: One day I will surely wash the White Tiger Duke's mansion in blood!

Chapter Five: One day I will surely massacre the White Tiger Duke's mansion!

In the Dark World

Seeing Hei Yuhao being relentlessly targeted in the sky, Meng Hongchen turned to look at Hei Yuhao, hesitating to speak.

She knew that Hei Yuhao was actually the same kind of person as her brother, extremely arrogant and intolerant of even the slightest imperfection... Moreover, he was the only Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult.

She wanted to offer comfort, but remembering Hei Yuhao's earlier words, she fell silent.

Inside the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, the other students looked at Hei Yuhao with strange eyes.

Unexpectedly, Hei Yuhao's innate soul power was only level one, and he barely reached level three when he was six years old.

At this age, almost all of them have already broken through to the Soul Master level.

Yet this very person recently defeated the entire Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy in a single battle, becoming the captain of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy representing all advanced soul master academies across the continent in the competition.

"I can't imagine how difficult his journey has been, how much suffering he has endured... The path of the strong is never smooth sailing."

A pang of heartache flashed through Meng Hongchen's heart.

When Hei Yuhao challenged the entire Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy alone, she was already impressed by his powerful strength and talent.

Upon learning that the other party was the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult of the Sun Moon Empire's Guardian God Sect, he began to admire and respect him even more.

I just didn't expect that the other party would have suffered so much along the way.

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Xu Jiawei turned to look at Dai Hao, his fists clenching involuntarily.

"It's alright, Your Majesty. I was unaware of this matter. I believe that as long as I acknowledge him, he will return to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion and rejoin the Star Luo Empire."

After receiving Dai Hao's assurance, Xu Jiawei breathed a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, the teachers at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy were instantly alarmed when they saw that the genius of their Sun Moon Continent actually came from the Star Luo Empire, specifically the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.

He secretly used his soul tool to send a telepathic message to the dean.

"I can see everything that's happening here."

"Don't worry, he won't go back to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion and join the Star Luo Empire."

Inside the Sun and Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.

Jing Hongchen looked up at the vast eastern sky, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.

"As expected of someone from the Holy Spirit Cult, their methods are indeed ruthless."

"However, it's time to remind the Grand Preceptor that if this matter is exposed, I fear his disciples will never be able to leave the Star Luo Empire."

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Within the black and white world, everyone witnessed Hei Yuhao's life experiences, his oppression and bullying, yet not a single complaint was uttered.

[You did not succumb to depravity; instead, you felt ashamed and spurred yourself on, diligently cultivating your soul power to the point of madness.]

To compensate for your shortcomings, you begin to work out physically.

Unlike Bai Yuhao, who was at a loss, numb, and cowardly indulging in self-destruction, he began to cultivate frantically whenever he had time.

Exercise your body.

They didn't realize that it was pointless for such a small person to exercise; it was simply a waste of time.

It wasn't until a careful observer noticed that, after awakening his martial soul, Hei Yuhao, through his frantic cultivation, had actually surpassed his counterpart in Bai Yuhao's world by several levels.

[At night, you, in your spiritual practice, see your mother, her hands red with cold after washing clothes, immediately starting to sew clothes again.]

You stopped cultivating, obediently sat down next to your mother, picked up a needle and thread, and began sewing clothes using your Spirit Eye Martial Soul.

Huo Yun'er was taken aback. She knew how hard her son worked, cultivating all day and helping her with her work at night. Her eyes reddened instantly.

"Why, why is Yuhao so sensible, so well-behaved..."

Drip, drip, tears fell from Huo Yun'er's eyes.

Hei Yuhao didn't say anything, but silently wiped away his mother's tears.

Or perhaps, he has barely spoken a few words since he was born.

And he never complained.

When you love someone, don't look at what they say, look at what they do.

The next day, Hei Yuhao gave up his cultivation and helped his mother wash clothes...

Perhaps Bai Yuhao did what he could, but Hei Yuhao, at his age, had already achieved the ultimate that he could not.

In his spare time, Hei Yuhao still cultivates his soul power and strengthens his body.

Until one day.

After a busy day, Huo Yun'er bumped into Dai Huabin, the second young master of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.

"Second Young Master, I...I'm so sorry, I...I didn't mean to!"

[Your mother bumped into the second young master of the White Tiger Duke's mansion, and the servants did not let her off the hook, beginning to beat and kick her.]

Bang~!

You rushed out of your room, and when you saw your mother being beaten, your eyes turned bloodshot, and you ran towards her without thinking.

In the scene, Hei Yuhao clenched his fist and punched Dai Huabin's servant.

Bang~!

The bridge of his nose collapsed, and blood was flowing freely.

The next moment, Hei Yuhao was kicked to the ground.

"No, no, don't hit my son!"

Damn it, damn it, these people all deserve to die!

Hei Yuhao looked up, his eyes instantly becoming bloodshot as he stared intently at Dai Huabin. The next instant, his body shot out.

Dai Huabin glanced at Hei Yuhao with a disdainful look, a yellow soul ring rose around him, a white tiger appeared behind him, and he threw a punch.

With his spirit-wielding martial soul activated, Hei Yuhao narrowly dodged the punch and landed a blow on Dai Huabin's face.

Bang~!

"Second Young Master!!!"

Dai Huabin's nose bridge collapsed.

"You're asking for it!"

"A bitch's child deserves to die!"

"First Soul Skill...!"

In that instant, everyone's heart leaped into their throats.

A Soul Master versus an ordinary person... This is a battle with absolutely no suspense.

You were beaten so badly you couldn't defend yourself, your face bruised and swollen...

In the scene, Hei Yuhao is beaten so badly that he can't lift his head.

Seeing this, Bai Yuhao clenched his fists tightly. Although he was comparing himself to his counterpart from another world, he still hoped that Hei Yuhao would win.

It's like atoning for the cowardice of the past.

In the pool of blood, Hei Yuhao's eyes were gradually covered by blood, his teeth clenched tightly together. When he saw his mother being beaten by the two men, in that instant, the world turned gray.

Buzz~ Bang!

[Level 8!]

[Your soul power has broken through to level eight. You risked everything, disregarding everything, just to save your mother.]

In the sky, ignoring the fists raining down on him, Hei Yuhao lunged at Dai Huabin, grabbed him, and bit down hard on his ear.

"Ugh!!!"

"If he dares to touch my mother again, I'll bite his throat off!"

Hei Yuhao's eyes were bloodshot, his face was crazed, and his blood-stained teeth were wide open, aimed at Dai Huabin's throat!

Everyone who witnessed this scene was horrified!

"A madman, a madman, he's a complete madman!"

Almost everyone now knows why Hei Yuhao was able to cultivate to the Soul King level at the age of twelve.

That is a spirit of not fearing death, being fearless and disregarding life and death.

However, they still didn't understand why he could cultivate so quickly.

In the sky.

Huo Yun'er stared blankly at her son.

"Rain... Yuhao!"

You protected your mother, but the price was that the White Tiger Duke's mansion cut off all your and your mother's finances, and placed even greater burdens on you... endless laundry and countless stitches.

[That year, exhausted and heartbroken, your mother fell ill...]

Over the next two years, everyone witnessed an eight-year-old child shouldering the burden of a family.

To heal your mother, you ventured out of the White Tiger Duke's mansion to gather herbs on the cliff, facing life-or-death situations along the way...

Because of your mother's serious illness, you started cooking, taking care of her, and completing the missions for the White Tiger Duke's Mansion... You could have broken through to level ten and obtained your first spirit ring much earlier, but you had no regrets, because your mother is the most important person in your world!

Everyone looked at the sky, their hearts aching, and the sentimental ones had red eyes and tears falling uncontrollably.

Some people are still their parents' precious babies, while others have already begun to shoulder the burden of a family on their own.

"Laugh at the events, not the person; Hei Yuhao is a true man!"

"To have accomplished all this at the age of eight, Hei Yuhao, I admire you!"

"Mom, once you say 'Mom,' you'll be a mom for life. A child with a mom is a treasure; only a child with a mom has a home!"

Everyone in both worlds felt admiration when they saw Hei Yuhao shoulder all of this alone.

Despite being in the dark White Tiger Duke's mansion, Hei Yuhao did not succumb to despair. For his mother's sake, he shouldered everything alone.

"He clearly wanted to cultivate, he really wanted to become a Soul Master, but for his mother, he almost gave up everything!"

"If you're going to have a son, you should have Hei Yuhao, because there's nothing wrong with what he does."

"At the age of eight, he protected his mother, bravely confronting a Soul Master despite his mortal body, demonstrating both courage and resourcefulness..."

With Hei Yuhao's tireless dedication to cultivating his soul power, he could have reached level ten and become a Soul Master by the age of eight. However, for his mother's sake, for his seriously ill mother, he stopped cultivating.

On her sickbed, Huo Yun'er watched all this, and tears once again fell uncontrollably.

"Clearly, clearly Yuhao is so good, so well-behaved, so filial, so obedient... but, but why, is he my child?!"

one year later.

[You're nine years old this year. You've taken care of your mother for a year, and she looks at you with boundless love, even sewing you new clothes...]

"It's snowing, Yuhao. Wear your new clothes and go out to see for your mother."

He hesitated for a moment, then his Spirit Eye Martial Soul appeared, and he looked at the right side of his mother's bed.

Noticing her son's unusual behavior, Huo Yun'er stiffened...

"Take a look at the snow for Mom, and tell her what the snow will look like this year."

Hei Yuhao trembled, slowly opened his dry lips, and uttered his first words with difficulty.

"good!"

The moment Hei Yuhao turned around, everyone watching the sky narrowed their eyes.

Then, Huo Yun'er moved her right hand and took out a sharp dagger from her quilt.

"No, no! Hei Yuhao, look back!"

"Don't do anything foolish. Your son is very good, with great talent. He will become a Soul King at the age of twelve and will bring you a good life."

"I can't believe how crazy Hei Yuhao would go if his mother died now."

"The more silent a person is, the stronger their inner strength becomes. After a breakdown, they become more insane and nothing they do is excessive."

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Huo Yun'er slowly placed the dagger against her neck.

"My son is so good, so well-behaved, so obedient... cough cough..."

Huo Yun'er's body trembled, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

"But why, of all people, is it my child?"

"God, I know I am a burden to my son. Without me, he would have been a revered Soul Master long ago..."

A sharp dagger pierced the skin, and blood slowly dripped down.

Inside the white world, Bai Yuhao witnessed this scene and could no longer hold back his tears.

"No, no!"

"Hei Yuhao, please save Mom! I beg you!"

Yuhao, from two different worlds, has the softest spot in his heart that comes from one person.

Even though Hei Yuhao knew the ending, tears still flowed uncontrollably in the dark world.

He never considered his mother a burden; he would do anything for her.

Bang!

"mom!"

Outside the door, Hei Yuhao knelt heavily on the ground, crying for the first time since he was born.

"A son can ask for nothing, fight for nothing, and even choose not to become a Soul Master!"

"But please... please don't leave me!"

Click!

Inside the room, Huo Yun'er was heartbroken after hearing her son's words.

Bang~!

[You are nine years old this year, and you stopped your mother from committing suicide, breaking through to level nine in soul power!]

In the end, Huo Yun'er couldn't bring herself to abandon Hei Yuhao.

"God, all I want is to watch my child grow up... cough cough..."

This year has been even more difficult for you and your son.

To gather herbs and buy tonics for your mother, you have to travel to even more distant places...

Another year has passed, and you're ten years old this year.

"Yuhao, go check the snow outside for me again."

"Come back and tell Mom about this year's snow scenery..."

In the sky, Huo Yun'er's face was deathly pale, she was emaciated, and her illness was terminal... Everyone knew that Huo Yun'er was going to die.

She won't survive this year's snow.

Hei Yuhao didn't move; his gaze was fixed firmly on Huo Yun'er.

My heart feels like it's being torn apart.

This is his mother, this is everything to him, this is his world.

"Oh, my child, how could your mother bear to leave you alone?"

"Carry me to the mountain where you often gather herbs. Look at my Yuhao, his hands are already covered in calluses at such a young age..."

Hei Yuhao turned around and squatted down.

Huo Yun'er brought her most precious item, the White Tiger Dagger.

On her back, after two years, Huo Yun'er finally walked out of their house.

Amidst the swirling snow, Hei Yuhao carried Huo Yun'er to the mountains, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.

On her back, Huo Yun'er kept talking about how beautiful and lovely the snow was, saying that she hadn't seen snow in a long time.

"Cough cough..."

Just then, Huo Yun'er coughed rapidly, and Hei Yuhao quickly put her down.

"Mom...Mom, open your eyes and look at Yuhao! Look at Yuhao, look at your child!"

Ignoring the cold, Hei Yuhao took off all his clothes and wrapped them around Huo Yun'er.

Huo Yun'er's lips trembled as she spoke slowly on her deathbed.

"Yuhao... Yuhao, my child, you are perfect in every way... but why did you have to be my child?"

"I hope that in the next life, you won't be my child again!"

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"Waaaaah!!!"

Hei Yuhao's lips trembled as he cried out, just like a child who had lost everything.

"Mom, open your eyes and look at Yuhao, open your eyes and look at your son, look at Xue... Don't leave me, I beg you."

In the wind and snow, Hei Yuhao was completely naked, holding Huo Yun'er, who was wrapped in clothes of various sizes.

Huo Yun'er held Hei Yuhao's hand tightly and placed the most important item, the White Tiger Dagger, in his hand.

Under intense emotional turmoil, Hei Yuhao's soul power surged, and his body roared.

[At ten years old, your mother left you forever. Amidst the intense emotional turmoil, your soul power broke through to level ten!]

His eyes were slowly replaced by a bloody light. Hei Yuhao gritted his teeth and forced a piece of flesh off his own hand. In grief and anger, he spat out a mouthful of blood from his heart and turned around to cut off a section of his hair.

"Let my flesh and blood, my soul and my hair, stay by my mother's side."

Hei Yuhao's gaze gradually turned fierce.

"Today, I, Huo Yuhao, hereby swear an oath!"

"One day, we will surely slaughter the White Tiger Duke's mansion!!!"

"Hear this, gods! If you do not comply, you will be condemned to heaven and earth!!!"