Soul Power, Level Three

Soul Power, Level Three

"Soul Power, level three."

"Level three? This trash only reached level three after cultivating for three years. What a joke."

"Mind you, this level three isn't the level three of a Soul Ancestor or Spirit King. It's level three as a Spirit Warrior—one level per year."

"Ugh, this trash has completely disgraced the family. The mighty Thunder Douluo, Yu Yuanzhen, actually fathered something like this."

"It's not that the Sect Leader is lacking; it's that this trash is lacking. Look at the Sect Leader's other son. Born to a concubine, yet he has the highest talent in our clan and is the most likely to break through to a title. After three years, he's already a level nineteen Spirit Master. At least he hasn't disgraced the Sect Leader."

"This guy doesn't even qualify as a Spirit Master. What gives him the nerve to claim Core Disciple resources? And three shares at that—three whole shares! If those resources were given to me, I'd have fucking become a Spirit King long ago."

"Exactly. Who told him to have the Sect Leader as his father?"

"If the Sect Leader weren't his father, trash like him would have been driven out of the clan long ago and left to fend for himself. How would he still have the chance to freeload in the clan?"

At the Resource Pavilion of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a Flat-top walked inside amid the mockery of everyone around him.

"Give me three shares of Core Disciple resources," Yu Xiaogang said.

The elder was displeased, but seeing the Sect Leader Token in Yu Xiaogang's hand, he had no choice. Helplessly, he handed over three shares of Core Disciple resources. Yu Xiaogang expressionlessly put the cultivation resources into his Soul Tool, then turned and left.

After Yu Xiaogang left, the elder muttered, "I really don't know what the Sect Leader is thinking. What value does he have to deserve such cultivation? Even if the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has ample resources, they can't be squandered like this."

After leaving the Resource Pavilion, Yu Xiaogang was met with another round of laughter.

"Well, well, isn't this our cousin Xiao Gang? Going to collect resources again? Three shares? That's quite a lot. Since we've seen them, shouldn't we get a share? How about giving some to us brothers?" Yu Xiaoke approached him head-on.

Yu Xiaogang hurriedly covered his Soul Tool. "No way. These are my cultivation resources. Don't forget what happened when you robbed my resources before. If you try to take them again, I'll tell my Dad and have him punish you."

Hearing this, a vicious glint flashed through Yu Xiaoke's eyes. He suddenly rushed in front of Yu Xiaogang and drove an elbow hard into his chest, knocking him to the ground.

"Ah—" Yu Xiaogang cried out in pain.

Yu Xiaomen immediately stepped out from the side, helped Yu Xiaogang up, and then reproached Yu Xiaoke, "How could you be so careless? You don't even watch where you're going and accidentally bumped into my brother. Hurry up and apologize."

Yu Xiaoke hurriedly apologized, "Cousin Xiao Gang, I'm really sorry. I accidentally bumped into you just now. Are you okay? I didn't do it on purpose."

Eyes red, Yu Xiaogang shook off the hypocritical Yu Xiaomen beside him. He got to his feet and pointed at Yu Xiaoke. "Bullshit! You did it on purpose. You deliberately elbowed me. Everyone around saw it. I'll definitely tell my father and have him punish you properly."

Yu Xiaoke asked the people around them, "Did you all see it? I accidentally bumped into Yu Xiaogang just now."

Yu Xiaozhu egged him on. "That's right, we all saw it. Yu Xiaogang deliberately rammed his body into your elbow."

Yu Xiaoren said, "Yu Xiaogang was the one who didn't watch where he was going and deliberately ran into someone's elbow."

"Yeah, yeah. He's cultivated for three years and this is all he's got? He falls over from the slightest touch. What a useless piece of trash."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes reddened as he clenched his fists tightly, glaring viciously at everyone laughing at him. "You... you... you..."

Everyone around him froze. Had Yu Xiaogang finally been bullied too badly and decided to fight them to the death? Although anyone present could easily crush Yu Xiaogang beneath their feet, he was still the biological son of Sect Leader Yu Yuanzhen. If they hurt him too badly, it would be difficult to explain. What if the brat ran off to complain again?

Just as everyone was caught in a dilemma, Yu Xiaogang suddenly covered his crying face with both hands, turned around, and ran away. Everyone present was stunned. So he ran away again?

That night.

"Damn it! Bastards!" Yu Xiaogang soaked in the expensive Body Tempering Potion, venting the resentment in his heart. Before he turned six, which clan disciple wouldn't respectfully address him as Young Master Xiaogang? Yu Xiaoke, Yu Xiaozhu, and Yu Xiaoren had bullied Yu Xiaomen every day to curry favor with him. Yet after the Spirit Awakening, everything had reversed.

To curry favor with that bastard Yu Xiaomen, they desperately bullied him and robbed him of his resources. Was this how much treatment could change because of the difference in talent? Why? Heavens, why? Why did you give that bastard Yu Xiaomen innate Soul Power of 9.5, while I, a Spirit Master of the Golden Sacred Dragon, degenerated into Three-Eyed Blazing Demon? Why—

"Ahhh—" As soon as his skin began to hurt slightly, Yu Xiaogang could no longer bear it and rose from the bathtub.

After resting for a long time, the Body Tempering Potion in the bathtub had lost part of its medicinal potency over time. Yu Xiaogang entered it again to soak. After about three rounds, he poured out that portion of Body Tempering Potion and replaced it with a fresh batch.

Ordinarily, others could soak in one batch of potion for two or three hours. But Yu Xiaogang's body was comparatively delicate, and he could not endure even a little pain. He would pour it out after only half an hour of Body Tempering. Others could absorb more than eighty percent of the medicinal potency, but because Yu Xiaogang was frail, he absorbed less than thirty percent.

The disadvantage in his physical condition filled Yu Xiaogang with despair. He had spent three months reaching level one; one year reaching level two; and a year and a half reaching level three. The further he cultivated, the harder it became to improve. His Soul Power increased even more slowly than a snail crawled.

This was only the Spirit Warrior stage. The higher the level, the slower advancement became. In the end, Yu Xiaogang was not even sure whether he could reach level ten and become a Spirit Master.

Thinking of that hopeless future, Yu Xiaogang's heart was filled with unwillingness. Gritting his teeth, he said, "No. I refuse to become an ordinary person. I must become a Spirit Master, a Soul Grandmaster, a Soul Elder, a Soul Ancestor. I must raise my strength at any cost. If one share of resources isn't enough, then two; if two aren't enough, then three; if three aren't enough, then four, five."

Seeing people his age reach the Spirit Master stage one after another and obtain their first Soul Ring while he became the trash everyone talked about, Yu Xiaogang's heart had long since become twisted. He did not care what happened to the clan. He only cared about himself, about how to cast off the label of trash.

"I'll go find Father later and ask for two more shares of resources next month. Otherwise, my level will still rise too slowly."