Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

Wang Dong and Dai Huabin each defeated the thousand-year-old soul beast.

It was finally Huo Yuhao's turn to appear.

He asked for a thousand-year-old soul beast.

He then followed Zhang Mo's example, putting his hands behind his back and unleashing the pressure of his second martial soul.

"roll."

One word was enough to frighten the thousand-year-old soul beast back into its cage.

Yan Shaozhe's face was a mixture of emotions, then he clenched his fist and said something: We must bring Huo Yuhao back to the embrace of the Martial Soul System.

He wanted to go down and find Huo Yuhao himself, and all the teachers followed him around busily.

Twin Martial Souls, New Soul Bone, Ultimate Ice, Top-Tier Beast Martial Soul.

These titles suddenly fell upon Huo Yuhao.

At this moment, Wang Yan felt no curiosity or desire to know what had happened to Huo Yuhao. Instead, he turned to look at his good brother Zhang Mo, who was much older than him and had been standing beside him all along.

Zhang Mo's young and innocent face carried a hint of vicissitude and a bitter smile.

A bead of sweat slid down Wang Yan's forehead. The surrounding figures swayed and the noise was deafening, all related to Huo Yuhao in the audience.

It was as if from that very moment on, this was Huo Yuhao's world.

Everything revolved around him; people discussed, praised, marveled at, and envied him.

All of this is related to his mysterious, suddenly appearing second martial soul.

People seem to have forgotten how weak he once was, and how difficult his past life was. They also remember how his first spirit ring caused him to suffer endless scorn from the world.

He looked at Zhang Mo. Despite the bustling surroundings, he felt an eerie quiet, as if the world consisted only of him and Zhang Mo. They simply stared at each other.

He recalled Zhang Mo's words: "This child is the best example."

"Gulp." He swallowed nervously.

He desperately wanted to say something, to defend the college where he had studied and taught. He tried to open his mouth, but not a single syllable could escape.

Wang Yan was a kind person. He once firmly believed that Huo Yuhao would make a name for himself someday, but when that day actually came, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Should we be happy for Huo Yuhao or sad for the academy?

"The college has high requirements, which I understand."

"Just like forging a good sword, you need a good piece of iron."

"Aren't all these students in the audience excellent pieces of iron? But has the academy really forged a bunch of fine swords?"

These words struck Wang Yan's heart like a heavy hammer.

Zhang Mo knew he shouldn't have said these things to Wang Yan, because Wang Yan wasn't a member of the academy's martial arts faction.

Wang Yan is kind-hearted, loves martial spirits, and loves knowledge. He believes in the potential of his students and martial spirits.

But Zhang Mo had to speak up today, because it was also hard for him to keep it to himself. He could tell Du Weilun, Yan Shaozhe, and even Elder Mu!

These martial spirit geniuses have no understanding of the coldness and warmth of human relationships.

Zhang Mo and Wang Yan looked at each other in silence. He patted Wang Yan on the shoulder and left the platform with Yan Shaozhe.

Yan Shaozhe found a nearby office and, along with Du Weilun and Zhang Mo, brought Huo Yuhao there.

Subsequently, Yan Shaozhe apologized to Huo Yuhao on behalf of the Martial Soul Department and offered many generous terms.

They ensured that Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao would also join the inner academy; they gathered matching soul bones for Huo Yuhao; and they mobilized the entire school to prepare a 100,000-year soul ring for Huo Yuhao.

Unlike Du Weilun, who stood behind Yan Shaozhe like a lackey, Zhang Mo rummaged through the office looking for tea leaves and then brewed himself a pot of tea.

Yan Shaozhe was fixated on Huo Yuhao, so he didn't say a word as Zhang Mo paced back and forth in the office.

"boom--"

Just then, the office door was pushed open by a dark arm!

"Yan Shaozhe! You shameless old man!"

Qian Duoduo pushed open the door and immediately started cursing.

Zhang Mo remained silent throughout, and he even made Huo Yuhao a cup of tea.

He was waiting, waiting for the person who could shut up that old fox Yan Shaozhe.

"Hmph!" A delicate shout rang out from outside the door.

Zhang Mo knew he had finally met his match.

A woman who was 1.7 meters tall, dressed in a smart color-changing outfit, with her hair neatly tied up.

Her mere presence at the doorway immediately diminished Yan Shaozhe's imposing aura.

Zhang Mo asked Huo Yuhao, "What are your thoughts?"

Huo Yuhao had no idea what to do at that moment. He scratched his head and said, "I'll listen to Master."

"Heh, you little rascal." Zhang Mo pinched Huo Yuhao's cheek.

"Master, it hurts."

"Then let's decide at the Shanghai Shenge Conference!" Yan Shaozhe shouted defiantly.

"Fine, I'll go!" Xianlin'er said sweetly.

Thus, a grand meeting of the Sea God Pavilion, which would determine Huo Yuhao's future, was launched.

Poseidon Lake, Poseidon Island, Poseidon Pavilion.

This is the true heart of Shrek Academy, and the Sea God Pavilion is also the highest meeting place of Shrek Academy.

Only the deans and vice deans of the Martial Soul Department and the Soul Guidance Department, as well as the elders of the Sea God Pavilion's Hall of Worship, are qualified to participate in this meeting.

But there was an uninvited guest at this meeting.

That's Zhang Mo!

Zhang Mo even sat to the right of the Pavilion Master.

The incident began when Zhang Mo wanted to accompany Yan Shaozhe and Xian Lin'er to the Sea God Pavilion. However, he was told that he was not qualified to participate, so Zhang Mo took out the imperial edict from the Sea God Pavilion.

Zhang Mo claimed that Huo Yuhao was late because of this imperial edict, and he wanted to use this meeting to report to the Pavilion Master.

The two then led him to the Sea God Pavilion.

As soon as the Pavilion Master saw Zhang Mo, he asked him to sit on his right.

The ensuing meeting was nothing more than a war of words between the Martial Soul Department and the Soul Guidance Department. Elder Xuan, meanwhile, dozed off with his eyes half-closed, completely unconcerned.

Everyone firmly believed in Huo Yuhao's future and wanted him to join their ranks. The elders also cautiously discussed who should he submit to.

"Alright!" Elder Mu, who was sitting at the head of the table, spoke up.

Old Master Mu's voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly, as if he were speaking right next to their ear.

"Zhang Mo, what do you think?" Old Mu's eyelids were still drooping.

Everyone was shocked by Elder Mu's words, because they did not expect Elder Mu to ask for their opinion. Even Elder Xuan opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Mo seriously.

Zhang Mo himself was also very shocked, as this was not part of his plan. His original plan was to argue further later, until the discussion reached a climax, at which point he would jump up and criticize Yan Shaozhe's faction in the Martial Soul system.

But now the room was silent, and everyone was staring at him, so he felt a little embarrassed to yell.

"Cough." Zhang Mo nervously clenched his fist and coughed lightly a few times.

"I believe the problem lies with the academy, with its very foundation."

These words caused a stir in the audience, with a barrage of questions.

An elderly woman spoke up, "Do you know what you're saying?"

Zhang Mo laughed and said, "I know what I'm talking about."

"The academy is divided into two majors: Martial Soul Department and Soul Guidance Department. Wasn't that originally set up for the students' benefit?"

"When did it become a battleground for factional strife between the two departments within the academy?"

"Why is everyone discussing Huo Yuhao's allegiance and the interests of each faction?"

"Why is no one concerned about the interests of the academy?"

"Have your actions truly maximized the interests of the academy?"