Time flies like a shuttle, swift as an arrow, and another year passed.
In the small courtyard of the White Tiger Duke’s Mansion’s woodshed.
“Cultivation isn’t for winning fights, nor is it for gaining praise from girls.
It’s about using cultivation to achieve physical and mental health, to make life more fulfilling and meaningful.”
“Becoming stronger isn’t about defeating others, but about overcoming oneself.
If one loses oneself because of others’ power or one’s own, then one can never truly mature.”
Little Yuhao, sitting on a small stool, blinked his eyes, half-understanding, half-confused.
Baili Du smiled at him and said, “You must be wondering why I’m not teaching you to Cultivate, but instead teaching you these things that seem rather useless.”
Little Yuhao hesitated for a moment before nodding silently.
Over the past year, Baili Du had not taken him to obtain a spirit ring.
Instead, he had imparted a great deal of knowledge, told many stories, taken him to a few fun places, taught him a Cultivation Technique called the ‘Lingbing Jue’ (Spirit Ice Formula), and then let him control his spirit power on his own at night, groping his way through cultivation.
To be honest, although listening to Baili Du’s lessons wasn’t particularly boring, the fact that his spirit power showed no signs of a Breakthrough still caused some anxiety in little Huo Yuhao’s heart.
Obtaining a spirit ring meant he could become a true Spirit Master, gain powerful strength, and seek justice for himself and his mother!
“You must always remember one thing: Cultivate the heart before cultivating the Dao,” Baili Du said calmly.
“If you don’t have a proper understanding of your own power, then in the future, when you become strong, you will only betray the power you possess and bring disaster to this World.”
His words were very earnest, as if he wasn’t just speaking to Huo Yuhao, but also to his former self.
Huo Yuhao looked at his small hands in confusion; he didn’t understand the meaning of these words.
Truth be told, such principles were difficult not just for a six-year-old child like him—how many adults could truly comprehend them?
“It’s fine if you can’t comprehend it now.
Just remember it first.
When the time comes, you’ll naturally understand.
Now, let me tell you about the historical Spirit Hall and Tang Sect, and of course, the Rakshasa God and the Angel God.”
Little Yuhao immediately sat up straight and proper.
He knew Uncle Baili Du’s knowledge was incredibly vast, truly encompassing astronomy above and geography below, well-versed in both ancient and modern times.
Children, after all, always love listening to stories.
“The Spirit Hall was founded nearly twenty thousand years ago, established by the first generation Angel God, with the purpose of…”
“As for this Tang Sect, it was founded by that Sea God, Tang San.
I believe your mother has told you many stories about him, so I won’t elaborate further.
The establishment of the Tang Sect was for…”
After Baili Du finished his narration, little Yuhao wore a pensive expression.
Seeing his look, a hint of satisfaction flashed in Baili Du’s eyes.
He could naturally tell that this Little fellow had already committed everything he said to heart.
“In your view, for the entire continent and its common people, which played a greater role: the Tang Sect or the Spirit Hall?”
Without hesitation, little Yuhao said loudly, “The Spirit Hall!”
“Why?”
“Because they provided free Spirit Awakenings for commoners and gave subsidies to Spirit Masters.
But the Tang Sect sold those Hidden Weapons to nobles and Spirit Masters, contributing virtually nothing meaningful to humanity’s development.”
Baili Du nodded silently.
“Then, in your opinion, why did both the Tang Sect and the Spirit Hall exit the stage of history?”
This question stumped Huo Yuhao; for a moment, he didn’t know how to answer.
Baili Du just smiled.
“Your Innate talent is the same as that of the former Angel God, Qian Renxue: both are Innate level twenty.
But you’ve seen what her outcome was.”
“I’m not saying what Qian Renxue did was wrong; she just lost.
Because she lost, the history of the Douluo Continent judged her as wrong.
Along with that, all the contributions the Spirit Hall made for humanity were completely negated.”
“Justice lies in the hearts of the people.
Whoever treats the people well will naturally win their hearts.
What the Tang Sect did was never about fairness or justice to begin with; its development held little significance for society, so it was naturally crushed beneath the wheels of history.”
Baili Du firmly believed that in this era, without Huo Yuhao, the Tang Sect could never rise again!
Just like the Shrek Academy and Tang Sect ten thousand years later—superficially, they were destroyed by the Holy Spirit Cult’s Level-twelve God-Slaying Artillery Shell.
But in reality, it was a joint effort by the upper echelons of the Douluo Federation, the Spirit Pagoda, the War God Temple, and others, who spared no cost to ensure their destruction.
Shrek Academy and the Tang Sect deserved to be eliminated from the stage of history.
Let the Spirit Ice Douluo Huo Yuhao, hailed as the ‘Lord of the Tang Sect and Shrek’s Resurgence,’ drive the final nail into their coffins!
Little Yuhao nodded thoughtfully.
“Uncle Baili, are you telling me that in this World, there’s no such thing as absolute good or evil?
That the side that loses is the evil one?”
Baili Du gave an approving slight nod.
“Very good!
Once you understand this point, you can dialectically view all things in the World.”
Truly worthy of being myself!
I can’t help but admire my own cleverness.
Before Baili Du could continue his explanation, an extremely unpleasant dog-like barking came from the doorway.
“You bastards, are you blind?
Don’t you know the young master has returned?
Get out here and greet him now!”
The dilapidated woodshed door was kicked to pieces.
From the doorway, one could see eight strong, burly White Tiger Pro Guards, each with a white tiger emblem embroidered on their chests, standing on either side of the passageway—clearly very loyal lackeys.
Huo Yuhao looked towards the door.
He had almost forgotten: the Duke’s Mansion required servants to kneel on one knee on both sides of the path to greet masters like Dai Huabin or Dai Yueheng when they returned.
No matter where you are, people are divided into classes…
And today, with Baili Du guiding his cultivation all along, he had naturally forgotten such matters.
Of course, to be precise, after meeting Baili Du, Huo Yuhao had never done such a thing a second time.
Baili Du had taught him: a person should not have arrogance, but must not lack backbone; one must live with self-respect and pride.
These words had been firmly engraved in little Huo Yuhao’s mind.
A young man in luxurious robes embroidered with white python patterns had just arrived at the woodshed entrance.
One could see his features were extremely handsome, with double pupils in his eyes.
His entire demeanor exuded a lofty, imposing nobility, his gaze cold and severe.
“Hmm?” The splendidly dressed young master stopped, casting a disdainful glance into the woodshed.
“No sense of propriety at all…
Beat them.”
After saying this, he quickly walked away as if afraid of dirtying his eyes.
Immediately, four of the eight White Tiger Pro Guards lunged into the woodshed, their expressions fierce, as if they bore some irreconcilable hatred towards Huo Yuhao.
Baili Du shook his head with a smile, then patted Huo Yuhao’s shoulder.
“The use of power isn’t just about overcoming oneself; more importantly, it’s about protecting oneself.”
“Go on, Yuhao.
Let them see your power!”
Little Huo Yuhao hesitated for a moment, then immediately became resolute, nodding heavily.
“…Come on!”
Thick spirit power surged around him.
Little Yuhao’s small body grew slightly taller.
His hands transformed into sharp, blue dragon claws.
Four pairs—eight—of deep blue dragon wings unfurled from his back.
That illusory, thick dragon tail lashed about somewhat violently behind him.
Especially his eyes, which had transformed into turquoise-gold vertical pupils, emitting an indescribably terrifying pressure.
Deep blue water light and dark purple lightning snakes danced along his dragon claws.
With a casual swipe, a purple light cut through the air, carrying a scorched smell.
The four White Tiger Pro Guards who had charged in immediately felt a paralyzing sensation, momentarily unable to move where they stood.
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