The Silver Dragon King, as the half-body of the Dragon God after its split, inherited the authority to control the elements; her soul origin's power was beyond doubt.
However, now the Silver Dragon King, for the sake of her so-called grand plan and under her astonishing wisdom, had self-sealed the vast majority of her divine force and transformed into a human body to infiltrate human society.
And Naer was an incarnation split off from the Silver Dragon King, inheriting the silver dragon spear.
Although her mental force was still far beyond those of the same level, it was still not enough in front of Huo Yuhao!
Therefore, facing Huo Yuhao's soul lash, Naer was also directly controlled for an instant.
In a battle between spirit masters, this single moment was enough to decide the outcome!
With a slight thought from Yun Ming, the pale gold spirit power barrier covering the field dissipated silently like a popped bubble.
He first looked at the calm Huo Yuhao, then at Naer, who was pouting with an unwilling expression.
He said loudly, "The sparring is over. Huo Yuhao wins."
After announcing the result, Yun Ming did not immediately comfort his disciple, but instead turned his gaze toward Huo Yuhao.
"Yuhao," Yun Ming asked in a gentle voice, "Is your spirit... a mental system one?"
Although Yun Ming's spirit was the attack system Atlas Divine Spear, his mental force realm had long since stepped into that mysterious and profound divine origin realm, a height that many mental system spirit masters could hardly reach in their entire lives.
Thus, Huo Yuhao's final invisible and intangible soul lash naturally could not escape Yun Ming's perception.
Facing Yun Ming's inquiry, Huo Yuhao did not show the slightest panic and nodded frankly: "Yes, Your Excellency Atlas, this junior's spirit is indeed a mental system one."
Yun Ming nodded slightly, looking at Huo Yuhao with a calm gaze, and continued to ask: "Is it convenient to tell me what your specific spirit is?"
This time, Huo Yuhao did not answer immediately.
He turned his head slightly and looked at Leng Yaozhu, who was standing beside Yun Ming.
A shallow smile rippled across Leng Yaozhu's red lips. She turned her head and looked at Yun Ming, giving the answer directly.
"Yuhao's spirit is a mental system original body martial soul—spirit eyes!"
Upon hearing this, the bodies of Yun Ming and Ya Li shuddered slightly at almost the same time. They both suddenly focused their gazes on Huo Yuhao again in unison.
They truly hadn't expected that the young man before them not only had the same name as the spirit ice douluo from ten thousand years ago but even had the same spirit.
Then, the two of them shifted their gazes to Leng Yaozhu again. Now they were almost certain that Leng Yaozhu's motive for taking this disciple was definitely not pure.
A young man with the same name and surname as the first generation pagoda master, and even the same spirit, being taken as a personal disciple and cultivated with full effort by the contemporary vice tower master of the spirit pagoda.
What this meant didn't even need to be said!
Ya Li's gentle green eyes now held a bit more curiosity as they fell on Huo Yuhao.
At the same time, with a woman's delicateness, the more she looked, the more she felt that the contours of the young man's brow and eyes bore a striking resemblance to a certain ancient portrait in her memory.
Her heart stirred, and she inconspicuously touched Yun Ming's arm lightly, transmitting her voice directly: "Brother Ming, it's not just the name and spirit; his appearance also seems very similar to the spirit ice douluo!"
Hearing this, Yun Ming's heart shook once more.
Now, reminded by Ya Li, he immediately concentrated and carefully examined Huo Yuhao's face again.
With this look, a trace of surprise suddenly flashed deep in his pupils!
Indeed!
Setting aside the youthfulness of his age, his bone structure and the charm between his brows and eyes really had a startling similarity to the portrait of the twelve year old spirit ice douluo Huo Yuhao hidden in the core archives of Shrek Academy!
The name, the spirit, the appearance... the intertwining of these three made Yun Ming unable to help but think more.
Yun Ming could no longer remain completely calm. He looked at Leng Yaozhu and couldn't help asking, "This child... he couldn't really have some connection with the spirit ice douluo from ten thousand years ago, could he?"
Facing Yun Ming's question, a mysterious smile bloomed on Leng Yaozhu's face.
She glanced at Huo Yuhao with a soft gaze and said, "Yuhao is an orphan. When I brought him back to the spirit pagoda, he was only three years old."
She paused, her tone becoming meaningful: "I also didn't expect him to awaken the spirit eyes martial soul. Perhaps he really is a bloodline descendant left on the continent by the spirit ice douluo!"
One of the core purposes of Leng Yaozhu bringing Huo Yuhao to Sea God Island to meet Yun Ming was to let Huo Yuhao, this "special existence," leave an unignorable impression in the heart of the Atlas Douluo.
Now that the goal had been achieved, there was no need to stay long.
Therefore, after the spar between Huo Yuhao and Naer, the two sides only exchanged a few pleasantries before Leng Yaozhu took Huo Yuhao and left Sea God Island at the appropriate time.
Today's trip to Sea God Island was just a small interlude for Huo Yuhao.
However, being able to see such world renowned existences as the Atlas Douluo and the Saint Spirit Douluo with his own eyes made the trip worthwhile.
As for the girl named Naer, she didn't really catch his attention too much.
As night deepened, after finishing his day's cultivation, Huo Yuhao had a highly nutritious meal from the Body Sect at his teacher Han Tianyi's place and prepared to return to his room to sleep.
However, when passing by Leng Yaozhu's door, he saw that the door was left slightly ajar.
Immediately after, a crisp shattering sound came from inside the room.
Although he didn't think Leng Yaozhu would encounter any danger, Huo Yuhao still subconsciously pushed the door and entered.
Turning past the foyer, the scene in the living room made his gaze narrow slightly.
Dark red wine liquid spread across the floor with a fine luster, and glass shards were scattered among it.
Not far away, Leng Yaozhu, who was usually cold and dignified, was now leaning against the coffee table. Her red hair was disheveled, and the wine bottle in her hand was more than half empty.
She tilted her head back to take a sip, a few strands of hair sticking to her slightly flushed cheeks.
Her hazy gaze swept past the door, and when it landed on Huo Yuhao, it fixed slightly.
"Yuhao..."
She gently shook the wine bottle and beckoned to Huo Yuhao: "Come here."
Hearing this, Huo Yuhao walked closer quickly, the strong smell of alcohol lingering with a familiar cold fragrance.
He leaned over to look into Leng Yaozhu's mist covered eyes and said softly, "Aunt Leng, you're drunk."
Leng Yaozhu gave a soft snort, the corners of her eyes stained with a thin red flush from the alcohol, like rouge plum blossoms suddenly blooming in the snow.
"I am a demi-god... how could I be drunk?"
But that soft ending to her voice floating in the air had already completely betrayed her.
Huo Yuhao sighed inwardly. Aunt Leng was right; if she didn't want to be drunk, with her cultivation, no amount of alcohol could make her drunk.
But now, she was clearly willing to immerse herself in this drunkenness.
He leaned over, his arms carefully reaching under her back and the hollow of her knees.
As he picked her up, her red hair spilled into his arms, the cold ethereal fragrance of her hair intertwining with the strong smell of alcohol into a strange scent.
Just as he settled Leng Yaozhu on the sofa, Huo Yuhao reached out to take the wine bottle, but she twisted her wrist and dodged it, her movements too fast for a drunk person.
"Aunt Leng," Huo Yuhao's voice softened a bit more, "Give me the wine, okay?"
"Wine... is a good thing."
Leng Yaozhu suddenly laughed, tilted her neck to take another sip, and made a slight swallowing sound in her throat: "Drink it, and the past becomes blurred... how wonderful."
A drop of dark red wine slid down the corner of her lips, traced her fair neckline, and disappeared into the shadow of her collar.
She turned her face, her hazy gaze seemingly looking past Huo Yuhao into the distance.
"Yuhao, tell me... exactly where am I inferior to Ya Li?"
Out of curiosity, Huo Yuhao had already gathered the gossip of the past between Yun Ming and Leng Yaozhu from Han Tianyi.
So when Leng Yaozhu asked this, he understood what was going on; it was all about love stories from decades ago.
With Yun Ming's talent and appearance, he naturally attracted the admiration of countless female spirit masters back then, and Leng Yaozhu was one of them.
Whether in terms of background or talent, Leng Yaozhu was a match for Yun Ming, and the two of them indeed had a period of ambiguity back then.
But in the end, Yun Ming chose to be with the Saint Spirit Douluo Ya Li, and Leng Yaozhu had remained single because of this.
Despite the pursuit of the spirit pagoda master Qian Gu Dongfeng for so many years, Leng Yaozhu remained unmoved because she still couldn't forget Yun Ming in her heart.
"Forget it..." Without waiting for Huo Yuhao to speak, Leng Yaozhu laughed herself and reached out to pinch his face: "Why am I asking you... you don't understand yet."
Something flashed through that smile, too fast to catch.
She suddenly composed herself, and her gaze toward Huo Yuhao seemed to hold a bit more solemnity.
"But remember, Yuhao, with your talent and heart-nature, there will be many stunning women who will fall for you in the future."
Huo Yuhao was startled; this transition was too sudden. Why did it suddenly turn to him?
"By then..."
Leng Yaozhu's speaking speed gradually slowed, each word as if soaked in wine, carrying a bitter aftertaste: "Perhaps... you should allow yourself to be a bit more 'greedy'. In matters of the heart, sometimes being too clear headed ends up hurting both yourself and others. You can be a bit more fickle; otherwise, I'm afraid many people will be heartbroken because of you, wasting... their whole lives!"
Before her voice could fade, the wine bottle slipped from Leng Yaozhu's loosened fingers.
Huo Yuhao caught it with quick eyes and hands. When he looked up, she had already closed her eyes and fallen asleep, her breathing gradually becoming steady.
Huo Yuhao stood silently for a moment before carefully leaning over to clean up the mess on the floor, finally bringing a velvet blanket to cover Aunt Leng.
Huo Yuhao gently closed the door, the hallway lights stretching his shadow very long.
He shook his head; those words were indeed still too far and too heavy for him now.
The moonlight outside was just right. He took a deep breath and walked toward his room.
The road was still long; at this moment, the only thing he should do was to hold onto the power in his hands.
Inside the room, the person under the velvet blanket curled up unconsciously.
A single clear tear silently seeped into her hair at the temples, soon disappearing without a trace.
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