Huo Yuhao looked at Beibei, confused. Beibei nodded awkwardly and Huo Yuhoa asked, "Who is Han Yu?"
Beibei pointed to Han Yu, who was standing nearby, and said, "This is Han Yu. We had a fight due to a misunderstanding, but that's been cleared up now."
"Brother Han Yu, this is Huo Yuhao, the little brother we just met," Beibei continued.
Han Yu glanced at Huo Yuhao and smirked. There was nothing remarkable about him—just average looks, though his eyes were a bit brighter.
Compared to me, he's a world apart. I don't understand why he is considered a child of luck. Is the plane's will really capable of choosing someone at random?
It's no joke—if you pick an ordinary soul master and give them extraordinary opportunities, they'd stand out like a pig in the wind.
With Electrolux away, I'm curious to see what happens to this so-called son of luck.
Seeing Han Yu ignore Huo Yuhao, Beibei felt a bit awkward and quickly explained, "Uh, don't mind him, Yuhao. Han Yu just met us, so he might be a little shy."
"Cut!" Han Yu snorted coldly, causing Beibei's expression to freeze. It seemed that this little brother was hard to get along with.
What Beibei didn't realize was that Han Yu simply didn't know how to engage in conversation, especially since he wasn't familiar with her. After six years of limited interaction, he had become somewhat withdrawn.
Huo Yuhao, unfazed, smiled at Han Yu. "Hello, my name is Huo Yuhao. I came to the Star Dou Forest to obtain a soul ring."
Faced with Huo Yuhao's friendly demeanor, Han Yu couldn't ignore him. "My name is Han Yu," he replied, nodding slightly.
"Tch! What a snob!" Tang Ya muttered, puzzled by Han Yu's attitude.
Suddenly, Huo Yuhao's voice rang out in surprise. "Hey! I finally became a soul master!" As he spoke, a circle of bright white soul rings rose from his feet, ascending to his head before slowly descending.
In his perception, this soul ring held four soul skills. However, seeing the white soul ring only deepened Han Yu's resentment.
"Spiritual martial spirit?" Beibei's expression changed slightly. Strange events were unfolding—first the Sharingan that could copy soul skills, and now a spiritual eye absorbing the soul ring of the wind baboon. It felt like he had stumbled into a world of rare eye martial arts today.
Tang Ya chimed in, "Xiao Yuhao, is your martial spirit also spiritual?"
Huo Yuhao snapped back to reality. "Yes? Are there others with spiritual martial spirits?"
Tang Ya gestured toward Han Yu. "Yes, he has one too, and he's already a great soul master!"
Huo Yuhao looked at Han Yu in surprise, not expecting to find someone like him. He smiled warmly at Han Yu but felt a twinge of envy. Han Yu appeared to be around the same age but was already a great soul master, while Huo Yuhao was still at the first level. A wave of disappointment washed over him.
Seeing Huo Yuhao's gloomy expression, Tang Ya and Beibei exchanged glances, unsure of how to comfort him. However, Huo Yuhao quickly regained his composure and pushed his feelings aside.
"Sister Xiaoya, Brother Bei, what are you doing here? Is something wrong?" he asked.
Tang Ya replied, slightly annoyed, "I was worried about you! How could you come to the Star Dou Forest alone?"
Huo Yuhao's expression shifted as he recalled something. "Aside from a certain pervert, we initially planned to help you hunt for a soul ring, but it looks like you've already managed it."
"Even though the first soul ring is white and not particularly strong, at least it wasn't harmed," he added.
"Sister Xiaoya," Huo Yuhao began, feeling a bit moved and wanting to share the story of the Tianmeng Iceworm. But he hesitated, sensing it wasn't the right moment.
"Okay, what are your plans now?" Tang Ya asked, unaware of his internal struggle.
After obtaining his first soul ring, Huo Yuhao felt a bit lost, unsure of where to go next. Tang Ya quickly shot Beibei a knowing glance. Beibei then asked, "Yuhao, is there anyone else in your family?"
Huo Yuhao's expression darkened as he shook his head. "No, they're all gone. I'm the only one left."
To Huo Yuhao's surprise, Tang Ya's face lit up with a strange joy as she exclaimed, "That's great!"
Click! The cold rain fell, and a branch snapped underfoot as Han Yu looked at Tang Ya, puzzled. He couldn't fathom how she could react that way.
Beibei was equally taken aback. She gave Tang Ya an awkward smile before lightly hitting her on the head. "What are you talking about?"
Seeing Huo Yuhao's stunned expression, Tang Ya suddenly realized her mistake and turned red. "Xiao Yuhao, I didn't mean it like that. I meant, since you're alone now, why not join our sect?"
"Join your sect?" Huo Yuhao looked surprised. It was clear he knew about sects.
Tang Ya's pride swelled as she said, "Yes! Our sect was once the number one on the continent, and our unique skills are well-known. If you join us, we can support each other!"
She then turned to Han Yu. "And you, Han Yu? You seem like you're alone too. Do you want to join the sect?"
"What's the name of your sect?" Han Yu asked, though he already suspected it was the Tang Sect.
Tang Ya responded seriously, "Tang Sect, once the foremost sect on the continent!"
Huo Yuhao's eyes widened in shock; he clearly recognized the name.
"Oh," came Han Yu's indifferent response. Tang Ya and the others turned to look at him.
Tang Ya couldn't help but ask, "What's with your reaction? Aren't you surprised to hear about the Tang Sect?"
Han Yu sneered, "What's so surprising? It's just a declining sect, a relic of the past. Such sects are everywhere in history, and the Tang Sect is no exception."
Tang Ya flushed with indignation. "How can you say that? You should know that our sect has produced gods. Do other sects have gods?"
"Yes, yes, you're right. And then what?" Han Yu's indifferent words hit Tang Ya hard.
She opened her mouth to argue but found herself at a loss for words. Turning to Beibei for support, she looked desperate.
Beibei sighed and said seriously, "Brother Han Yu, it's true that the Tang Sect has produced gods, and yes, it has declined. But its unique skills remain, and I believe the Tang Sect will rise again in the future."
"Tang Sect's unique skills?" Han Yu scoffed. "With your half-baked skills, you couldn't even touch me. I can't imagine how the Tang Sect will rise again."
Tang Ya clenched her fists, feeling a surge of anger. It was infuriating—how could a seemingly charming boy speak so harshly, saying things no one wanted to hear?