Douluo Continent: Huo Yuhao's Dual Transmigration into the Peerless Dragon King

Chapter 107 The Sea God Pavilion Meeting Ten Thousand Years Ago

The name Huo Yuhao struck Fan Yu like a thunderclap in her heart.

He stood there, stunned, his expression shifting from blank to bewildered, and then from bewildered to an indescribable complexity.

How could he be unfamiliar with this name?

Fan Yu still vividly remembers the boy who was neither humble nor arrogant when he was recruited a year ago.

But the child refused him.

The refusal was decisive and without any room for negotiation.

Fan Yu still remembers how she left with a sullen face, and she also remembers the words she once said to him.

There are quite a few people with the same name, but Fan Yu felt that the eleven-year-old Huo Yuhao that Yan Shaozhe mentioned should be the one he had seen before.

Fan Yu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly felt a dryness in his mouth.

Qian Duoduo quickly suppressed her shock and put on a smile again.

His tone carried a hint of genuine envy: "Congratulations, Lao Yan, on the arrival of such a genius in the Martial Soul Department."

Then Qian Duoduo changed the subject, her smiling face closing in again as she tentatively asked, "But Lao Yan, is there really absolutely no room for maneuver in Zhou Yi's matter?"

In fact, Zhou Yi was not related to him at all, so he didn't need to lower himself to beg for mercy time and time again.

Ultimately, it's all for the sake of that brute behind him.

Others may not know what the Shrek Academy's Soul Guidance Department has been like these past few years, but how could Qian Duoduo not know?

There is a severe shortage of talent, with a lack of successors. You can count the number of competent Soul Masters on your fingers.

Fan Yu was already an eighth-level Soul Master before he was even forty years old. Qian Duoduo naturally wanted to do everything he could to win over such a promising talent.

Therefore, he had to take care of Zhou Yi's matter.

If you can manage it, you should manage it; if you can't, you have to manage it even if it's difficult.

Yan Shaozhe looked at the smiling old face opposite him and knew exactly what was going on.

He and Qian Duoduo had been fighting for most of their lives. They were both scheming against each other, and neither of them could hide anything from the other.

Seeing his old rival's apologetic smile, Yan Shaozhe didn't rule out making any definitive statements.

He looked at the two people opposite him and said calmly, "If Huo Yuhao can forgive Zhou Yi, this matter can still be discussed."

Qian Duoduo's eyes lit up, and she immediately stood up: "Great! Old Yan's words are enough!"

He pulled the still-dazed Fan Yu along and strode towards the door.

Before leaving, she turned back and cupped her hands in a respectful gesture to Yan Shaozhe before closing the door and hiding her smiling face behind it.

The corridor fell silent, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing in the empty passageway.

Qian Duoduo walked ahead, her steps quick and steady.

"Fan Yu."

He called out, his tone carrying a hint of earnestness.

"You heard what Lao Yan said earlier. Whether this matter can be accomplished depends entirely on that kid named Huo Yuhao."

"Go and talk to Huo Yuhao. Remember, you're asking for his help now, so don't put on airs."

"As long as he nods in agreement, there's still a chance for Zhou Yi's situation to turn around."

"Dean..."

A deep voice came from behind me, as if it were squeezed out from the depths of my chest.

"No."

Qian Duoduo's foot suddenly stopped, and her foot, which had been suspended in mid-air, paused for a moment before slowly falling back to the ground.

He turned around, his gaze falling on Fan Yu's face, a hint of surprise flashing in his usually shrewd eyes.

Fan Yu stood there, his face heavy, his brows furrowed, looking as if he had swallowed a lot of bitter herbs.

"What do you mean by that?" Qian Duoduo frowned. "You're not going to care anymore?"

Fan Yu forced a bitter smile: "Dean, I know this Huo Yuhao."

Qian Duoduo was taken aback.

Fan Yu said in a low voice, "He's not just a genius soul master, he's even more of a genius when it comes to soul tools..."

Fan Yu took a deep breath and recounted the events of that year in their entirety.

Qian Duoduo listened in silence, her shrewd eyes flashing with changing expressions.

After Fan Yu finished speaking, the corridor fell into a deathly silence.

After a long while, Qian Duoduo finally let out a long sigh.

"You two..."

He shook his head, his tone full of helplessness.

"I really don't get along with this Huo Yuhao."

The couple took turns trying to offend the other person's child from head to toe.

Now, things are really messed up; I can't even bring myself to plead for them!

It seems that Zhou Yi's matter is unlikely to be resolved.

However, Qian Duoduo didn't care too much. He had done right by Fan Yu and Zhou Yi, and that was enough.

As for the outcome, that's not something he can control.

His attention had already been drawn to something else.

Huo Yuhao.

Eleven years old.

Level 43 Soul Master.

At least a level 5 Soul Master.

These words swirled in Qian Duoduo's mind, making him itchy with desire.

It's okay that Fan Yu, that brute, offended someone.

Has Qian Duoduo offended anyone? With his old face, he can still maintain some presence in front of Huo Yuhao, right?

Thinking of this, Qian Duoduo's signature smile reappeared, and his eyes gleamed with shrewdness.

The next day, the new homeroom teacher arrived at the classroom of Class 1, the first batch of freshmen.

She was a young and beautiful woman, who looked to be no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. Her long black hair was tied up in a simple bun, with the rest falling over her shoulders, which made her delicate face look even more gentle and graceful.

She was dressed in an elegant dress, and standing there, she resembled a quietly blooming orchid.

"Hello students, my name is Zhang Lexuan, and I will be your homeroom teacher starting today."

Her voice was gentle and clear, like a mountain stream, flowing softly through everyone's heart.

The classroom fell silent for a moment, then a burst of suppressed whispers began to circulate.

Compared to the cold-faced, foul-mouthed old hag Zhou Yi, this new teacher Zhang is like a fairy who stepped out of a painting.

She stood on the podium, smiling with her eyes crinkling, patiently listening to each student's self-introduction, occasionally offering a soft compliment or two. Her gentle attitude warmed the heart.

Just as the first class of freshmen officially began their studies, a crucial meeting quietly unfolded elsewhere at Shrek Academy.

Inside the Sea God Pavilion, the long conference table was now full of people.

These people are the elders of Shrek Academy, the true leaders of this premier soul master academy on the continent.

At the head of the long table, on the chair to the left, sat a disheveled old man.

He was wearing a gray robe that hadn't been washed in ages, with a few stains on the cuffs that looked like oil or something else. His gray hair was piled up messily on his head, looking like a bird's nest that hadn't been tended to for months.

Since this unkempt old man was able to sit in the head seat, his identity must be extraordinary.

He is now the second-best person at Shrek Academy, the Gluttonous Douluo Xuanzi.

Xuanzi yawned, his gaze falling on Yan Shaozhe standing at the end of the long table. He slowly began, "Shaozhe, what's the matter that you've called all of us old folks here in such a grand manner?"

Yan Shaozhe took a deep breath and slowly scanned the sides of the long table.

"I've troubled you all to gather at the Sea God Pavilion, mainly because of... a student."

Upon hearing this, several elders around the long table slightly raised their eyes.

One student?

Why would the Poseidon Pavilion meeting be alarmed over just one student?

What kind of student has such a big reputation?

Yan Shaozhe didn't explain much. He had a stack of papers in his hand, neatly folded together.

With a flick of his wrist, the stack of papers seemed to come alive, each sheet fluttering lightly into the air, tracing graceful arcs before landing precisely on the tables in front of each elder.

At the same time, his voice rang out in the silent pavilion.

"Here is his information. Gentlemen, you may take a look."

Everyone became interested; for Yan Shaozhe to convene a Sea God Pavilion meeting so solemnly, this student must be extraordinary.

A few sheets of paper landed in front of Xuanzi. He lazily stretched out his hand, picked up a piece of paper with two fingers, and casually brought it to his eyes...

In just a moment, he sat up straighter and his expression became serious.

The reactions of the other elders were similar.

Even though they had prepared themselves mentally, they couldn't control their expressions when they saw the information in front of them.

After all, Huo Yuhao's talent and strength were truly astonishing, unprecedented in history!

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