The Silver Dragon King, as the other half of the Dragon God after his split, inherited the Dragon God's authority to control the elements, and the power of his soul's origin is beyond doubt.
However, now, for the sake of her so-called grand plan, the Silver Dragon King, with her extraordinary wisdom, has sealed away most of her divine power and transformed into a human to infiltrate human society.
Na'er, on the other hand, is an avatar split off from the Silver Dragon King, who inherited the Silver Dragon Spear.
Although her mental strength was still far superior to that of her peers, it was still no match for Huo Yuhao! Therefore, when faced with Huo Yuhao's soul whip, Na'er was also momentarily controlled.
In battles between Soul Masters, this single moment can be enough to decide the outcome!
With a slight thought, Yun Ming caused the pale golden soul power barrier that enveloped the area to dissipate silently, like a burst bubble.
He first looked at Huo Yuhao, who had a calm expression, and then at Na'er, who was pouting and looking unwilling.
He announced loudly, "The sparring session is over. Huo Yuhao wins."
After announcing the results, Yun Ming did not immediately comfort his disciple, but instead turned his attention to Huo Yuhao.
"Yuhao," Yun Ming asked gently, "your martial soul... is it a mental type?"
Although Yun Ming's martial soul is the powerful offensive type, the Sky-Supporting Divine Spear, his spiritual power has already reached the profound and mysterious Divine Origin Realm, a height that many spiritual soul masters can hardly reach in their entire lives.
Therefore, Huo Yuhao's final, invisible and intangible "mental lash" could not escape Yun Ming's perception.
Faced with Yun Ming's question, Huo Yuhao showed no panic and nodded calmly: "Yes, Your Majesty, my martial soul is indeed of the mental type."
Yun Ming nodded slightly, looking calmly at Huo Yuhao, and continued to ask, "Would you mind telling me what your specific martial soul is?"
This time, Huo Yuhao did not answer immediately. He turned his head slightly and cast his gaze at Leng Yaozhu, who was standing next to Yun Ming.
A faint smile appeared on Leng Yaozhu's red lips. She turned her head and looked at Yun Ming, giving him her answer directly.
"Yuhao's martial soul is a spirit-type physical martial soul—the Spirit Eyes!"
Upon hearing this, Yun Ming and Ya Li both trembled slightly at the same time, and they unanimously focused their gazes on Huo Yuhao once again.
They never expected that this young man not only shared the same name as the Spirit Ice Douluo from ten thousand years ago, but also had the same martial soul.
They then turned their attention back to Leng Yaozhu, and now they were almost certain that Leng Yaozhu's motives for taking this disciple were definitely impure.
A young man with the same name and even the same martial soul as the first tower master was taken in as a personal disciple by the current deputy tower master of the Spirit Pagoda and was given special training.
What this means is self-evident!
Ya Li's gentle, emerald-green eyes now held a hint of curiosity as they looked at Huo Yuhao.
At the same time, with her feminine sensitivity, the more she looked, the more she felt that the contours of the young man's eyebrows and face had a striking resemblance to an ancient portrait in her memory.
A thought struck her, and she subtly nudged Yun Ming's arm, sending a telepathic message: "Brother Ming, not only his name and martial soul, but his appearance also seems very similar to Lingbing Douluo!"
Upon hearing this, Yun Ming's heart trembled once again. Reminded by Ya Li, he immediately focused his attention and carefully examined Huo Yuhao's face again.
Upon seeing this, a hint of surprise flashed deep in his pupils!
Putting aside the maturity that comes with age, his skeletal structure and the charm between his eyebrows and eyes actually bear an astonishing resemblance to the portrait of Spirit Ice Douluo Huo Yuhao at the age of twelve, which is hidden in the core archives of Shrek Academy!
Name, martial spirit, appearance... These three factors intertwined, making Yun Ming think twice.
Yun Ming could no longer remain completely calm. He looked at Leng Yaozhu and couldn't help but ask, "This child... could he really have some connection with the Spirit Ice Douluo from ten thousand years ago?"
Faced with Yun Ming's question, Leng Yaozhu's face blossomed into a mysterious smile.
She looked at Huo Yuhao with gentle eyes and said, "Yuhao is an orphan. He was only three years old when I brought him back to the Spirit Pagoda."
She paused, her tone becoming meaningful: "I never expected him to awaken the Spirit Eye Martial Soul. Perhaps he really is a descendant of the bloodline left behind on the continent by the Spirit Ice Douluo!"
Leng Yaozhu brought Huo Yuhao to Seagod Island to meet Yun Ming. One of her core purposes was to make Huo Yuhao, this "special existence," leave an unforgettable impression on the Sky Douluo.
Now that the goal has been achieved, there is no need to stay any longer. Therefore, after Huo Yuhao and Na'er sparred, they only exchanged a few pleasantries before Leng Yaozhu took Huo Yuhao away from Seagod Island.
Today's trip to Poseidon Island was just a minor episode for Huo Yuhao. However, being able to see such renowned figures as Sky Douluo and Holy Spirit Douluo in person makes the trip worthwhile.
As for the girl named Na'er, he didn't pay her too much attention.
As night deepened, after finishing his day of cultivation, Huo Yuhao ate a highly nutritious meal at his teacher Han Tianyi's place, then prepared to return to his room to sleep.
However, when passing by Leng Yaozhu's room, they saw that the door was slightly ajar.
Immediately afterwards, a crisp cracking sound came from inside the room. Although he didn't think Leng Yaozhu would be in any danger, Huo Yuhao still subconsciously pushed the door open and entered.
As he turned past the entrance hall, the scene in the living room made his gaze slightly sharpen.
The dark red liquid spread across the ground with a subtle sheen, interspersed with shards of glass.
Not far away, Leng Yaozhu, who was usually aloof and dignified, was now leaning against the coffee table, her red hair disheveled, and the wine bottle in her hand was half empty.
She tilted her head back and took a sip, a few strands of hair clinging to her slightly flushed cheeks. Her hazy gaze swept across the doorway, and paused slightly when it landed on Huo Yuhao.
"Yuhao..."
She gently shook the bottle and beckoned to Huo Yuhao: "Come here."
Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao quickly approached, the strong smell of alcohol mingling with a familiar, cool fragrance.
He leaned down and looked into Leng Yaozhu's misty eyes, and said softly, "Aunt Leng, you're drunk."
Leng Yaozhu gave a soft hum, her eyes tinged with a faint red from the wine, like a plum blossom suddenly blooming in the snow.
"I am a demigod... how could I be drunk?"
But the soft, lingering tone at the end of her voice completely betrayed her. Huo Yuhao sighed inwardly. Aunt Leng was right.
If she didn't want to get drunk, no matter how much wine she drank, she wouldn't get drunk with her cultivation level. And now, she is clearly willingly indulging in this intoxication.
He leaned down and carefully slipped his arm under her back and behind her knees.
When he picked her up, her red hair spread all over his chest, and the cool fragrance of her hair intertwined with the strong smell of alcohol to create a strange atmosphere.
Just as Huo Yuhao settled Leng Yaozhu on the sofa, he reached for the wine bottle, but she dodged it with a flick of her wrist, her movements so fast they didn't seem like those of someone who was drunk.
"Aunt Leng," Huo Yuhao's voice softened slightly, "Give me the wine, okay?"
"Wine...it's a good thing."
Leng Yaozhu suddenly laughed, tilted her head back and took another sip, making a soft swallowing sound: "After drinking, all the past events will become blurred... How wonderful."
A drop of dark red wine slid down the corner of her lips, across her fair neck, and disappeared into the shadow of her collar.
She turned her head to the side, her hazy gaze seemingly looking through Huo Yuhao into the distance.
"Yuhao, tell me... what exactly is it about Ya Li that I don't have?"
Out of curiosity, Huo Yuhao had already found out the gossip about Yun Ming and Leng Yaozhu from Han Tianyi.
So when Leng Yaozhu asked him this question, he finally understood what was going on; it was all a love story from decades ago.
With Yun Ming's talent and appearance, he naturally attracted the admiration of countless female soul masters back then, and Leng Yaozhu was one of them.
Regardless of her background or talent, Leng Yaozhu is a good match for Yun Ming, and the two did indeed have a period of ambiguous relationship back then.
But in the end, Yun Ming still chose to be with the Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li, and Leng Yao Zhu has remained single ever since.
Despite the pursuit of the Spirit Pagoda Master, Qian Gu Dongfeng, over the years, Leng Yaozhu remained unmoved because she could never forget Yun Ming.
"Never mind..." Before Huo Yuhao could speak, Leng Yaozhu laughed and pinched his cheek: "Why would I ask you... Don't you understand?"
Something flashed across that smile, too fast to grasp. She suddenly composed herself, and her gaze toward Huo Yuhao seemed to hold a newfound seriousness.
"But remember Yuhao, with your talent and temperament, many stunningly beautiful women will fall for you in the future."
Huo Yuhao was taken aback. This turn of events came too suddenly. How did it suddenly come to him?
"By then..."
Leng Yaozhu's speech gradually slowed down, each word seemingly steeped in wine, carrying a bittersweet aftertaste: "Perhaps... I should allow myself to be a little 'greedy'."
"When it comes to matters of the heart, sometimes being too clear-headed can hurt both yourself and others."
"You can be a little more fickle, otherwise many people will be heartbroken and have their lives wasted because of you!"
Before she could finish speaking, the wine bottle slipped from Leng Yaozhu's loosened fingers.
Huo Yuhao caught it with lightning speed. When he looked up, she had already closed her eyes and fallen asleep, her breathing gradually becoming calm.
Huo Yuhao stood quietly for a moment before carefully bending down to tidy up the mess on the floor, and finally took a blanket to cover Aunt Leng.
Huo Yuhao gently closed the door, the corridor light casting a long shadow of him.
He shook his head; those words were indeed too distant and too heavy for him at the moment.
The moonlight outside the window was perfect. He took a deep breath and walked towards his room.
The road ahead is long, and the only thing we should do right now is to hold on tight to the strength in our hands.
Inside the door, the person under the blanket unconsciously curled up. A single tear silently seeped into her hair, quickly disappearing without a trace.
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A/N: So Leng Yaozhu is basically telling Yuhao to get a harem. LOL.
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