While the three girls were still in the rented room, busy speculating about Huo Yuhao's background, he was already in Xie Huan Yue's dormitory, preparing to engage in some... unspeakable business.
Following instructions from an ancient text, Xie Huan Yue stripped off his clothes and lay on the bed. His chubby face held a rare serious expression as he cupped a goblet filled with the bone marrow of the Solar God Ape. After hesitating for a long moment, he finally said to Huo Yuhao, "Let's do this, Yuhao."
"Damn it, fatty, can you not make it sound so weird?" Huo Yuhao facepalmed. If he hadn't sealed the room with spiritual power the moment he entered, someone might've overheard and seriously misunderstood. That would've utterly destroyed his pristine reputation.
"Haha!" Xie Huan Yue immediately caught on and grinned mischievously. "You know, if I really were a girl, I might've fallen for you!"
"Get lost."
Huo Yuhao knew this guy was just trying to ease the tension. Regardless of whether the marrow worked, the process involved a direct spiritual attack — a highly dangerous endeavor, especially targeting the human brain, the most complex organ in the body.
One misstep, and instead of purifying and evolving his bloodline, Xie Huan Yue could end up mentally disabled.
Neither of them could accept that risk.
"Are you ready? I'm going to start." Xie Huan Yue grossed Huo Yuhao out one more time before his face took on a look of grim determination. He tilted the cup and downed the mysterious liquid in one gulp.
As soon as the marrow entered his body, his skin visibly flushed. Moments later, blood-colored steam began to rise from all over his body — the sight was deeply disturbing.
"Fatty, hang in there!" Huo Yuhao looked at him, genuinely worried. He couldn't imagine how agonizing it must be to feel one's blood and fat boiling inside the body.
Then, Xie Huan Yue's body began to convulse violently. His chubby face twisted grotesquely as his facial features contorted, clearly in extreme pain. Clenching his teeth, he screamed, "Yuhao! Do it!"
One of the four hundred-thousand-year soul skills from the Ice Sky Snow Empress — Spiritual Shock — had long been charged. As soon as Xie Huan Yue gave the signal, Huo Yuhao concentrated his spiritual power to the max limit Xie Huan Yue could withstand, forming a massive mental spiked club.
And yes — he slammed it down.
Xie Huan Yue's body jerked as if hit by a truck. His pupils instantly lost focus, blood oozed from all seven orifices, and he collapsed like a corpse.
Even though Huo Yuhao had restrained his power, only using a tenth of his Spirit Domain-level strength, that was still far beyond what an ordinary Soul Elder could bear.
"Don't tell me I just killed him?" Huo Yuhao's face twitched. Dragon God Douluo Mu En was downstairs right now. While he wouldn't snoop on students' private affairs, he definitely kept track of who went where. If Xie Huan Yue really died, Huo Yuhao might have to pack his things and flee that very night, abandoning all future opportunities.
"Your Majesty, check his condition!" Ignoring the layers of fat, Huo Yuhao quickly placed his hand on Xie Huan Yue's chest, channeling his soul power to assess the situation.
"His heart has stopped, blood flow has ceased, and his neural activity is slowing down." Bibi Dong's voice rang out clearly with a chilling diagnosis.
Huo Yuhao's face turned pale. "Damn it, fatty, are you sure that ancient text was legit? You're going to be the death of me!"
"What now? If Dragon God Douluo finds out…" Huo Yuhao slumped to the floor, utterly defeated. The moment he dropped his spiritual barrier, the energy fluctuations in the room would be immediately detected.
"I'll try jumpstarting his heart with divine power." Bibi Dong sighed heavily. She had let them experiment with the marrow unchecked — and now, things had gone seriously wrong.
"Your Majesty, it's all in your hands now. My life's in your hands!" In the Sea of Spirit, Huo Yuhao clung to Bibi Dong's legs, weeping and groveling.
"Get lost, don't distract me," she snapped, tempted to kick him away. But Huo Yuhao clung tighter.
Knowing how shameless he could be in this life, Bibi Dong clenched her teeth and saved her anger for later.
Time ticked by. A normal human body couldn't handle direct divine power. Even Huo Yuhao had to let Bibi Dong transmit it through spiritual energy in carefully measured amounts. Just a sliver too much, and Xie Huan Yue could literally explode.
After about half an hour, Bibi Dong retracted her power, her expression... complicated.
"How is he?" Huo Yuhao, still clinging to her leg, sighed in comfort — "So soft," he muttered.
Smack!
She slapped him across the room. Dusting her hands, Bibi Dong said, "I don't know what kind of freakish body structure your friend has. He's completely lifeless — heart, blood, brain — but his soul is still anchored inside. It's not true death."
"Well, as long as he's not dead. Hehe." Huo Yuhao was finally relieved. Back in the real world, he was about to withdraw his hand from Xie Huan Yue's chest.
Thump!
A strong heartbeat suddenly echoed. Huo Yuhao's expression changed. Pressing his ear close, he could hear the heart steadily pounding.
Thump-thump! The movement became visible, his fat chest thudding like waves.
Thump-thump-thump-thump!
The rapid drumming of his heart turned into a fierce rhythm.
Xie Huan Yue's massive body spasmed again. Steam gushed out more violently than before, condensing midair into droplets that fell like grease. Every pore on his body opened up to expel impurities. His obese figure began visibly shrinking — thick limbs slimming down, belly shrinking fast.
Huo Yuhao quickly stepped back. If that fat turned into steam and landed on him... he'd never wash it off.
Soon, the entire floor of the dorm was slick with grease. But Xie Huan Yue's vitality surged. As Bibi Dong had said, he was slowly awakening. His consciousness was still submerged deep in the Sea of Spirit — waking would take time.
At least the danger had passed. The rest was up to him now.
Huo Yuhao moved Xie Huan Yue's belongings away from the greasy flood zone and quietly left. With two days left before the new semester started, he wasn't sure if the fatty would make it in time.
He later found Mu Jin at the freshman admissions office and briefly explained Xie Huan Yue's "closed-door training." Xie wasn't in Class Nine but had opted for random placement. Huo Yuhao hoped to pull him into Class Nine — having a powerful ally before the freshman exams in three months would be helpful.
As evening fell, Huo Yuhao headed back to the rental house. He hadn't found the space-type soul bone he longed for, but gaining a future powerhouse as a friend was enough. Besides, he wasn't in a hurry to absorb his third soul ring — standing out too soon would draw the Sea God Pavilion's attention. Not worth it.
Thinking of the morning's tenderness, Huo Yuhao licked his lips. His body, already exceptional, had grown stronger after absorbing two soul rings. His desires, too, were harder to control.
If Zhongli Yu were still here… he might have lost all restraint.
As he walked back, reminiscing about the saintess's every glance and word, he wondered how the Holy Spirit Cult would react. But her spiritual imprint still rested quietly in his Sea of Spirit — perhaps that was why they weren't worried about him escaping.
An hour later, he arrived at the rental house, pulled out the key, and was about to open the door when he thought of the three girls. They'd probably moved out after last night's harsh treatment.
But as he opened the door, three beautifully bitter faces greeted him at the entrance, clearly waiting.
"Uh… what's going on?" Cold sweat ran down his back. He didn't think he'd offended them that badly.
Were they kicking him out? Please no. With Xie Huan Yue's fat evaporated, the whole dorm was probably reeking of grease right now.
"Why are you only just getting back?" Wu Feng marched up and clung to his arm like a wife catching her cheating husband returning late.
Ning Tian grabbed his other arm, while Nanmen Yun'er pushed him from behind — shoving him straight onto the bed.
Only then did Huo Yuhao realize: the two beds had been pushed together, and the girls were closing in on him.
"W-What do you think you're doing?" His face turned pale as he backed away. He'd seen desperate women in movies before, but never anything this terrifying.
"What are you afraid of? Having us want you is your good fortune!" Wu Feng declared, reaching out to tear off his clothes.
"So it's true!" Nanmen Yun'er exclaimed, her eyes lighting up like a disco ball. The life energy flooding from Huo Yuhao was purer than it was the night before.
Ning Tian's eyes turned red. If she could absorb all this energy herself, she might awaken the divine Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda in under ten years! She dove into his chest without shame.
In his Sea of Spirit, Huo Yuhao could feel Bibi Dong meddling with his fourth soul ring. It was obviously her doing, channeling that overwhelming vitality.
"Your Majesty… must you fan the flames right now?" he groaned.
"What? You don't like it?" Bibi Dong lounged on her throne, one leg crossed, smirking playfully.
(End of Chapter)
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