Chapter 26: Opening a New World: The Special Uses of Impurities!

"Not bad," Zhuge Lan said with satisfaction. "You finally look a bit like a protagonist."

"It's all thanks to Brother Lan, hehehe—" Huo Yuhao giggled foolishly.

Sky Dream Iceworm’s eyes were filled with envy.

To be able to bridge a two-tier gap in the power system! If only he had met Zhuge Lan sooner and awakened his psychokinesis... he wouldn't have ended up being treated like a portable power bank, drained for ten thousand years at a time!

Such a powerful boost in strength naturally brought luck with it.

[Fate of Huo Yuhao rewritten, +17,500 Luck Points!]

That’s right. Including the Bi-Ling Phantom Pupil skull and the growth in strength, it only amounted to "this much." Zhuge Lan didn't dwell on it; Huo Yuhao was only level 16, after all. There would be more gains later as he leveled up and acquired soul rings. He was more interested in something else.

"Little Yuhao, what is your soul bone skill?"

"It's Mental Storage," Huo Yuhao said excitedly. "I just tested it. I can store psychokinesis! And I only filled less than 1% of my capacity! It's a pity I can only store one type of energy at a time; I can't store mental power and other energies together."

"It’s not an offensive skill, then," Sky Dream Iceworm said with regret. "Little Yuhao, what you lack right now is a finishing move."

"It's good enough," Zhuge Lan said contentedly. "Based on the storage capacity Little Yuhao estimated, even if he were facing a four-ring Soul Ancestor, if they lacked a trump card, they would be worn down to death by him."

"Wow! Am I already that strong?" Huo Yuhao asked, pleasantly surprised.

"What did you expect? Can psychokinesis awakened with 100,000 Luck Points be anything less than powerful?" Zhuge Lan said proudly.

"Brother Lan is awesome!" Huo Yuhao shouted, his voice cracking.

Zhuge Lan felt a great sense of accomplishment. This character was initially groomed; next, it was time to sweep through everything and kick off the protagonist's harvest mode. Once enough Luck Points were saved up, Zhuge Lan’s plan could finally be...

"Hey!" Wang Dong shouted from outside. "Aren't you done with the fusion? It's about time to finish! I'm so uncomfortable I need a shower!"

Huo Yuhao’s mental power was now strong enough that multitasking was simple. He pulled his focus back to reality. He saw the fair-skinned Wang Dong transformed into a little black person, covered in a thick layer of "armor" on his skin, writhing in extreme discomfort. For someone as fastidious as Wang Dong, the current state was pure torture.

"Woooo—"

With a high-frequency vibration of psychokinesis, the grime on both Wang Dong’s body and his own was shattered, packed together into a small ball the size of a fist. Wang Dong, terrified, retreated at light speed and dived into the bathroom, refusing to come out.

Huo Yuhao was used to it. "You go ahead and wash, I'm heading to the bathhouse."

"Got it, go ahead," Wang Dong replied.

Huo Yuhao walked outside. The dormitory door opened automatically, and a gust of wind blew the air out of the room, releasing a colorful, foul-smelling stench.

As for the ball of impurities, Huo Yuhao had originally intended to throw it away.

"Wait," Zhuge Lan had a sudden thought. "These impurities seem to be good stuff. In the future, mandate that all believers collect and hand them over."

"Huh?" Huo Yuhao was stunned. "What use is this?"

Zhuge Lan chuckled. "Let me ask you, what does this stuff do?"

What does it do? Side effects? "It clogs meridians and lowers cultivation efficiency, or even makes people unable to cultivate. I can't think of any use for it..."

"Your brain isn't flexible enough," Zhuge Lan said with a smile. "If you used these impurities as a weapon, injecting them into an enemy's body, wouldn't it hamper their soul power circulation? If the opponent has no way to expel them, wouldn't their talent be permanently lowered? Wouldn't their future cultivation become arduous?"

Boom!

Huo Yuhao's brain exploded; he stood there, stunned, unable to process it for a long time. This... I... He...

"Holy crap!" Sky Dream Iceworm cursed. "Whoever becomes your opponent is truly out of luck!"

"If you're going to compliment me, keep it coming," Zhuge Lan said triumphantly.

"Do you think I'm complimenting you?" Sky Dream Iceworm retorted. "Your thick skin is also invincible. From now on, you're my big brother!"

"Third Brother, just stick with me from now on. Wherever there’s soup for me to drink, there’ll be a bowl for you to wash!"

"..." Sky Dream Iceworm was completely speechless and chose to mute himself.

Huo Yuhao put away the ball of impurities, his head still buzzing. He felt he couldn't "go back"—a new world had been opened up to him. For instance...

"Brother Lan, following your line of thinking, could mental sharing be turned into sending a massive amount of useless information? With the speed of thought I have after awakening psychokinesis, no one of the same rank could keep up. Wouldn't that force them into a chaotic state?"

"Oh?" Zhuge Lan praised. "You're quick to draw inferences! That's a great tactic. Go try it on the old man downstairs; I'll exchange some data packs for you."

"Zhuge Lan! Be a decent person!" Sky Dream Iceworm wailed. "That is at least a Titled Douluo! Are you sending Little Yuhao to his death?"

"Don't worry, the more monstrous Little Yuhao appears, the happier he will be," Zhuge Lan said confidently.

Huo Yuhao looked down at the old man wrapped in a sheet on the lounge chair. This... when he came back yesterday, he realized something was off about him. Could he really be a Titled Douluo? But since he could stay at Shrek Academy, he should be "one of us."

Huo Yuhao thought for a moment and decided to take a shower first. It wouldn't be appropriate to ask for guidance while smelling like that.

Using psychokinesis to control ten brushes, he made quick work of it. Huo Yuhao returned and cupped his hands in a salute to Mu En.

"Old man, your strength is profound. Could I trouble you to help me test a self-created soul skill?"

Mu En opened a slit of his eyes and looked at the vibrant, energetic Huo Yuhao. He said slowly, "The younger generation is to be feared. This old man will play along with you."

"Thank you, old man. Watch out, it's coming."

Huo Yuhao gave a warning. First Soul Skill: Mental Sharing!

He forcibly linked their brains and dumped the "bizarre books" Zhuge Lan had created for 1 Luck Point each into his mind! Even the well-informed Mu En was taken aback. Because—

*The Complete Guide to Postpartum Care for Sows!*
*Three Hundred Million Cold Jokes!*
*Records of Embarrassing Moments!*
*One Hundred Thousand Questions about Love Letters!*
*Brokeback Mountain!*

...Covering all sorts of unexpected, novel angles, it was all about being bizarre! Even Mu En, a level 99 Peerless Douluo, was left dumbfounded. It took him over a second to come back to his senses, and he looked at Huo Yuhao with a strange expression.

Don't underestimate that one second! For a Peerless Douluo, that was already enough time to wipe out several Titled Douluos.

"These... knowledge points, are they all from that Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult of yours?" Mu En asked strangely.

"Uh, yes," Huo Yuhao nodded, biting the bullet.

In his mental world, he was screaming wildly: Brother Lan, you're going to be the death of me! What kind of bizarre books are these?!

"If it isn't strange enough, how can you win?" Zhuge Lan retorted.

Huo Yuhao was silenced.

The old man and the young man stood there in silence for a long time. Finally, Mu En managed to utter: "Your cult is certainly... unconventional."

Huo Yuhao curled his toes in embarrassment, wishing he could just run away...