God Realm.
Our beloved "Tang Buddha" stood at the edge of the divine plane, his face solemn as though contemplating the great matters of the God Realm… but in reality, he was still basking in a post-blissful daze after a certain "stellar fury" session with his Xiao Wu.
Suddenly, his body jolted, and the tranquil, wise expression instantly morphed into one of shock and alarm.
"This! How could the fate thread of the Son of Destiny on the Douluo Plane change like this? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Originally, in our ever-righteous Tang Buddha's grand plan, to ensnare the Son of Destiny and turn him into a pawn to resist the God of Destruction and seize power over the God Realm, he had dispatched his own daughter as bait. Thus, at the risk of being caught violating God Realm laws by the God of Destruction, he secretly entangled his daughter's fate thread tightly with that of the Son of Destiny.
Of course, if you asked Tang Buddha, he'd give you a far nobler reason, something like "letting the Son of Destiny inherit my godhood so I can pursue other meaningful endeavors." So noble, so just.
But now, not only had his daughter's thread separated from the Son of Destiny's, it had inexplicably become entangled with someone else's.
"This cannot be! My grand plan—how can it be ruined like this? I must correct it!"
Tang Buddha's expression darkened further, a murderous gleam flashing in his eyes.
He stood up and rushed toward the Hall of Fate in the God Realm—a place where one could observe, manipulate, and even sever fate threads in the mortal world, effectively ending someone's life by cutting their line of destiny.
To Tang Buddha, the only viable course was to cut off the newly entangled thread that had somehow pulled the Son of Destiny away from his carefully laid plans.
But just as he reached the Hall of Fate, his expression worsened.
Why? A glance said it all.
The God of Destruction stood before the Hall of Fate, smirking mockingly as he stared at Tang San.
"What's wrong, Sea God? What brings you here looking so sour?"
Tang Buddha instantly realized who had interfered with the fate thread.
He quickly masked his expression, putting on his usual façade of a gentleman.
"And what brings you here? Since when do you, a law enforcer of the God Realm, guard the Hall of Fate?"
The God of Destruction burst into laughter, and for some reason, an ominous sense welled up within Tang Buddha.
"Hahaha, here's how it is, Sea God. You know, we law enforcers can sense anomalies within the Hall of Fate."
"Recently, I sensed that two tightly-bound threads from your home plane had changed. One of them now looks like a kidnapped soul struggling to escape."
"This clearly indicates someone tampered with threads that shouldn't have been connected in the first place. With my superior strength, I noticed this first. So, I sealed off all fate information from leaking out, restored the threads to their natural course, and left a trail only detectable by the culprit."
"I've been here waiting—just like a hunter for his prey."
The playful grin vanished from the God of Destruction's face, his sinister violet eyes locking onto Tang San with terrifying intensity.
Tang San nearly lost control of his expression—this was a trap! But his years of playing the gentleman masked his true thoughts.
"Heh, are you implying I'm the one who tampered with it?"
The God of Destruction didn't reply, his cold stare said it all.
"Then why can't it be that my power is greater than you expected, and I also detected the anomaly, coming here just like you?"
"Or perhaps this is a setup by you, and you're the real culprit?"
Tang San argued calmly.
"If you insist. Then I propose we report this to the entire God Realm. Since we're both suspects, all enforcers should be placed under observation to prevent further tampering. What do you say?"
At that moment, Tang San felt like he had swallowed a fly. Sure, he had avoided the punishment of being caught red-handed, but this wasn't the outcome he wanted.
He couldn't refute any more—any further denial would only reveal the truth.
Thus, just because Huo Yuhao deviated from the original script, Tang San found himself at a disadvantage in his future power struggle with the God of Destruction.
Back on the Douluo Continent, deep in thought, Huo Yuhao decided to tell Meng Hongchen about his discovery.
He returned to reality from his trance only to find Meng Hongchen leaning in close, blinking her big eyes at him.
"Whoa! Senior sister, what are you doing?!"
Their gazes locked, and realizing her behavior was a bit out of line, Meng Hongchen turned red with embarrassment.
'Strange, wasn't I supposed to be the one teasing this little junior? Why do I feel like I'm the one being toyed with?'
"Uhm… you looked really handsome while deep in thought, so I just couldn't help staring a little."
Her voice grew quieter and quieter until it was barely a whisper.
But Huo Yuhao wasn't in the mood to be flustered—he had something urgent on his mind.
"Senior sister, could you release your ice attribute soul power for a moment?"
Though puzzled by his intense tone, Meng Hongchen complied. Instantly, the surrounding air turned icy cold.
At the same time, Huo Yuhao released his Ultimate Ice soul power. That feeling of resonance returned.
If soul power particles were dancers, then at this moment, theirs were holding hands and waltzing together.
"Senior sister, did you feel that?"
Meng Hongchen nodded stiffly, her expression frozen.
She had once released a martial soul fusion skill called Red Dust Yearning with her brother Xiao Hongchen. So she naturally understood what this sensation meant.
"Yuhao, I… I think the compatibility between our soul power is even stronger than what I had with my brother."
With this level of compatibility, a martial soul fusion skill between the two was practically a certainty. They could even train together to boost their cultivation speed.
Realizing this, Meng Hongchen's already flushed face turned scarlet. She couldn't meet his eyes and turned away.
On the Douluo Continent, if a male and female without blood ties could perform a martial soul fusion skill—it meant something. Everyone knew what.
Soul masters needed similar martial soul attributes and a close bond to achieve a fusion skill. It was practically a physical representation of the red thread of fate. For a 12-year-old boy and a 15-year-old girl, this was… a lot.
Huo Yuhao noticed it too. His face flushed. But he wasn't just some clueless 12-year-old—he wasn't going to be speechless at a moment like this!
"So that means we can use a martial soul fusion skill and even train together to improve faster, right, senior sister?"
He spoke calmly. Meng Hongchen still faced away but nodded in silence.
Her thoughts were a whirlwind. Sure, she liked this younger student a little, maybe even more than a little. But they hadn't known each other long, and they had a three-year age gap.
That tiny spark of affection had been tucked away, explained away by her playful personality. But now, this fusion skill brought those feelings into the open, forcing her to face them head-on.
It left her completely flustered, like some shy, clumsy girl—not at all her usual self.
Huo Yuhao realized this too. 'Did I say too much? Did I upset her? Is she going to slap me and call me a creep?'
He was spiraling in panic when suddenly, her soft fingers gently pinched his cheeks.
"You little brat, trying to act all mature at 12? Huh?"
Meng Hongchen pouted playfully, pinching his cheeks just hard enough to ruin his calm expression.
But her voice—he could hear the joy in it.
"Ow, senior sister, gentle, gentle!"
After a good few moments, she let go, hopping away with a bounce in her step and returning to her usual self.
"Come on, Yuhao~ Let's go test out our martial soul fusion skill. Then we'll tell Grandpa and my brother the good news!"
"Hehe, I've been stolen away by another guy. Even have a fusion skill with him. I wonder if my stinky brother will be jealous~"
Seeing her back to her usual self, Huo Yuhao breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
But at the same time, hearing what she said, he smiled wryly and followed after her.
'Somehow, senior sister's words are getting a lot bolder. And the space between us… feels a whole lot smaller.'
(End of Chapter)
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