiao handed over a letter of recommendation. The senior student glanced at it, confirmed its authenticity, and then continued speaking.

"Name."

"Huo Buxiao".

"Martial Soul".

"Ice Silkworm".

"Extend your hand, let me test your soul power."

Huo Buxiao extended his hand, allowing his senior to test his soul power. Huo Buxiao desperately suppressed his own soul power, and in the end, his senior measured his soul power at level fifteen.

The admission requirements for Shrek Academy are: under twelve years old, level fifteen soul power, a letter of recommendation from the city lord, and oh yes, tuition fees.

After the test, Huo Buxiao successfully joined Shrek Academy.

Huo Buxiao was Huo Yuhao in disguise. As for why he was called Huo Buxiao, it's because "xiao" (laughter) is a homophone for "xiao" (filial piety).

Huo Yuhao: I'm sorry, Professor Electrolux, I made you die in vain. I don't even dare to face my younger self.

Huo Yuhao in his younger days: I'm going to sever the Dai family's legacy! His future self: I've returned to my ancestral home and am now called Dai Yuhao!

Seven steps from now, you will be the enemy.

In the dead of night, I suddenly dreamt of my youth, and wept in my dream, my makeup streaked with tears.

Huo Yuhao felt that he was being too abstract when he thought about what he had done back then.

What do you mean by me recognizing my master's killer as my father-in-law, when my enemy even destroyed the keepsake my teacher left me?

I'll eat anyone who's human.

What's even more absurd is that after Tang Wutong returned, he could still use his technique, which was similar to Yang Guo's Ecstasy Palm. It turned out that he had given his lover a gift, but he was just pretending to be stupid.

Hao Dong's Three Wonders

Si Dong Quan - Thoughts Flow Like a Spring

Nian Dongjian - Unforgettable

Haodong Palm - Lifetimes

Upon realizing this, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but rub his forehead. He realized that he had truly been thoroughly influenced by the Tang family over time, to the point of being utterly corrupt.

After registering, Huo Yuhao went straight to his dormitory.

When Huo Yuhao pushed open the dormitory door, there were already people inside.

A boy sat on the bed by the window. His short, light blue hair shimmered with a faint pearlescent sheen in the evening light. His features were exquisitely delicate, and his skin was so white it was almost translucent.

Huo Yuhao stared at that person, his white moonlight, and couldn't help but be a little dazed. All sorts of past memories welled up in his mind, and his nose tingled with tears.

This matter is related to Huo Yuhao's own teacher. After taking Huo Yuhao to the outer world, the teacher first gave Huo Yuhao a lesson and educated him on his values, and then directly put himself back into the original timeline.

Instead of showing the scenes in chronological order, the teacher gave Huo Yuhao a shocking opening scene, showing him changing his surname and recognizing his ancestors, which messed with people's mentality.

Then they gave Huo Yuhao a brilliant edit, like "Mingdu Big Bang," "Hao Dong's Three Wonders," and "Competition Going Wrong."

Upon seeing this, Huo Yuhao immediately denied it, saying, "That's not me. That despicable Dai Yuhao, he actually impersonated me and ruined my reputation."

Direct justice cuts off.

"What's your name?"

The boy with light blue hair spoke, his voice clear and crisp, but the last syllable had an innate upward inflection, like that of a little princess.

"Huo Buxiao".

Wang Dong scanned the timid, dejected little boy in front of him.

Huo Yuhao was wearing an old, faded shirt with sleeves that were a bit too long. He had rolled them up twice to reveal his slender wrists.

Huo Yuhao stood at the dormitory door, carrying a bulging old backpack, his neck hunched over, looking like a mouse thrown into a strange cat's nest.

His features were obscured by his messy hair, making it impossible to see his face, but there was something about him that was hard to describe.

It's not indifference, nor is it inferiority; it's a tranquility that naturally forms after being on the margins for a long time, a calmness that holds no expectations for anything. Like a stone that's been kicked to the side of the road for too long, you can step on it and it won't make a sound, and you can pick it up and it won't feel hot.

He looked like a stray dog ​​with its spine broken.

"Huo Buxiao".

When Wang Dong called out the full name, the last syllable rose slightly, conveying a tone that said, "I'm going to reason with you, but you'd better not try to reason with me."

"Sweep." Wang Dong pointed to the broom, his movements clean and efficient, as if it were the natural order of things.

Huo Yuhao glanced at the broom, then at Wang Dong's expression, which seemed to say, "I've condescended to personally inform you, which is already a huge favor to you."

He asked, utterly terrified, "So?"

Watch me outsmart her.

"Wang Dong, do you think that just because I'm in the preparatory class, I should be sweeping the floor for you?"

Wang Dong paused for a moment while crossing his legs.

It wasn't that I was struck by a ruse; it was somewhat accidental. This person's voice just now was completely different from before. Before, it was timid and hesitant.

It's still the same volume, still the same calm tone, but now it's neither humble nor arrogant.

"You asked me to sweep the floor without even asking if I wanted to. I did it, and you didn't even say thank you. You think it's your right to do so."

Huo Yuhao rolled up his sleeves, his movements unhurried and his voice not rising an inch, "From beginning to end, you didn't say 'please,' you didn't ask if you could help me, you didn't say thank you. The way you pointed at the broom and gave it to me, it was like you were ordering a servant around."

Wang Dong stood up, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something to shut up, but she couldn't find the right words.

It wasn't because she was at a loss for words, but because she had never needed to find words for such things since she was a child. In the environment she had lived in, things that were taken for granted didn't need explanation, and she had never been exposed by someone in such a gentle yet sharp tone.

The little princess is really spoiled.

"You're probably waited on hand and foot at home. Your parents spoil you, your maids cater to you, and your teachers pamper you, so you're used to it. You think that talented people are born to be praised, while those with less talent are born to do the work."

Huo Yuhao didn't press forward. He remained standing at the bathroom door, still in that hunched posture, but his gaze pierced through the gaps in his drooping hair and landed directly on Wang Dong's face.

His gaze was steady, neither piercing nor averted. "Nothing of the sort. Your superior martial spirit is due to good fortune in your reincarnation, not that you're superior to others. We're all human."

"Since it's just the two of us in the dorm right now, I'll be frank. If you really think I'm some kind of servant..."

"Then let's follow the rules of the Soul Master world and have a competition. Right here, you can call it a start anytime you think I'm not up to par."

Huo Yuhao straightened up and looked directly into Wang Dong's face, without flinching or flinching.

What's wrong with the "white moonlight" (idealized romantic ideal)? If she's blocking my way and tarnishing my aspirations, I'll beat her up without hesitation.

The white moonlight isn't a comrade.

"Whoever loses has to clean the dorm for the rest of the semester."

"What level are you?" Wang Dong asked, his tone clearly showing anger.

"Level 15, Ice Silkworm Martial Soul."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dong laughed in anger, thinking, "So you're just a little punk pretending to be a big shot."

I'm a second-ring Soul Master, with one yellow and one purple Soul Ring. Let me show you what I'm made of.