Chapter 5 Huo Yuhao Joins the Tang Clan, Tang Ya's Pity
Zhu Lu kept her head down, kicking at the pebbles at her feet, while her hands tightly gripped Dai Huabin's clothes.
That feeling of gain and loss still lingers.
"Hua Bin, are you really... not going to turn back?" She couldn't help but ask again, her voice filled with a humble plea.
Dai Huabin stopped in his tracks.
He turned around and looked at the silly girl.
"I am Dai Huabin."
Dai Huabin raised his hand and gently tidied her wind-blown temples.
"My word is my bond. And…"
He leaned down, whispered in Zhu Lu's ear, and his tone became somewhat playful.
"Moreover, I discovered that the compatibility of this Netherworld White Tiger is closely related to the depth of our relationship."
"In order to be able to do whatever we want in the Academy in the future, shouldn't we cultivate this relationship even further?"
Zhu Lu's face flushed red again.
"You...you're still doing this for cultivation!"
She glared at Dai Huabin reproachfully, but the smile in her eyes and brows was undeniable.
What does it matter what the reason is, as long as he cares?
"Cultivation and loving you are not mutually exclusive."
Dai Huabin said shamelessly,
"Let's go back to the dorm. We'll be assigned to classes in a few days, and I've heard there are quite a few monsters among this year's freshmen. We'd better be ready."
"monster?"
Zhu Lu snorted dismissively, regaining some of her arrogance.
"No matter how strange they are, they can't be as powerful as our Netherworld White Tiger. We've already been able to use the Martial Soul Fusion Technique."
"That's natural."
Dai Huabin smiled, but a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.
monster?
Of course.
Huo Yuhao, the chosen one whose destiny he himself had stolen.
There's also Wang Dong, who is dressed as a man.
However, Dai Huabin would not allow Wang Dong to dress as a man again.
If Wang Dong doesn't share a dormitory with Huo Yuhao, Huo Yuhao's cultivation speed, which relies on the Martial Soul Fusion Technique, will be slowed down.
Dai Huabin will not let this go unchecked.
"Oh, right, Lulu."
"Um?"
"Although the dormitories are separated by gender, the old man doesn't seem to care much. Shall I come find you later?"
"Hua Bin! Boys, stop here!"
"I'm not just any guy, I'm your fiancé."
"That won't do! You'll get expelled!"
The sounds of their playful fighting gradually faded into the night.
...
After parting ways with Zhu Lu, Dai Huabin returned to the freshman dormitory building alone.
Although he was the young master of the White Tiger Duke's mansion, at Shrek Academy, even if the King of Heaven himself came, he would still have to obediently stay in the dormitory.
This gave him a long-lost sense of déjà vu of Academy life.
As Dai Huabin walked down the corridor, he paused, clutching the bronze key engraved with "103".
His gaze fell on the tightly closed dark brown wooden door diagonally opposite.
House number: 108.
That was Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong's dormitory in the original novel.
"No one lives here yet."
Dai Huabin glanced at the thin layer of dust on the doorknob and understood.
It seems Huo Yuhao is still on his way.
If things had followed the original trajectory, Huo Yuhao would probably have already joined the Tang Clan by now.
Dai Huabin chuckled and turned the key to open his door.
at the same time.
Hundreds of miles away, at the edge of the Starry Sky Forest, beside a campfire.
The aroma of cumin and oil permeated the forest.
The grilled fish on the fire is sizzling and dripping with oil, its skin golden and crispy.
"It smells so good! Xiao Yuhao, I never knew you had this skill!"
Tang Ya squatted by the fire without any regard for her image, her big eyes fixed on the grilled fish, with what appeared to be a glistening liquid sliding down her lips.
She was still holding a twig that she had just gnawed clean in her hand, clearly she had been waiting for a long time.
Sitting opposite him, Huo Yuhao shyly flipped through the wooden sticks in his hand. The firelight illuminated his youthful face, making him appear exceptionally simple and honest.
"Teacher Xiaoya, senior brother, we need to wait a little longer. It will taste better when it's fully cooked."
"Gurgle."
Tang Ya swallowed hard, then, as if remembering something sad, plopped down on the grass and let out a long sigh.
"Sigh... This grilled fish smells good, but when I think about that awful junior who ran away, the meat in my mouth doesn't taste good at all."
Beibei, who was drinking water from her water bottle, shook her head helplessly, put down the bottle, and said:
"Xiaoya, don't be so persistent. After all, they are from the Duke's mansion. How could they possibly look down on the Tang Clan now?"
"Call me Teacher Xiaoya! Humph, so what if it's the Duke's mansion!"
Tang Ya snorted twice, somewhat unconvinced, and plucked a weed from the ground.
"Our Tang Clan was the number one sect on the continent ten thousand years ago, okay!"
Besides, although Dai Huabin has a bad temper and is a bit arrogant, he's still an eleven-year-old Soul Master with three rings! Three rings!
Even within Shrek Academy's inner court, such talent is monstrous, isn't it?
Huo Yuhao, who was concentrating on sprinkling the seasonings, suddenly trembled.
Too much chili powder was sprinkled on the charcoal fire, causing a choking cloud of smoke.
"Cough cough..." Huo Yuhao coughed twice, choked by the smoke, and lowered his head, using the smoke to hide his instantly stiff expression.
That name was like a red-hot steel nail, piercing deep into his ear.
Dai! Hua! Bin!
Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm: "Senior Brother, Teacher Xiaoya, were you talking about... people from the White Tiger Duke's Mansion?"
"yes."
Bei Bei nodded, took the skewer of grilled fish that Huo Yuhao handed her, and spoke with a hint of appreciation in her tone.
We met him in the woods this afternoon.
His name is Dai Huabin, and he looks about your age, but his soul power is as high as level 32.
Moreover, his martial soul is the top-tier White Tiger, giving him exceptionally strong combat awareness. Both Teacher Xiaoya and I believe his future is limitless; he possesses the talent to become a Title Douluo.
"Click".
Huo Yuhao accidentally broke off a withered branch in his hand.
Level 32.
They were both eleven years old.
That person's son, the second young master who has lived a life of luxury and privilege since childhood, is already a three-ring Soul Master.
And what about myself?
Huo Yuhao glanced at his somewhat rough hands.
He had only reached level 1 innate soul power, and after eleven years of desperate cultivation, enduring countless scornful looks and humiliations, he had only just barely reached level 11 today.
If it weren't for the good fortune of meeting Brother Tianmeng, he probably would have died at the hands of that wind baboon long ago.
The immense sense of loss was like a mountain pressing down on Huo Yuhao, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Jealous?
It's not just jealousy.
More than anything, it was a deep-seated hatred and resentment.
Why should I?!
Why should the son of the woman who killed his mother have all of this?
Huo Yuhao lowered his eyes, clenched his teeth, and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.
"Yuhao? Yuhao, what's wrong?"
Tang Ya noticed something was wrong with him. She hadn't swallowed the fish in her mouth yet, and asked indistinctly,
"Did you get smoked?"
[end of the chapter ]