Trading her body for power?
Zhu Zhuqing instinctively resisted the idea.
That would mean she had nothing left.
But giving up the chance to grow stronger?
That was something she absolutely couldn't accept either.
She reluctantly said,
> "Can I owe you for now?"
It was just a desperate attempt to save face—
She didn't expect—
> "Sure," Yi Hong nodded. "You'll owe me a favor. When I ask, you can't say no."
That sentence…
Sounded odd.
> "You can't force me to do something against my principles," Zhu Zhuqing quickly clarified. "I want to grow stronger, but I still have my bottom line."
> "Hey, I was just casually saying something," Yi Hong chuckled. "If you really want a reason—fine, I just think you're pleasing to the eye. Wanted you to owe me a little favor, that's all."
He seemed open and harmless.
But his answer subtly eased Zhu Zhuqing's guard, even earning a trace of gratitude.
> "Thank you."
> "No big deal. You can't put a price on my good mood," Yi Hong waved it off.
Zhu Zhuqing said nothing, quietly walking alongside him.
Up ahead—
Ning Rongrong suddenly turned around, glaring at Yi Hong with a mix of anger and frustration.
She'd thrown ten thousand gold soul coins at him and ended up looking like a joke?
> Too much!
Yi Hong raised his hands innocently.
> "That was just a figure of speech. I didn't mean you."
> "So you just don't like the look of me?" Ning Rongrong fumed.
Yi Hong glanced at her—flat as a board.
Then looked at Zhu Zhuqing—proud, bouncy, and definitely not flat.
He tilted his head and spread his hands like,
> You tell me. Fair or not?
Ning Rongrong followed his gaze downward—one glance and everything was on display.
Then looked at Zhu Zhuqing—her curves practically bouncing with each step.
Her mood imploded.
> "You shallow jerk!!"
She turned around in a huff and ignored him.
Meanwhile, Zhu Zhuqing, who had been implicitly complimented (okay, teased), also felt… conflicted.
Normally, if a guy made a comment like that about her body?
She'd ignore him—but her opinion of him would immediately tank.
But this time…
It didn't.
In fact—
She felt a strange urge to get closer to Yi Hong?
Weird.
Why did she feel like this?
Yi Hong smirked to himself.
> Speed God, you misjudged me!
He looked like some innocent little gentleman—but that was just because of this body being twelve and pre-pubescent.
He'd only just arrived here today and hadn't had the chance to misbehave.
But in his past life?
He'd had more girlfriends than some guys had hot meals.
> Ugly men will never understand how forward girls can be when you're handsome.
Let Zhu Zhuqing realize she had nothing to trade.
Let her instinctively resist the idea of selling her body.
Then offer her a gentle out—"just owe me."
That's what?
> Giving warmth in a snowstorm.
And that sense of guilt?
Would make her unconsciously more tolerant of him from now on.
That's called what?
> PU—
Cough!
Strategy.
Plus, he now had the God-Given Martial Soul · Netherworld White Tiger, which made him way more attractive to Zhu Zhuqing than Dai Mubai's regular white tiger.
If this were an MMO, there'd be floating text above her head:
> Affection +1
Affection +1
Affection +1
> "We're here," Oscar said.
> "Both girls' dorms are empty—you three can pick how you want to split them."
> "As for the boys, we've got three rooms. Boss Dai rents outside. Me and Fatty each took one. One room left."
> "Yi Hong, Tang San—do you want to share, or bunk with me or Fatty?"
Tang San looked at Yi Hong.
> Sharing would make it easier to get the formula…
But Yi Hong spoke first:
> "Which room is yours, Little O? I'll stay with you."
Of all the Shrek boys, Oscar was the only one he found tolerable.
> "Sounds great!"
Oscar grinned.
> "Left one's mine."
> "Tang San, you take the right room. I'll have Boss Dai squeeze in with Fatty."
Tang San's lips twitched.
...Fine.
Can't force it.
Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu naturally shared a room.
Zhu Zhuqing took the other girls' dorm alone.
Assignments done, everyone unpacked, washed up, chatted briefly.
Night fell.
Oscar sat down and began meditating in place of sleeping.
Yi Hong scratched his head.
> Sorry… I'm Level 40 Innate Soul Power…
> But I've never trained a day in my life. I have no clue how to circulate soul power.
He opened his livestream.
Only one viewer left—the God of Speed.
> "Boss, could you send me a soul cultivation method or something?"
[God of Speed: Training's boring. I heard Teacher Zhao's getting beat up by Tang San's dad tonight. Wanna go watch?]
Yi Hong's lips twitched.
> "Boss, Tang San's dad is a Titled Douluo. You want me to go get slapped around?"
[God of Speed: Eh? How'd you know?]
Yi Hong had no intention of hiding his plot foresight.
After all, the stream was always on. Hiding things would make scheming harder.
He'd already prepped a cover story:
> "I'm from the future too—sent to this timeline after a freak accident."
[God of Speed: Ooh? Sounds like a story! Do tell!]
> "So I was from @#@￥&%, and ran into &%￥@#. Then I had to %￥￥#, and that's how I got here."*
[God of Speed: What the heck? That's just a bunch of symbols.]
Yi Hong shrugged.
> "Looks like the rules don't let me reveal too much. Maybe the gods aren't supposed to know yet—it might make things worse."
[God of Speed: I see... Could it be the Divine Realm faces a major catastrophe in the future?]
[God of Speed: Ugh, now I really want to know!]
> Huh.
Do people's personalities change after becoming gods?
Back then, she was an ice-cold goddess.
Now she was acting like a curious little kitten.
So much easier to talk to.
And yet Dai Mubai had the audacity to cheat on her?
Really makes you wonder why guys prefer "wildflowers" over the beauty in their own backyard.
[God of Speed: Whatever, I'm just a Tier 2 Deity. If the Divine Realm collapses, the God Kings will handle it.]
[God of Speed: Let's just go watch Teacher Zhao get beat up.]
[User "God of Speed" sent a gift: "Speed Divine Sense" ×1]
[God of Speed: That'll let you move unseen. No Douluo could detect you.]
[User "God of Speed" sent a gift: "Speed Divine Sense" ×1]
[God of Speed: That's your reward. Go already!]
> "You got it!"
Yi Hong grinned wide.
If you'd said it was a paid mission, he would've run there hours ago!
As for that garbled nonsense he'd typed earlier?
Yeah...
He typed actual gibberish on purpose.
Fill in the blanks yourself.
Yi Hong extracted the two Speed Divine Senses—one he stored in his spiritual sea, and one he activated.
A soft breeze passed by, carrying a faint floral scent.
(Just the flowers outside, don't get any weird ideas.)
His body became faint and translucent, feet lifted off the ground.
He could move with just a thought—it felt like controlling a game character.
[God of Speed: You've been enhanced! Now go watch the show!]
[God of Speed: Go camp outside Teacher Zhao's dorm. I'll guide you.]
Yi Hong followed the divine navigation, gliding low through the air as if no one else existed.
Just as he arrived—
Teacher Zhao leapt out the window and took off toward the back mountain forest.
[God of Speed: Perfect timing! Stay on his tail!]
Yi Hong followed silently, adjusting his "speed settings."
Soon—
Zhao Wuji "caught up" to the intruder and sternly questioned his identity.
Tang Hao said nothing, face obscured by a cloak, cool as ever.
No martial soul—just ring after ring of soul power lit up beneath his feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple—
Zhao Wuji sneered.
Black, black, black—
Zhao Wuji's face grew serious.
One more black.
Zhao Wuji's eyes widened.
Red!
Zhao Wuji gasped out loud!
All arrogance vanished. He bowed deeply with utmost respect.
> "Forgive me, Your Excellency…"
"Pffft—"
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