area51novel Chapter 199 Bai Chenxiang: Damn!
Chapter 199 Bai Chenxiang: Damn!
Chapter 199 Bai Chenxiang: Damn!
A jubilant atmosphere was currently filling the magnificent buildings of the Spirit Hall.
In stark contrast to the tension and somber atmosphere of the other three major affiliated sects, colorful lanterns hung high and melodious music filled the Spirit Hall.
The combat capabilities of the Soul Guidance Device army shocked everyone who witnessed the battle.
The details of the battle were reported to the Spirit Hall in real time. Every detail inspired the Spirit Hall members present. In this battle, the Spirit Hall displayed overwhelming power. They annihilated more than 300 Spirit Masters of the Power Clan, while the Spirit Hall's forces achieved the miracle of zero casualties.
This is thanks to the combat methods of the Spirit Hall's Soul Guidance Artifact Army, which have completely overturned the Spirit Hall's traditional tactics that have lasted for tens of thousands of years.
The two sides were separated by a distance of 100 meters on the battlefield. The Power Clan did not even get a clear look at the faces of the Spirit Hall army before being taken down by a single shot from the Spirit Hall's Soul Guidance Cannon. The power and efficiency of this long-range attack made the traditional way of fighting as a Soul Master seem outdated.
In past battles, the duels between Soul Masters were back and forth, with each other unleashing Soul Skills, and sometimes even engaging in close-quarters one-on-one melee combat.
However, the advent of the Soul Guidance Cannon made this traditional fighting method simple and brutal. The Soul Guidance Cannon is extremely powerful, capable of instantly deciding the outcome of a battle, making the situation on the battlefield one-sided.
Perhaps because the Power Clan was completely wiped out in this war, or perhaps because the soul skill used by Golden Crocodile Douluo was too powerful, the originally clear sky began to change.
The once clear blue sky was gradually covered by dark clouds, which grew thicker and thicker. In no time, the sky was covered with dark clouds, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.
The rain on the Tianjie Street is as crisp as the grass, but the grass color is far away but not close.
The fine rain, like silk threads, gently caressed the earth, as if draping everything in a thin veil.
Huo Yuhao sat alone on the rooftop, gazing at the hazy mountain peaks in the distance, his thoughts drifting away with the rain. His heart was filled with a special feeling for rainy days, a feeling closely connected to the past.
Huo Yuhao remembered that on the day he saw his mother off in his previous life, it was drizzling down like this. The rain seemed like the sky's tears, bidding him farewell.
The first time I met Sister Xiaotao was also on a rainy day like this.
The moment he first parted ways with Dong'er, the rain seemed to foreshadow the sorrow of parting; the raindrops hit his face, cold and heavy.
Huo Yuhao is a sensitive and nostalgic person. Rainy days often evoke memories of the past, those beautiful, sad, and unforgettable moments.
In this life, when he first saw Xiao Wu, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed, because Xiao Wu and Dong'er looked so alike. Her eyes and her smile made him feel as if he saw Dong'er's shadow.
When Huo Yuhao first saw Qian Renxue, he also felt a moment of disorientation, because Qian Renxue looked exactly like Ye Guyi. Their similar appearance reminded him of Ye Guyi, the woman who loved him for a lifetime.
Tianmeng Bingcan once told him to look forward and not live in the past, but it's easier said than done.
Huo Yuhao's youth belonged to them; he gave them all his youth and emotions: his first love, Sister Xiao Tao; his beloved Dong'er and Qiu'er; Ye Guyi, who loved him for a lifetime; his Orange; and his Xiao Yunhan.
Huo Yuhao had also fantasized about how wonderful it would be to go back to the past, back to those carefree days, back to the time spent with his loved ones. However, although he did indeed return to the past, it seemed he went a little too far.
Moreover, having reached Huo Yuhao's level, he naturally has a deeper understanding of things like time and cause and effect.
In this life, he is determined to destroy two vast empires. If this world is the same as the one in his previous life, then his act of annihilating the Star Luo royal family will effectively mean the complete eradication of the Dai family's bloodline.
This made him fall into deep thought: if the Dai family bloodline no longer exists, will he still be born at some point in the future? Even Huo Yuhao found it difficult to fully understand the complex issues of time paradoxes.
Fortunately, in this life, his teacher had begun to delve into the laws of Yin and Yang and the law of cause and effect. With his teacher's guidance and help, Huo Yuhao felt that the burden on his shoulders had been lightened a little, and he was not too worried about those complicated time-related issues.
Huo Yuhao knew that time itself seemed to possess a kind of self-correcting power. If he really did something that would cause him to disappear, he believed that the timeline would automatically adjust to repair this potential crack.
Furthermore, Huo Yuhao is more inclined to believe that he comes from a completely different universe. This is because he has already made many changes to this world, changes so significant that the mere appearance of the soul tool has completely overturned the face of this world.
The invention and widespread use of soul-guided devices not only changed the form of warfare, but also affected social structure, economic development, and even people's lifestyles.
Although Huo Yuhao has left a deep mark on this world, he has not yet felt any signs of time backlash. This phenomenon seems to further confirm his conjecture—that he has likely transmigrated to a world completely different from his previous one.
Huo Yuhao gently reached out and carefully caught a raindrop falling from the sky.
At that moment, his soul seemed to tremble, falling into an indescribable trance. His fingers trembled slightly, as if he could feel every subtle vibration contained in the raindrops.
Logically speaking, given his alcohol tolerance, that amount of alcohol shouldn't have been enough to make him drunk. But today, Huo Yuhao was clearly drunk, to a degree that even surprised himself. His eyes became unfocused, as if the world had become distorted and blurred in his vision.
He wasn't just drunk, he was so drunk he was practically delirious, even his posture was unsteady. Huo Yuhao could only sit on the rooftop, letting the gentle breeze caress his face. He gazed at the distant, undulating mountains, as if searching for something, or perhaps lost in thought. His thoughts drifted aimlessly, like a fallen leaf fluttering in the wind, unsure of where it would land.
Through his hazy vision, Huo Yuhao saw a young girl quietly appear before him. She wore a light blue dress and walked with light steps. Her twin ponytails swayed gently with her steps, and her hair was covered with crystal-clear water droplets, giving her a fresh and natural beauty, like a lotus emerging from the water.
However, at this moment, what attracted Huo Yuhao the most was not the girl's slender and exquisite figure, nor her tiny waist, nor her long legs encased in stockings, but rather her clear, purplish-pink eyes.
Huo Yuhao stared into those eyes, feeling his consciousness blurring, as if he were deeply drawn to them, unable to extricate himself. His heart raced, and his breathing became rapid.
"Sister Xiaotao..." Huo Yuhao murmured to himself, his voice tinged with drunkenness and confusion. He seemed to see a familiar figure in the girl's eyes, a long-lost sense of intimacy that made it even harder for him, under the influence of alcohol, to distinguish between reality and illusion.
While Huo Yuhao was observing the girl, Bai Chenxiang was also observing Huo Yuhao.
When Bai Chenxiang's gaze fell on Huo Yuhao's incomparably handsome face, her heart seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible force, pounding violently.
She couldn't help but marvel at the boy's stunning appearance. His features were so exquisite, like a masterpiece meticulously sculpted by an artist, each detail perfectly proportioned, radiating an indescribable charm.
However, Bai Chenxiang was quickly pulled back to the cold ground by reality. She thought of her current situation, and a nameless sadness welled up in her heart.
She was about to face Huo Yuhao, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, known for his ferocity and cruelty. The thought of having to submit to such a savage and fearsome figure filled Bai Chenxiang with helplessness and despair.
She knew that she and the handsome young man before her were destined to never cross paths.
Bai Chenxiang, with her long, elegant legs, slowly approached Huo Yuhao. She tried to suppress the turmoil within her heart and attempted to ask in a calm tone, "Excuse me, do you know anything about the Saint of your Spirit Hall?"
Suddenly, Huo Yuhao reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace. Bai Chenxiang's heart nearly leaped out of her chest. Instinctively, she wanted to push away the unexpected hug. But under Huo Yuhao's deep and ardent gaze, Bai Chenxiang felt as if she were being burned by an invisible flame. All the strength in her body seemed to drain away instantly, and she collapsed limply into his arms.
She could only watch helplessly as Huo Yuhao's face drew closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer in her eyes, every detail appearing so perfect.
Bai Chenxiang slowly closed her eyes, feeling her lips enveloped by a gentle touch. Huo Yuhao's lips lightly brushed against hers, a sensation both unfamiliar and intoxicating.
Bai Chenxiang's cheeks flushed involuntarily, her heart raced, and an emotion she had never experienced before surged within her. At this moment, she felt as if she were in a dreamlike world, everything around her becoming blurred, only Huo Yuhao's presence was so real and intense.
Bai Chenxiang, an innocent young girl, was no match for Huo Yuhao's advances. In no time, she gave up all resistance and collapsed into Huo Yuhao's arms, letting him pry open her teeth and gently suck on her tongue.
However, amidst this chaotic emotional vortex, Bai Chenxiang still maintained a sliver of clarity deep within her heart. She clearly remembered that her purpose in coming here was to save her people. For the future of the Min clan, she had to submit to the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall; this was the heavy mission she shouldered.
However, reality was completely different from her original intention. She was embraced tightly by this strange boy, their lips touching. It was simply an absurd dream.
Huo Yuhao's breath was as hot as flames, and his passion swept over her like a storm, making Bai Chenxiang feel as if she were bound by an invisible force, completely unable to resist. Bai Chenxiang couldn't help but wonder, could this boy be the legendary succubus? Why did she instantly lose all power to resist after being kissed by him?
Her heart was filled with contradictions and struggles. On one hand, there was a sense of responsibility towards her people, and on the other hand, there was this sudden and irresistible emotional shock. Bai Chenxiang felt her heart racing and her breathing becoming rapid. She even began to doubt whether she really wanted to break free from this unexpected tenderness.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and Huo Yuhao's demands seemed endless. But eventually, he slowly slowed his movements, and his breathing gradually became steady and deep. Bai Chenxiang seized this opportunity, gently parting her lips, trying to break free from this suffocating intimacy. However, as she did so, a silver thread pulled apart between their lips.
Bai Chenxiang's cheeks, already flushed with shyness, were now burning hot and vibrant, as if scorched by fire. She looked at the boy before her with a complex expression, her heart filled with confusion and anger. She gently reached out her fingers, wanting to pinch the cheek of the boy who had driven her mad, but ultimately hesitated. She was afraid she would actually hurt him, so she only touched him lightly and symbolically, without applying any force.
At this moment, Bai Chenxiang's heart was filled with contradictions. She knew she had to stay true to her original intentions and not be swayed by this sudden feeling. But at the same time, she also felt an unprecedented emotional fluctuation, a feeling that both frightened and intrigued her. She didn't know how to deal with this complex emotion.
The rain gradually intensified, turning into a downpour. Bai Chenxiang anxiously looked at the sleeping Huo Yuhao, wanting to carry him inside to prevent him from getting wet. However, she herself felt utterly weak, as if all her strength had drained from her body.
Huo Yuhao seemed unaware of Bai Chenxiang's predicament. His hand unconsciously groped Bai Chenxiang's chest, which made Bai Chenxiang feel both angry and helpless.
Bai Chenxiang angrily let go, almost throwing Huo Yuhao onto the wet eaves. But when she saw the rain relentlessly soaking the eaves, her heart softened. She couldn't help but complain, "I must have owed you something in my past life!" After saying that, she bit Huo Yuhao's lip hard, as if that could vent her dissatisfaction and helplessness. Then, she mustered her last bit of strength and tried to lift Huo Yuhao up.
Just as Bai Chenxiang exerted all her strength, she suddenly felt a powerful surge of soul power within her body, a power that shocked her. Immediately afterward, an invisible protective shield formed around her, completely enveloping her and Huo Yuhao, keeping the rain out and preventing it from reaching them.
Bai Chenxiang raised her head, her gaze piercing through the rain to look ahead. In her line of sight, a tall, handsome young man had appeared. His face was striking, and his brows exuded an extraordinary air.
The young man approached slowly, his eyes filled with concern and warmth. He said softly to Bai Chenxiang, "Little friend, I'll be troubling you to take care of my Yuhao tonight..."