A Father's Power Transmission

As soon as he finished Body Tempering, Yu Xiaogang hurried to the Sect Leader's room and knocked.

"Come in." Yu Yuanzhen's gruff voice came from inside.

Yu Xiaogang opened the door and found his father sitting cross-legged in cultivation. Yu Yuanzhen frowned. "Xiao Gang, what is it this time?"

"Father, Yu Xiaoke hit me when I went to collect my resources today. Everyone else laughed at me and called me useless. You have to stand up for me and teach them a lesson," Yu Xiaogang said miserably.

"I know," Yu Yuanzhen said impatiently.

Yu Xiaogang put on a pitiful voice. "And Father, is my Talent really that bad? It's been three years, and I've gained only one level a year—one level as a Spirit Warrior, at that. Do you think I'll ever become a Soul Master?"

Yu Yuanzhen said nothing.

Yu Xiaogang broke down in tears. "Dad, if I can't become a Soul Master, I might as well die."

"Tell me how many portions of resources you want next month," Yu Yuanzhen said bluntly.

"Five, Father. With five portions, I'm confident I can reach Level Four in a few months," Yu Xiaogang said.

Yu Yuanzhen held back his anger. "So you want the clan to spend five Core Disciples' worth of resources to raise you from Level Three to Level Four?"

"Father, you're the Sect Leader. You decide how the clan's resources are used. Why wouldn't that be possible?" Yu Xiaogang replied as if it were obvious.

"I am the Sect Leader, but that doesn't mean I can do whatever I please!" Yu Yuanzhen snapped. "When you reach Level Eight, will you expect the clan to give you eight Core Disciples' worth of resources every month? And if you become a Soul Master, will it have to spend ten portions to support your growth?"

"That's not what I meant." It was exactly what Yu Xiaogang had been thinking, but he heard the change in his father's tone and hastily denied it.

"That is what you meant. Has it never occurred to you that even tonics can't be taken every day? Too much can do more harm than good." Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath and forced down his anger.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes reddened. "What else am I supposed to do? It's been three whole years, and I'm only Level Three! The clan has mocked me for three years, but I refuse to accept it. I will become a Soul Master. I have to. If I'm going to spend my whole life as an ordinary person, getting nowhere, then I, Yu Xiaogang, might as well jump into Thunderclap Gorge and die!"

"You want to become a Soul Master?" Yu Yuanzhen rose and walked up to him. "Remember what I told you three years ago? Don't fixate on your Soul Power Level. These three years were meant to strengthen your Physique and build your foundation. Xiao Gang, why can't you be patient?"

"My Martial Soul should be the Golden Sacred Dragon! What the hell is Luo Sanpao? Three years, and I've only gained three levels. The clan has laughed at me for three whole years. Why should I be patient? Why should I—"

Yu Yuanzhen seized Yu Xiaogang's wrist, squeezed it, and sent a thread of Soul Power into him.

"What are you doing? Ow!" The force of Yu Yuanzhen's Soul Power entering his body hurt.

"After all the resources you've used these past three years, your body has improved this little?" Yu Yuanzhen could hardly believe it.

Yu Yuanzhen sighed. "Fine, Xiao Gang. You wanted to know why I had you practice Body Tempering for three years, didn't you?"

He pointed to the cushion. "Sit there."

Though puzzled, Yu Xiaogang did as his father asked. Yu Yuanzhen sat behind him, circulated his Soul Power, and pressed a hand to his back. "I'll channel Soul Power into your meridians. Start cultivating and absorb as much as you can."

Yu Xiaogang immediately understood. His gloom vanished, and he eagerly began circulating his Meditation Method to cultivate Soul Power.

Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Xiaogang were worlds apart in Talent. Yu Yuanzhen was also a Level 93 Titled Douluo. With his father's Power Transmission, Yu Xiaogang cultivated Soul Power at more than ten times his former speed.

By morning, Yu Xiaogang had made remarkable progress. He had started at late Level Three, but with his father's help, he reached its very peak. He was a hair's breadth from becoming a Level Four Spirit Warrior. What terrifying progress. What a cause for celebration.

Yu Xiaogang was lost in the wonderful feeling of cultivation. Then his father withdrew his hand, and his progress stopped as abruptly as if he had hit a wall.

"Father, why did you stop? I'm right on the verge of Level Four," Yu Xiaogang asked.

"It's morning already, in case you hadn't noticed," Yu Yuanzhen said wearily. "As the head of the clan, I have work to do. Come to me at eight every evening. I'll spend two hours helping you cultivate through Power Transmission."

"Two hours isn't enough, Father. Make it at least four. Don't worry about me—I can keep going," Yu Xiaogang complained.

"You—" Yu Yuanzhen was so angry he could not find the words. "You little bastard. Get out!"

Yu Yuanzhen threw him out.

Yu Yuanzhen stared after him, questioning everything. Over the course of the night, he had converted twenty percent of his Soul Power to help Yu Xiaogang cultivate and break through. Twenty percent might not sound like much, but it was twenty percent of a Titled Douluo's Soul Power. Yet the boy's Talent was so dreadful it was painful to watch. He had wasted 99.9999999% of that Soul Power, absorbing only the tiniest fraction. After an entire night, he still had not reached Level Four?

"Ah... Was I right to make this choice?"

And so it went, day after day. Yu Xiaogang sought out his father for Power Transmission every evening, and his Soul Power Level advanced considerably. Where he had once gained one level a year, he could now proudly say that gaining four or five levels a year was no problem.

Divine Realm, Eternal Temple

Watching this, Huo Yuhao suddenly understood. "So that's where Gangzi's Soul Power Level came from."

He smirked. "The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan sure is lucky to have a Great Treasure like you."

Then something else drew Huo Yuhao's attention away from Yu Xiaogang: Tang Hao had emerged from the City of Slaughter.

"So Shura God should be making his move," Huo Yuhao said, looking toward the Shura God Temple.

Shura God Temple

Shura God's gaze pierced time and space and settled on his Inheritance Ground on Douluo Continent. Few beings on that vast land were worth his attention. But he had kept his eyes on Tang Hao throughout his trials in the City of Slaughter.

Five years had passed—only five days in the Divine Realm. Tang Hao had completed the City of Slaughter's final trial and set foot on Hell's Path.

Shura God nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Not bad at all. He has something of Tang Chen about him. He's qualified to protect my Great Treasure."

The moment Tang Hao emerged from Hell's Path, Shura God flicked a finger. The Divine Slaughter's Domain became a streak of light and merged with Tang Hao. To ensure his Great Treasure could grow up safely, Shura God also placed a trace of his divine consciousness within the domain.