Xiao Gang Intimidates Yu Yuanzhen

Xiao Gang Intimidates Yu Yuanzhen

"Even a useless soul master has a place where he can prove his value. Like us, the Clear Sky Sect also produced a useless person—the Sect Leader's daughter, Tang Yuehua. She only has level 9 Soul Power for life, yet the businesses she runs bring considerable profits to the Clear Sky Sect every year. Now look at our Yu Xiaogang. What has he contributed to our clan?"

"The facts have proven that Yu Xiaogang is nothing but mud that can't be plastered onto a wall. All the resources spent on him over the years have been squandered by this pig. The outcome of this elders' meeting must put an end to Yu Xiaogang's unrestrained waste of resources. Trash should have a trash's place. Starting today, Yu Xiaogang will be stripped of his status as a Core Disciple, Yu Xiaomen will be established as the Young Sect Leader, and Yu Xiaogang will no longer receive any cultivation resources. From now on, he will handle the clan's miscellaneous affairs as a menial disciple."

Faced with Yu Luomian's relentless questioning, Yu Yuanzhen had no way to refute him, because what Yu Luomian said was the truth.

This time, Yu Yuanzhen did not use his authority as Sect Leader to veto the proposal. He merely waved his hand. "I understand. Handle it according to the elders' meeting's decision."

Suddenly, Yu Yuanzhen heard the sound of someone running away from behind the door.

He hurriedly opened the door and looked outside, only to see Yu Xiaogang's retreating figure as he ran away, wiping away tears and snot.

Yu Xiaogang ran all the way back to his room. Along the way, members and servants of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan stopped to watch the fleeing Flat-top.

"Isn't that Yu Xiaogang? He's crying again. Don't tell me he got bullied again and went looking for his Dad?"

"Judging by the direction he came from, something must have happened at the Council Hall that he couldn't accept."

Yu Xiaoke sneered. "You don't know, do you? If not for his Sect Leader Dad blocking them, the elders would have stripped that trash of his Core Disciple status long ago. Looks like even his father doesn't want to stop them anymore."

Yu Xiaozhu said mockingly, "And he calls himself the Golden Sacred Dragon? If Yu Xiaogang's pig can evolve into a Golden Sacred Dragon, I'll eat shit upside down."

Yu Xiaoren jeered, "When this kind of trash runs into a problem, he either cries, runs away, or looks for his parents. He's also incredibly wasteful, using up the resources of three Core Disciples all by himself. I really don't know why the clan keeps such a lump of trash around. If I were Sect Leader, I'd have kicked him out of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan long ago and let him fend for himself."

After dealing with the tedious affairs, Yu Yuanzhen arrived outside Yu Xiaogang's door with a complicated expression. He opened it, and the room was pitch-black.

Yu Yuanzhen stood where the light fell, his gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on the Flat-top curled up in the corner, wriggling like a maggot.

At the sight, Yu Yuanzhen's anger flared. "Yu Xiaogang, get out here."

Yu Xiaogang's delicate body trembled. He hurriedly rose from the darkness and walked before Yu Yuanzhen.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at his father. "Dad, I heard everything. What does it mean that level 29 is the limit of my life?"

Yu Yuanzhen drew a deep breath. "There are some things you truly need to face now. This world has never been fair. Everyone is born with a limit, and that limit determines their ultimate achievements. Your Innate Soul Power was recorded as level 0.5, but that was merely a number meant to comfort people. If you had been born into an ordinary family, you would never have become a soul master in your life. The clan's no-expense-spared support over the years, along with my Power Transmission cultivation, allowed you to step into the realm of soul masters. But—level 29 is your limit. Even if I poured every resource of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan into you, even if I transmitted all my cultivated Soul Power to you, I still could not change the fact that you will never break through level 30 in this lifetime."

Yu Yuanzhen's words finally fell like the pronouncement before a condemned prisoner's execution.

"No—I don't believe it." Yu Xiaogang's eyes turned bloodshot.

"You need to learn to accept reality, Xiao Gang. At the very least, you're already a soul master, aren't you?" Yu Yuanzhen said earnestly.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly looked at his father with eyes full of hatred and roared furiously, "Father, you're the person I trust most. Even you are abandoning me? You also agreed to the elders' proposal to demote me to a menial disciple, while Yu Xiaomen gets elevated directly to Young Sect Leader?" At this point, when he thought of how he would become a useless menial while Yu Xiaomen stood high above him as the Young Sect Leader—then, after his father retired, the unquestioned Sect Leader of the clan—Yu Xiaogang felt deeply humiliated.

"Yu Xiaogang, you were given opportunities. You're the one who failed to live up to them. Stop blaming others all the time and look for the reasons within yourself. Do you know that every year, the elders' meetings repeatedly propose stripping you of your Core Disciple status? I withstood tremendous pressure to block them for you. If I weren't the clan's only Title Douluo, the seat under my ass would have been snatched away long ago."

"So—" Yu Xiaogang roared at his aging father, "you don't care about me at all. All you care about is the seat beneath your ass, isn't it?"

"You, you, you—" Yu Yuanzhen was so enraged that he could barely speak.

But Yu Xiaogang refused to let up, roaring at Yu Yuanzhen with spittle flying everywhere. "You want me to look for reasons within myself? What problem could I possibly have? My martial soul was supposed to be the Golden Sacred Dragon. Why? Tell me, why did I awaken a pig instead? But did I give up? No! Through two hundred times the effort of others, I cultivated to the peak of level 29. Looking through the entire history of the Douluo Continent, what piece of trash with Innate Soul Power of level 0.5 has ever cultivated to my current realm?"

"Why? Why can't the clan see my efforts? Why should I look for reasons within myself? Does the clan have no faults? Do you have no faults?" Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot, and saliva sprayed from his mouth.

And so, the thin Flat-top seized his burly old father and launched a barrage of heavy verbal blows, his spittle flying everywhere. In an instant, Yu Yuanzhen's face, hair, and lips were covered in the saliva Xiao Gang had sprayed at him.

Finally, Yu Xiaogang cried out at the top of his lungs, loudly enough for the entire clan to hear, "Level 29 is my limit? No! The clan wants me to become a menial disciple? Never! I'm telling you, Yu Yuanzhen, I, Yu Xiaogang, will definitely break through level 29 in this lifetime! I will surpass Soul Elder! I will stand at the peak of the continent! I will make the entire Douluo Continent sing praises of my great name, Yu Xiaogang, for all eternity! If the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan cannot solve the flaw in my martial soul, then I'll go elsewhere! I'll go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, to the Clear Sky Sect, to Spirit Hall! I believe there will always be a place that can solve the flaw in my martial soul. When that time comes, I will make all of you who look down on me and think I'm trash look up to me!"

With that, Yu Xiaogang turned and ran out. Yu Yuanzhen stood where he was with a dark expression, and only after a long while did he wipe the saliva from his face with his sleeve.

A set of footsteps sounded behind him. Without even turning around, Yu Yuanzhen knew who had returned. "What did you come back for?"

With a stiff expression, Xiao Gang held out his hand toward Yu Yuanzhen. "The Sect Token."