Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao exchanged a glance and immediately came to the same conclusion in their hearts — from now on, they must never get into conflict with Huo Yuhao. If he decided to make you dance uncontrollably in front of everyone, that would truly be a case of social death.
Cui Yajie's gaze instantly turned toward Zhu Lu. Zhu Lu's delicate face reddened — not from shyness, but from embarrassment.
Now she finally understood how she must have looked when she had been under control before.
Thankfully, no other students had been watching back then, otherwise it would have been truly... unbearable.
Next up was Xie Huanyue's turn. His Martial Soul, the Pi Pi Elephant, was a top-tier defensive type. He ultimately chose an eight-hundred-year-old Lone Wolf as his opponent.
The Lone Wolf's sharp claws couldn't even break through Xie Huanyue's hide. It was a frustrating sight. In the end, the wolf was sent flying by a single charge, howling as it fled.
The two class monitors had set a good example for all the other students.
When the rest of the students took the stage for their own challenges, they were at least less nervous. Some matches were easy, others were tough, but all managed to pass.
Of course, not everyone was as relaxed as Huo Yuhao or Xie Huanyue. Some students took a cautious approach, and their fights dragged on longer. As a result, only a few dozen students could finish their challenges in a single afternoon.
By dusk, when the last beast battle ended, forty-five students had successfully completed their matches, each earning the passing score of sixty points and officially becoming second-year students.
Du Weilun directly announced that those who hadn't yet taken their beast battles would gather again the next morning, while those who had completed theirs could rest — essentially, they had the evening off.
To help Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao accept Zhu Lu, Huo Yuhao invited Zhu Lu to join them for dinner. Naturally, Cui Yajie came along too, accompanying Zhu Lu.
Because of Huo Yuhao's influence, Zhu Lu, Wang Dong, and Xiao Xiao managed to get along a bit better. They were all young and without grudges, so it wasn't hard to connect.
After dinner, when everyone was parting ways, Xiao Xiao timidly asked Huo Yuhao a question —
She wanted to know if he liked other people's girlfriends.
Huo Yuhao immediately tapped her on the head and said irritably, "I'm an upright man. How could I have such a preference?"
Tears welled in Xiao Xiao's eyes as she rubbed her head and whispered, "I heard from the girls in our dorm that you boys usually like other people's wives or girlfriends. They say, 'What belongs to others is always the best.'"
Huo Yuhao looked at her with a complex expression, while Wang Dong watched him with a half-smile.
Huo Yuhao reached out, intending to rub Xiao Xiao's head and chase away those strange ideas from her mind. But Xiao Xiao thought he was about to hit her again and darted away like a flash.
Huo Yuhao could only shrug helplessly.
After washing up and returning to the dorm, Wang Dong immediately fell asleep. His breathing soon became steady.
It seemed that during that month at the Clear Sky Sect, this guy had truly been working hard.
But now that they were back at the academy, he had reverted to his old lazy self.
Huo Yuhao smiled faintly, sat cross-legged on his bed, and planned to continue practicing his Spirit Thread technique. With such powerful spiritual power, it would be a waste not to make full use of it.
Just as he was about to begin cultivation, Electrolux's voice sounded in his mind.
"Yuhao, I've left you a basic tome of necromancy. Go take a look."
Huo Yuhao's eyelids lowered slightly, puzzled. His teacher had said he would only teach him magic after the first soul ring's power had been fully activated. Why was this earlier than expected?
Still, he didn't dare delay. In his Sea of Spirit, a spiritual projection appeared, and in front of him floated a thick, ancient-looking tome.
Electrolux had also absorbed part of Huo Yuhao's memory and had translated some of the words into the written language of the Douluo Continent.
Huo Yuhao could read it clearly.
He walked up to the book, and on the cover were the large words: "Comprehensive Basics of Necromancy."
"In my world," Electrolux said gravely, "necromancy was shunned by all races. But no matter the magic, good or evil depends on the one who wields it — not the magic itself. Remember that."
"Yes, teacher, I understand," Huo Yuhao nodded.
Electrolux smiled. "Necromancy is actually a general term. It includes many branches — curses, summoning, transformation, undead control, viruses, dark alchemy, and more. I specialize in curses and summoning."
"Those who practice this magic are known as necromancers. From the name alone, necromancy may sound sinister. But compared to death magic, necromancy is actually a milder form."
"All living beings possess souls. Necromancy purifies and strengthens the soul, using or borrowing that soul's power in battle. Even a skeleton retains a remnant soul fire within. A skeleton's strength depends on how skilled the necromancer is."
"If you can continually strengthen that soul, one day even your skeletons could tear apart dragons — though even I have never reached that level."
"However, the undead summoned through necromancy come from the Netherworld — the land of the dead. The stronger your magical power, the stronger the undead you summon."
"I hope you study necromancy carefully, especially the arts of summoning and cursing. Once your foundation is strong enough, I will give you a gift."
Huo Yuhao's heart trembled — wasn't that basically telling him he'd eventually inherit the half-plane of the undead?
"Teacher, what about death magic then?" he asked quickly. He knew Electrolux's title — the Holy Death God, the Calamity of Undeath, Electrolux.
"Death magic…" Electrolux paused briefly before continuing,"It is mostly composed of forbidden spells, focusing on destruction and annihilation. I specialize in summoning and soul rituals. Unlike necromancers who summon undead from the Netherworld, death magicians can transform corpses directly into undead on the spot."
"If your death magic is strong enough, you can create an entire undead army. But the strength of those undead depends on how powerful they were before death. Too weak, and they're useless; too strong, and they might break free from your control and turn on you."
"Of course, death and necromancy can complement each other. Necromancy can empower undead created through death magic's soul rituals."
"I see," Huo Yuhao nodded, eyes shining in understanding.
No wonder Electrolux could create an undead army powerful enough to destroy empires on the Holy Demon Continent.
"That's enough for today," Electrolux said with a chuckle. "Any more, and you'll forget half of it. Study the book carefully — next time, I'll test you. Get one wrong, and… hmph."
After that, Electrolux went silent again.
Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, his gaze steady on the tome.
The first fifty pages were all a table of contents; the actual necromancy fundamentals began on page fifty-one.
He quickly immersed himself, learning the classifications of magic.
Magic could be cast in five forms:
Instant-cast: requires no magic circle or chanting; only the strongest magicians can use it.
Chanted: requires incantations; casting time depends on the caster's skill.
Scroll-based: inscribed in advance on artifacts; activated by infusing magic power.
Sustained: requires continuous casting; if interrupted, the spell collapses. Often used for large-scale area attacks.
Array-based: the most well-known type, involving full magic circles.
Electrolux knew that human energy was limited, so he emphasized that Huo Yuhao should focus on the curse and summoning categories.
But when Huo Yuhao found those pages, his eyes flickered slightly.
For some reason, when he looked at the hexagram-shaped diagrams, he thought of the core arrays used in soul tools.
Compared to these magic formations, the core arrays he had once engraved seemed rather simple.
On the Holy Demon Continent, magic was powered by spirit and energy. In Douluo Continent, it was powered by soul power and spiritual power.
Different yet connected — there must be some mysterious link between the two worlds.
He delved deeper into his studies. He wasn't a natural genius — being a transmigrant from Blue Star didn't make everything easy. Learning magic was exciting, but also painstaking.
The magic formations were far too complex; even forming one correctly required more than ten precise steps.
The only good thing was that whenever his head began to ache, lines of spiritual text would appear before his eyes, guiding him gently — like an alternative form of tutoring.
Time passed quickly.
Outside, sunlight streamed into the room.
"Ah, that feels nice."
Wang Dong stretched lazily, the movement pulling his clothes upward and revealing a section of smooth, pale waist.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a figure — his face changed instantly. He hurriedly dropped his hands and pulled the blanket up to cover himself.
"You saw…" Wang Dong's face flushed red as he turned — but froze.
Huo Yuhao's eyes were still closed, his face calm in meditation.
Relieved, Wang Dong muttered, "This guy… really obsessed with cultivation."
"Forget it, I'll bring him breakfast today then."
Smiling faintly, Wang Dong washed up and left for the cafeteria.
Once the door closed, Huo Yuhao opened his eyes with a strange expression.
Wang Dong's waist really was… beautiful.
Lethally beautiful.
"No wonder teacher gave me the Spirit Thread technique — with it, I can multitask. Otherwise, there'd never be enough time."
He rubbed his temples. He had learned a lot overnight, but it still needed consolidation.
What Electrolux hadn't told him was that necromancy was far harder to learn than any other branch of magic.
Most necromancers on the Holy Demon Continent were once great magicians who had converted to this path — hence their terrible reputation, for being too powerful and too ruthless.
Ordinary necromancers were weak, but the true ones… were feared for good reason.
Huo Yuhao began to chant softly. Countless threads of spirit appeared in the air, weaving together like building blocks to form a gray, circular magic formation that emanated a chilling aura of death.
Minutes passed.
Crack!
Before the formation could fully form, it suddenly collapsed due to a small structural flaw. Both his spiritual and soul power were drained slightly.
Still, Huo Yuhao wasn't disappointed. For one night's work, this progress was already remarkable.
"Now that I've learned necromancy, it's time to think about the Holy Spirit Sect…"
Clenching his fist, one name surfaced in his mind —
That evil Soul King who humiliated Xuan Zi, the Death God Messenger.
Instead of killing him outright, wouldn't it be better to control him and infiltrate the Holy Spirit Sect from within?
In terms of combat record, none in the sect could compare to the Death God Messenger — not even Ye Yishui.
After all, the Death God Messenger was someone who had nearly slain a god, just like the Wind Baboon.
Knock, knock.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in," Huo Yuhao said.
The door opened, and a gentle, elegant woman appeared — Zhang Lexuan.
"Senior Sister Lexuan!"
Huo Yuhao immediately stood up, slipping on his shoes to greet her.
Zhang Lexuan smiled softly. "No need to be nervous. I just came to bring you something."
"What is it?" Huo Yuhao was puzzled.
Zhang Lexuan took out two gilded cards from her storage ring and placed them on the table. "These are invitations to the Treasure Appreciation Conference. It begins the evening after tomorrow — don't forget."
"Treasure Appreciation Conference?"
Huo Yuhao suddenly remembered — that was the event where participants could obtain rare equipment. Wang Dong had gotten his Golden Radiance Left Arm Bone from this very event.
"My task is done," Zhang Lexuan said with a smile. "I look forward to your performance in the upcoming selection trials. Don't let me down."
She glanced at him once more before quietly leaving.
Huo Yuhao picked up the two golden cards and stepped into the hallway, watching her leave.
Senior Sister personally delivering such benefits — that was unusual.
"Eh? What's that you're holding?"
Wang Dong's voice came from behind.
"Come in, I'll explain."
Back in the dorm, Huo Yuhao handed one of the invitations to Wang Dong. "These are for the Treasure Appreciation Conference. One for each of us."
Wang Dong, who was setting out breakfast, looked stunned. "Treasure Appreciation Conference?"
"Yeah," Huo Yuhao nodded.
Wang Dong's face lit up. "That's great! We can both go and maybe even buy something amazing! It only happens once a year — a special benefit for core disciples!"
"It's the night after tomorrow," Huo Yuhao said, starting on breakfast.
Wang Dong happily sat on the bed, admiring the invitation card. But after a moment, he froze and turned to look at Huo Yuhao.
"How did you know that breakfast was for you?"
Huo Yuhao's chewing suddenly stopped. He looked a little panicked. "I guessed. You brought breakfast, which means you already ate, so this one must be for me."
Wang Dong eyed him suspiciously but couldn't find anything odd. "I see… By the way, is my waist white?"
"Pretty— I mean, how would I know if your waist is white!" Huo Yuhao blurted out, realizing too late what he'd said and quickly correcting himself.
Wang Dong huffed, choosing to ignore him.
The advancement exams continued until late the next afternoon. Du Weilun and the other teachers were satisfied — every student had passed and successfully advanced to the second year.
That night, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong headed to the Treasure Pavilion. Zhu Lu had an invitation as well, so she joined them.
Xiao Xiao claimed she was busy cultivating — or maybe she was just avoiding another knock on the head from Huo Yuhao.
They passed through the back gate and stepped into the bustling streets. Shrek City, the most prosperous city on the original Douluo Continent, had nearly five million residents.
The main avenues were so wide that eight carriages could travel side by side.
Chatting casually as they walked, the trio soon reached their destination — a four-story building over twenty meters tall, glittering with gold and grandeur like a massive treasure pot.
A red carpet stretched from the street to its main entrance, and on either side stood eight young women in white gowns, each graceful and fair-skinned, illuminated by soft light.
Huo Yuhao didn't even spare them a second glance.
Wang Dong teased, "Not bad, Huo Yuhao. You've got strong willpower."
"Of course," Huo Yuhao grinned. "After all, I already have someone I like."
Wang Dong's smile froze. Zhu Lu, however, simply nodded thoughtfully.
For some reason, Wang Dong's expression grew subdued.
"Are you three here for the Treasure Appreciation Conference?" one of the white-clad girls asked politely as they approached.
Huo Yuhao handed her the invitation, and her demeanor immediately became respectful. "Please, allow me to lead the distinguished guests."
Swaying gracefully, she guided them inside.
Near the golden staircase within the hall, four women in golden gowns stood to greet them — each breathtakingly beautiful, with flawless figures that would make anyone's eyes widen.
"Welcome, honored guests," they said with synchronized smiles and bows.
Huo Yuhao responded with polite courtesy.
Soon, the white-dressed guide led them up to the second floor.
"We'll look around ourselves. We know the rules," Huo Yuhao said.
"Of course. Should you need anything, please call me," the woman replied with a professional smile before departing.
The second floor was less crowded — only a handful of people compared to the bustling first floor. But everyone here was a core disciple of Shrek Academy, from the second to sixth year.
Crystal display counters filled the room, each illuminated by soft protective light, revealing treasures inside.
"Let's get our credit evaluations done first," Huo Yuhao said, heading to the corner assessment desk.
The Treasure Appreciation Conference was essentially Shrek Academy's special benefit event, inviting merchants to participate and build goodwill. Even students without money could buy treasures on credit according to their evaluation level.
Students like Jiang Nannan, who weren't wealthy, often relied on this to obtain good training resources.
The round-faced girl at the counter took their details — name, age, cultivation level, and honors.
Wang Dong received a Purple Grade rating, allowing thirty thousand gold soul coins on credit. Zhu Lu got Yellow Grade, with ten thousand gold soul coins.
But when she checked Huo Yuhao's name, her eyes widened. She stood up respectfully.
"Mr. Huo, you've already been designated as a Top-Level VIP of the Treasure Pavilion. Each year, you may take one treasure of your choice from our vaults. Here is your identity card."
She handed him a card made of crimson spirit jade.
Wang Dong and Zhu Lu were both astonished.
Huo Yuhao smiled faintly. He didn't even need to guess — this must have been arranged by the academy. After all, he was now considered a direct successor of Shrek Academy.
To people like Yan Shaozhe, Huo Yuhao was someone who would one day take up a position in the academy itself.
"Mr. Huo," the girl added, "with this VIP card, you can also get a fifty-percent discount on any purchase within the Treasure Pavilion."
"I understand. Thank you," Huo Yuhao said with a nod. "Come on, let's go see what treasures there are."
"Top-level VIP, huh? Not bad," Wang Dong laughed, patting his shoulder — but suddenly sensed something. His eyes turned toward a nearby display.
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