Chapter 9: Victory Through Boldness and Tenacity! Mastering Moon!

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As Wang Dong grew increasingly agitated from his prolonged failure to break through, Huo Yuhao seized another opening. His platinum soul ring glowed brightly—

First soul skill: Soul Impact!

A pale golden light shimmered in his eyes, transforming into a golden beam that struck Wang Dong’s brain like a heavy hammer, causing intense pain and plunging him into a blank state.

Prepared in advance, Huo Yuhao stepped forward swiftly, tightly embracing Wang Dong before slamming him to the ground with a devastating iron bridge move.

But as they neared the ground, Huo Yuhao suddenly jolted.

—If his head hit hard, something serious might happen!

He quickly eased his force, rolled sideways, and with Wang Dong in his arms, landed perfectly on the stairs.

Thus—the Invincible Wind Fire Wheel!

Wang Dong had actually regained consciousness earlier and was ready to struggle free, but he never expected this maneuver.

What surprised him more was that Huo Yuhao held him so tightly that he suffered no direct injury to the front, and at the same time used his arms to shield Wang Dong’s back as best as he could.

They rolled down dozens of steps.

Wang Dong barely felt any pain.

Instead, the one in his arms—Huo Yuhao—though still gripping him tightly, had his eyes closed and his head weakly resting on Wang Dong’s shoulder.

He had fainted.

Wang Dong found this quite absurd.

—He’s a respectable second-ring Great Soul Master, he doesn’t need your protection!

What now?

Should he forcefully break free?

But this damned guy was unconscious, and their hands were practically fused together. If he used force rashly, he might either let go first or even break his own arm.

Hesitating, a hoarse, aged voice suddenly spoke:

“You lost, along with your willpower.”

Wang Dong seemed to notice for the first time and abruptly turned his head to look at Mu En, who was reclining nearby.

He said with unwillingness—

“I lost?”

“I am clearly stronger than him!”

“If I used my martial soul, he wouldn’t even get close to me! How could he possibly defeat me?”

Mu En chuckled lightly.

“Hitting the mark,” he said, “He dared to fight, you feared for your life. That’s all there is to it.”

Wang Dong was stunned.

After a long moment, a spark of insight lit his eyes. He slipped his hands past Huo Yuhao and clasped his fists toward Mu En.

“Thank you for opening my eyes!”

Mu En weakly waved his hand. Although there was no visible movement, the hands clutched tightly by Huo Yuhao loosened.

Wang Dong stood up and bowed once more, then glanced at Huo Yuhao, whose body was mottled with bruises and dark patches, twitching at the corner of his eye.

He still couldn’t ignore it. He bent down and carried Huo Yuhao on his back.

Heading toward the dormitory.

Mu En smiled softly, watching.

“The girl from Haotian Sect, this little guy sure has his luck.”

“Just don’t know…”

The rest of his words were too vague to discern.

In the spirit world,

Huo Yuhao awkwardly scratched his head, his gaze occasionally drifting toward Zhuge Lan.

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“Lan, why did you use your spiritual telekinesis to cause injury and pull me in to pretend fainting?”

“To gain sympathy,” Zhuge Lan said bluntly. “Wang Dong has a martial soul fusion skill with you. Their combined soul power training accelerates growth, so you must recruit him as the first member of the Sacred Flame Meow Meow Sect.”

Huo Yuhao’s eyes lit up!

Fusion martial soul skill?

That was a rare opportunity—he hadn’t expected his roommate to have it with him.

But then doubt crept in. Was he being too pitiful?

“Enough,” Zhuge Lan waved his hand. “Don’t just sit idle—you should practice the Tendon Transformation Classic to improve your physique.”

“Understood…”

Huo Yuhao couldn’t argue and obediently sat cross-legged.

Channeling soul power, he began cultivation, though still unconscious in the real world.

Not far away,

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm leaned toward Zhuge Lan, whispering, “Zhuge, why didn’t you tell Huohao about the human girl disguising herself as a boy?”

“Let them figure it out themselves?” Zhuge Lan rolled his eyes. “With Huohao’s innocence, he’d be constrained and unable to form deep revolutionary friendships or win people over.”

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm scratched its chin in confusion.

“Is that so?”

“You’re just a soul beast, single for tens of thousands of years—you know nothing of love!”

“Now hush and watch me handle this.”

“If you spill the beans, your spiritual telekinesis won’t awaken!”

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, who had been about to object, was instantly silenced.

—Anyway, it’s not harming Huohao much, so no big deal.

…

The next day.

Huo Yuhao was happily cultivating when Wang Dong, pushed to the limit, slammed the bed and jumped up!

“You brat!”

“You can still cultivate while unconscious?”

“Go wash off that smell on you!”

“It was just a little before, now it’s worse and worse, the dorm smells like a toilet!”

Huo Yuhao instinctively returned to his body, opened his eyes, and sniffed.

“Yuck—”

What the hell was that smell?

He rose and peeled back his thin blanket, revealing a dark layer of “scabs.”

He understood.

This was the discharge of impurities.

Wang Dong, face full of anger, gave an awkward smile, grabbed his bedding, and dashed out of the dorm.

Fortunately, Shrek Academy was a melting pot from all corners of the world, and to accommodate personal habits, they had a public bathhouse.

He cleaned himself up, then bought new bedding and toiletries.

—With 1000 gold soul coins from Beibei, he wasn’t about to shortchange himself.

Afterward, he bought two meals and brought them back to the dorm.

But Wang Dong was already gone, leaving only the lingering foul odor.

Huo Yuhao ate by the door, then rolled up his sleeves and rushed inside.

Using spiritual detection, he cleansed every corner.

Finally, the stench dissipated.

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Huo Yuhao exhaled in relief.

Good, it’s gone.

If the smell had soaked into Wang Dong’s fur bedding and soft cotton quilt, that would have been difficult.

Even though he had won yesterday and didn’t have to follow any stupid rules,

Intentionally crossing someone’s line when you know it’s there is just courting disaster.

Closing the door,

Huo Yuhao resumed sitting cross-legged and was about to cultivate again.

“Aren’t you a slow learner?” Zhuge Lan teased.

Huo Yuhao slapped his forehead!

He dashed out of the dorm, scanned the front of the dormitory building.

There was a fixed NPC “Old Man on Recliner,” and next to him was an empty spot on the downwind side—no chance of smelling anyone.

He approached Mu En politely: “Sir, may I cultivate here?”

“Feel free.”

“Thank you, sir!”

Huo Yuhao chose the farthest spot, sat cross-legged, and began practicing the Tendon Transformation Classic.

Before long,

Mu En sniffed and gave Huo Yuhao an odd glance, his eyes flickering as if seeing through flesh to the soul power flowing within.

Zhuge Lan noticed but didn’t intervene much.

This old man was reasonable and would be Huo Yuhao’s future master. More importantly, he would die soon and leave an inheritance.

It was just the incomplete first stage of the Tendon Transformation Classic—let him look.

Besides, it could help Huo Yuhao secure some resources.

Sure enough,

Mu En’s expression quickly turned grave, and he immediately withdrew the light from his eyes.

Lying back down, he couldn’t sleep.

—He had just glimpsed a great secret!

When he was young, he had joined the Tang Sect and also learned Xuantian Gong.

But compared to the cultivation Huo Yuhao was doing now, it was like starlight versus the bright moon!

Not only did he activate more meridians, but the soul power flowed faster. Crucially, it expelled bodily impurities and enhanced innate talent!

Such a miraculous technique was unheard of!

Even someone of his level could benefit.

If it were promoted in Shrek Academy…

No!

If it spread in the inner court alone, Shrek would leap several levels higher!

But…

It wasn’t his.

“The Sacred Flame Meow Meow Sect…”

“I’ve never heard of it.”

“Is it newly founded, or like the original sects of old…”

With this thought,

Mu En could no longer lie down. He rose and made his way to Sea God Island.

This matter was no trivial affair and required careful planning!