Chapter 152

"Understood, I'll be careful."

Di Tian pondered for a moment, then nodded.

As the Federation's Deputy Speaker and War God Hall Master, Chen Xinjie was, in everyone's eyes, a staunch supporter of the Federation.

According to the other party's consistent course of action, as long as the Spirit Pagoda didn't overstep, the two sides wouldn't clash.

But with the Sea God Bloodline identity, everything became an unknown variable. Since Huo Yuhao had reminded him of this matter, he clearly also had reservations about Chen Xinjie's identity.

Seeing Di Tian's expression of comprehension, Huo Yuhao fell silent for a moment.

What I'm worried about might not be quite the same as you.

Since the Light Dark Douluo still rushed the Spirit Pagoda, a certain Heavenly Battle Douluo must have run his mouth again, right?

This also indirectly explains that Chen Xinjie and Long Yeyue had a past...

Huo Yuhao shook off his thoughts and stopped thinking about this matter.

Compared to Chen Xinjie's stance, those three God-Killing Grade Soul Cannon Shells are more important.

Although the God-Killing Grade Soul Cannon Shells failed to kill gods, Huo Yuhao would never underestimate these ultimate weapons of the Federation.

The Super Douluo and Titled Douluo of Shrek and the Tang Sect within the explosion range of the God-Killing Grade Soul Cannon Shells were basically all dead, let alone existences below the Titled level, various sub-occupations, and technical talents. Shrek Academy was only able to preserve some seeds at the cost of Yun Ming staking his Demigod Position and the Golden Tree's demise.

A God-Killing Grade Soul Cannon Shell exploding in a city brings catastrophic disaster, causing deaths in the millions or tens of millions. Once stolen and used by the Holy Spirit Cult, no one can bear the responsibility.

The value of this kind of weapon lies in using it when confronting the Abyssal Plane and Continental crises; using it inside the Federation is wrong to begin with.

Moreover, with his methods, he can completely extract the Metal Source inside the God-Killing Grade Soul Cannon Shells to remanufacture them, or forge them into other weapons...

Thinking of this, Huo Yuhao said:

"Regarding the War God Hall's interior, I have some old acquaintances. Although they cannot participate in the War God Hall's decision-making, they should be able to play a certain role in the protection of the God-Killing Grade Soul Cannon Shells. If there are reservations about direct intervention... you can arrange for me to meet with them."

"Old acquaintances?" Di Tian was startled, then recalled for a moment, narrowing his eyes.

"So that's how it is. Several thousand years ago, it was you who arranged for them to join the War God Hall."

"Just happened to run into them by chance, pointed them toward a clear path." Huo Yuhao laughed.

Although because of the Heavenly Tribulation he dared not act too much, finding a strange team and conveniently pointing the way was still no problem.

A transaction, mutual benefit.

Di Tian looked deeply at Huo Yuhao, a pensive look flashing in his golden vertical pupils.

He had originally thought Huo Yuhao had also fallen from the God Realm, but now it seems that's not the case.

Then how has he survived these ten thousand years? Compared to ascending to godhood and falling down, not becoming a god yet living ten thousand years seems even more absurd...

"Aren't you going to see her?"

Huo Yuhao's question brought Di Tian back from his thoughts, and he looked toward the mansion behind him.

"No need. I came today for you; just let the Master rest easy."

After finishing his talk with Di Tian, Huo Yuhao returned to his room, pushed open the door, and a wave of crisp chill rushed at his face. His gaze shifted slightly, his line of sight falling on the left side—

Moonlight passed through the window lattice, casting mottled light and shadow on the wooden floor.

The Snow Empress's Divine Sense, clad in a plain white long dress, stood quietly by the window. Her silver-blue long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the tips faintly glowing with an icy crystalline luster.

"No need to worry, I can handle ordinary troubles for you. Ordinary gods' Divine Sense fragments are no match for me."

"... Was my behavior that obvious before?" Huo Yuhao smiled wryly.

The Snow Empress's beautiful eyes looked at him, "Your action of preparing to play your trump card early is right there; how could I not see it? If there is hardship in your heart, just tell me."

Huo Yuhao walked to the Snow Empress's side, and together with her, looked at the scenery outside the window.

"It doesn't count as hardship; after all, I was mentally prepared long ago."

Hearing this, the Snow Empress's eyes flickered slightly, "You said this place is home, right? Then rely on me a bit more..."

Huo Yuhao suddenly reached out, gently grasping the Snow Empress's slightly cool palm.

"Where family is, that is naturally home. You've reminded me many times; when the time comes, I naturally won't bear it alone. Haven't you had enough trouble from me these past two years?"

The Snow Empress's movement paused, a trace of ripple appearing on her face, her brows and eyes softening, "Mhm."

Morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, gently falling on the kitchen's wooden floor. Huo Yuhao, wearing a dark blue apron, was intently stirring the spirit rice porridge in the clay pot, a faint fresh fragrance slowly permeating the kitchen.

Gu Yue Na stepped on the soft carpet, silver hair casually draped over her shoulders, bleary-eyed from sleep, leaning against the doorframe, watching the kitchen scene, a shallow smile on her lips.

"Awake?" Huo Yuhao didn't turn his head, "Wait just a moment."

Gu Yue Na softly hummed in acknowledgment, walked behind him, craned her neck to look at the food in the pot, her voice carrying the laziness of just waking up, "Smells good."

Only then did Huo Yuhao turn his head to look at her. Seeing she was still wearing pajamas, he raised an eyebrow, "You seem much more at ease here."

"I used to live here all the time." Gu Yue Na's purple eyes stared at the rice porridge, "Not long after waking up, I started living here. Bi Ji and the others sometimes come too. This place makes me more relaxed."

"Is that so?"

Huo Yuhao nodded thoughtfully, saying gently, "Alright, go freshen up first and get dressed. Breakfast will be ready soon. Teacher Li will arrange a hover car to take us to the Mecha Master Association."

"Mhm."

Gu Yue Na nodded, turned and walked toward her room. A moment later, she had changed into a simple white dress, silver hair falling smoothly on her shoulders. She sat quietly by the dining table, chin resting on one hand, her gaze quietly following the busy figure in the kitchen, immersed in the warm atmosphere.

Ten-odd minutes later, in the morning light, the two of them, having finished breakfast, jumped onto the hover car one after another, speeding off in the direction of the Mecha Master Association Headquarters.

Mecha Master Association Headquarters, the towering silver-gray building complex glittered with a cold metallic luster in the morning light. A massive holographic projection floated above the Association Headquarters' iconic spherical main tower, continuously scrolling the latest mecha demonstration footage.

The hover car slowly landed in the central plaza parking area. Huo Yuhao and Gu Yue Na got off the car and entered the Mecha Master Association. Countless astonished gazes instantly shot toward them.

Gu Yue Na wore a white dress, silver hair like a waterfall, a faint halo shimmering in the sunlight. Her whole person was like a spirit walked out of a painting scroll.

The two ignored those gazes and searched for Li Yucheng's figure, finally discovering him in the southeast direction.

Beside him were two other figures, one old and one young.

"President Li, you haven't come to report for duty in these two years. How come you have time to come over today? Didn't you throw the work to Xia Haoxuan? Are you worried?"

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