Huo Yuhao walked up with his hands in his pockets and delivered a kick straight to the youth's chest, sending him crashing to the ground again.
As for that slightly protruding, strange sensation against his foot—he decided to act as if he knew nothing about it.
The youth coughed violently a few times and turned over, propping himself up on the ground as if trying to crawl back up. Huo Yuhao, having no intention of letting him off, stepped forward and placed his left foot on the youth's back. With a light application of force, he pinned him down: "You lost."
His strength was so immense it was certainly not inferior to a power-type Soul Emperor.
"Get off me right now," the youth said angrily, though his eyes were filled with nothing but indignation and resentment.
Huo Yuhao ground his foot down again, making the youth get even more intimately acquainted with the dirt.
"Let's get one thing straight: right now, you're the one pleading with me. You'd better use a gentler tone. If you want to keep this up, it's fine by me; I'm not the one losing face."
"Who says I lost!" The youth struggled desperately, but the gap in strength was simply too vast; it was all in vain.
Huo Yuhao curled his lip, but the pressure from his foot remained powerful. "Won't admit defeat, huh? I haven't even unleashed my Martial Soul yet. If I were you, I'd have a clearer understanding of the gap between us."
"You... you dare step on me?! I'll kill you for sure!" As he spoke these words, a golden trident symbol flickered faintly on his forehead, hidden beneath his bangs.
To Huo Yuhao's slight surprise, the killing intent in the youth's voice was genuine.
Perhaps he really had done things like this many times before...
Just then, the voice of Electrolux rang out.
"Yuhao, there is likely something truly bizarre about this tomboy. I can sense a potent Divine Consciousness protection on her. You should release her for now."
Huo Yuhao was startled: "Teacher, are you saying there's an existence similar to yours within her?"
Electrolux's voice was very grave: "Mhm... and the level is quite high. I fear even at my peak, I might not be able to contend with it. Handle this carefully and make sure not to become entangled with her. Stay away from her!"
For his teacher to take it this seriously proved that this person was definitely not right!
Dressing as a boy for no reason and possessing a powerful Divine Consciousness—that explained a lot.
Adhering to the principle that not suffering a loss is a gain, Huo Yuhao released the foot pinning the youth and took two wary steps back.
Once the youth had scrambled up from the ground, Huo Yuhao's cold voice drifted over.
"Originally, I could have agreed to those nonsensical demands of yours. Not because I was afraid of you, but out of respect for a future roommate."
At this point, Huo Yuhao's tone suddenly turned frigid—so cold that the youth couldn't help but shudder. It felt as if merely hearing his voice caused an indescribable chill to pierce the soul.
"But now it seems... you aren't worthy of my respect."
Then, Huo Yuhao's voice grew louder: "Now, take your things and get out! Don't let me see you staying in this dorm! Just like you said earlier: every day you stay in this room is a day I beat you up, until you get out!"
...
"Waaah... you... you bully... I'm going to have Uncle Da and Uncle Er kill you! Wuuu..."
To everyone's surprise, the youth actually burst into tears right there.
Tears and snot flowed freely as he cried like a little girl, completely disregarding his image. His already dirty little face now looked like a messy tabby cat.
Huo Yuhao gave a cold snort, showing not a shred of sympathy: "Crying? Crying counts as time! Now, take your things and beat it!"
Seemingly frightened by Huo Yuhao, the youth bit his lip, trying hard to stop crying. After a long moment, he managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"...Just you wait!"
Though his words were stubborn, his body was honest. He ran back into the dormitory building first, presumably to pack his things.
Huo Yuhao gave a disdainful grunt and walked back into the dorm with his hands behind his head in a swagger.
The old gatekeeper at the dormitory entrance watched Huo Yuhao's departing back with piercing eyes, his lids squinting slightly.
In those originally cloudy eyes, one could see a flash of depth born from time and experience, along with a hint of complexity.
He had finally seen a genius capable of inheriting his mantle.
Defeating a Soul Grandmaster who possessed soul rings exceeding the normal age limits with bare hands—his talent was beyond question. However, his personality was a bit too stubborn; he still needed more tempering.
The old man's lips moved slightly, but his voice echoed in the Dean's office several thousand meters away: "Shaozhe, handle this matter personally. Make that princess from the Clear Sky Sect behave herself at Shrek Academy! If she can't, have her move to the girls' dorm. If she keeps causing trouble, have the Clear Sky Sect take her back."
Yan Shaozhe, who was drinking tea in his office, was startled by the transmission. Although he wondered why a cross-dressing princess from the Clear Sky Sect was worth his teacher's attention, he instinctively replied.
"Yes, Teacher. I'll see to it immediately!"
...
Dormitory 207
Looking at Huo Yuhao, who was sitting leisurely by the bed as if waiting for him to leave, the pink-blue haired youth bit his lip. He looked longingly at the dormitory he had worked so hard to clean.
A hint of regret bubbled up in his heart. If he had spoken politely at the beginning, would things have turned out this badly? But if he stayed, wouldn't he be beaten every day?
Although the youth had some confidence in his own strength, if he couldn't even win with the Radiant Butterfly Goddess Martial Soul, would using the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul really make much of a difference?
Could he be a Soul Elder? But can a Soul Elder beat someone up like this without even using a Martial Soul?
Is he really a freshman?
He originally wanted to say something to salvage the situation, but catching Huo Yuhao's cold, emotionless blue eyes, he couldn't help but shiver.
Better to just leave. Maybe he could even get a single room... Comforting himself with this thought, the youth packed all his belongings into his storage Soul Tool.
As he reached the door, Huo Yuhao's leisurely voice drifted over: "Oh, right. Thanks for cleaning the room. Take care, I won't see you out. Hope you find a good roommate."
The youth clenched his fists and spun around, staring at Huo Yuhao: "My name is Wang Dong! You remember that! I will definitely defeat you!"
Huo Yuhao cooperated by clapping perfunctorily: "Wow, good for you."
Seeing Huo Yuhao like this, Wang Dong's face turned red with anger. He turned and left the room, intentionally slamming the door hard behind him.
Incompetent rage... Huo Yuhao curled his lip and began organizing his own things.
...
Dormitory 108
Lan Xuanyu lay on his bed, rubbing the injury on his inner thigh.
The Shrek Academy of this era was far worse than the one in his own time! Putting aside the density of the Heaven-and-Earth Primordial Energy, just look at the dorm environment—in his day, their dorms were a villa complex surrounding Sea God Lake! They had every kind of cultivation environment. And now? It was just a double room as small as a prison cell.
Charging such expensive tuition, yet giving students such a dump to live in?
But what puzzled him most was: where was Huo Yuhao? He hadn't joined the Tang Sect, and he hadn't heard any news of him within Shrek Academy...
Just as his thoughts were racing, the dormitory door was abruptly pushed open.
Lan Xuanyu sat up instinctively; his roommate must have arrived.
The person who squeezed in had a somewhat familiar head of... pink-blue hair...