Chapter 211: No Longer the Son of Luck, Only a Fugitive
Relying on the mutated Xuantian Gong and his second-awakened martial soul, Huo Yuhao swiftly drained the soul power and vitality of the nearby supervisor, leaving behind only a shriveled corpse.
If Huo Yuhao were still the Son of Luck, this would have been the start of a miracle. Supervisors would have charged at him one by one like the gourd babies saving their grandfather—each posing a challenge that pushed him further while conveniently stopping just short of killing him.
But he was no longer blessed by fortune.
His destiny had been stripped away by Xiao Qiang. Luck had been reduced to the level of an ordinary soul master. His miraculous second awakening had only occurred due to a convergence of despair, his unyielding will, and the unique fusion of the Xuantian Gong and martial soul.
But that was a one-time miracle. Fate would no longer coddle him.
When the other plantation supervisors witnessed their colleague reduced to a husk by Huo Yuhao's hand, none of them rushed in like sacrificial fodder. They didn't give him convenient opportunities for power-ups. No, they reacted like any trained force would in the face of an evil soul master.
The moment they realized what Huo Yuhao had become, the lead supervisor leapt back, raised a signal flare, and fired it into the sky.
Within minutes, a full squad arrived—one Soul Saint, three Soul Emperors, and eleven Soul Kings—charging directly toward Huo Yuhao's location.
Had they rushed him recklessly, Huo Yuhao might have stood a chance. After all, the powers of an evil soul master were strange and formidable, especially when underleveled. Surpassing enemies by one or two soul rings wasn't unusual.
But Huo Yuhao was no longer a protagonist blessed by plot armor. His enemies were no longer appropriately scaled obstacles. The Soul Saint leading the unit took one glance at the ragged youth standing over a corpse and gave his order without hesitation:
"Fire! Fire at full force! Eliminate him, even if we must raze this entire field!"
The soldiers, trained and disciplined, raised their soul cannons without pause and unleashed a devastating volley under the command of the Chess Soul Saint.
Huo Yuhao prepared to fight to the death.
But the pain in his leg—shattered long ago by Meng Hongchen—returned with a vengeance. He couldn't even stand straight, let alone dodge. His eye-type martial spirit allowed him to perceive the incoming barrage in slow motion, but knowing what was coming didn't mean he could avoid it.
A round of cannon fire ripped through the air, one blast tearing through his right arm, sending him tumbling into the churned-up earth.
When the smoke cleared, the field was scorched beyond recognition. The soil had been overturned so violently that even the body of the drained supervisor was obliterated. All that remained of Huo Yuhao was a scattering of blood, a few shattered fragments of bone, and the torn remnants of a right arm.
"Target eliminated. Impose martial law and search the perimeter in case of any anomalies. Everyone else, return to your posts!"
"Yes, sir!"
But even amid the carnage, Huo Yuhao wasn't dead.
Buried deep within the soil, he clung to life—barely.
Thanks to the invincible golden body soul bone he had acquired back when he was the Son of Luck, he survived the onslaught. Combined with the illusion and concealment capabilities of his mutated simulated soul skill, he had managed to fake his death—just barely.
But it was no triumph.
His right arm was gone. His soul power was dangerously depleted. And the overwhelming scent of blood from his wounds would soon draw attention. Even with his training from Shrek Academy, which kept his mind steady under pressure, Huo Yuhao knew he was only delaying the inevitable.
I must hide… conceal the scent… somewhere the blood won't be noticed… anywhere!
His thoughts churned with desperation as his battered body clung to a sliver of life.
At the same time, in the capital of the Sun Moon Empire—within the 'Ordinary Hotel'…
"Ordinary Alliance? Ordinary Hotel? Who names a powerful organization like that?" Xiao Qiang muttered with a frown.
A beautiful maid stepped forward to explain with a soft smile. "Compared to our master and the nobles we serve, we are just ordinary people. That's why we call ourselves the Ordinary Alliance and run the Ordinary Hotel."
"Really?" Xiao Qiang snorted lightly. "You're telling me people as valuable as you are just ordinary?"
Xiao Qiang's formidable mental power allowed him to recall everything he had read in his past life with ease. He knew exactly what the Ordinary Alliance was about.
Though not elaborated in great detail in Tang Jia San Shao's works, the Ordinary Alliance had been one of the three final contenders in the Soul Tool Tournament. The other two were the Ao Du Chamber of Commerce, backed by the Sun Moon military, and the Xishui Alliance, secretly supported by the imperial family—and where Huo Yuhao had once stood.
For the Ordinary Alliance to hold its own against such giants spoke volumes about its hidden strength.
"Your Excellency jests," the maid said modestly. "We only exist thanks to the grace of powerful patrons. Compared to them, we are merely a gathering of weak women scraping by."
"I'll pretend I believe that," Xiao Qiang said with a smile. "Now call your leader—Shangguan Weier. I want to speak with her."
"This… Your Excellency, our leader is very busy, and may not be available right—"
Before she could finish, Xiao Qiang raised his hand. Nine soul rings flared around him—two yellow, two purple, and five black. The aura of a disguised Titled Douluo surged forth.
"Does she have time now?"
The maid paled. "Of course. My apologies for the delay. I will inform the leader at once. In the meantime, please allow us to escort you to a VIP room."
"Lead the way."
A more elegant maid than the first soon arrived and offered a deep curtsy. "I am Liu Yeqing. It is my honor to serve Your Excellency. Please follow me."
Xiao Qiang raised an eyebrow. "The Ordinary Alliance certainly lives up to its reputation as the faction with the most beauties. Even your maids are on par with Jiang Nannan, Shrek's campus belle."
"You honor me, sir," Liu Yeqing said modestly. "I dare not compare myself to someone of her stature."
"There's nothing wrong with comparison. In terms of looks, you definitely match her."
As they conversed, Liu Yeqing led him through opulent hallways into a luxuriously decorated room. The floors were paved with rare metals, and dozens of exquisitely dressed women—each rivaling Liu Yeqing in beauty—stood quietly within.
It was a display of elegance and charm worthy of a royal banquet.
"Impressive. This truly is the alliance with the most beauties," Xiao Qiang said. Then he frowned. "But didn't you say I'd be waiting here a while? Where's the sofa? For a place this luxurious, surely a couch isn't too much to ask?"
"My lord," Liu Yeqing said with a soft laugh, "you're new to the Ordinary Alliance, so you may not know—here, there is nothing that cannot be replaced with a beauty."
Xiao Qiang: "…"