"Even a trash Soul Master has a place to play to their strengths. Just like us, the Clear Sky Sect also produced a trash—the Sect Leader's daughter, Tang Yuehua, who has only Level 9 Soul Power for her entire life. Yet the businesses she manages bring in a handsome profit for the Clear Sky Sect every year. Now look at our Yu Xiaogang; what has he contributed to our sect?"
"Facts have proven that Yu Xiaogang is simply a piece of mud that can't be plastered onto a wall. All the resources over so many years have been completely squandered by this pig. The result of this Elder Council meeting must put an end to Yu Xiaogang's behavior of recklessly wasting resources. Trash should have the place of trash. Starting today, strip Yu Xiaogang of his status as a core disciple, establish Yu Xiaomen as the sect's Young Sect Leader, and Yu Xiaogang will no longer enjoy any cultivation resources. From now on, he shall be responsible for sect chores in the capacity of a conscript disciple."
Faced with Yu Luomian's wave after wave of interrogation, Yu Yuanzhen had no way to retort because what Yu Luomian said was the truth.
This time, Yu Yuanzhen did not use the Sect Leader's authority to veto this motion, but instead waved his hand. "I know. Just carry it out according to the Elder Council's result."
Suddenly, Yu Yuanzhen heard the sound of running away coming from behind the door.
He quickly opened the door and looked outside, only to see the backing figure of Flat-top running away with a face full of snot and tears.
Yu Xiaogang ran along the way toward his room. Along the way, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Disciples and servants he passed all stopped to watch this running Flat-top.
"Isn't that Yu Xiaogang? Crying again. Could it be he was bullied again and went to find his dad?"
"Judging from the direction he ran out of, there must be something at the Council Hall that he couldn't accept."
Yu Xiaoke sneered and said, "You guys don't know this, but if it weren't for his Sect Leader dad shielding him, the Elder Council would have stripped this trash of his core disciple status long ago. Now it must be that his dad doesn't want to stop it anymore."
Yu Xiaozhu said sarcastically, "And to think he calls himself the Golden Sacred Dragon. If Yu Xiaogang's pig could evolve into the Golden Sacred Dragon, I'd eat shit doing a handstand."
Yu Xiaoren mocked, "Such trash, when encountering a problem, either cries, runs away, or looks for their parents, and they're crazy good at squandering. One person consumes the resources of three core disciples. I really don't know what the sect keeps this piece of trash for. If I were the Sect Leader,
I would have kicked him out of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan long ago and let him fend for himself."
After finishing the tedious affairs, Yu Yuanzhen came to Yu Xiaogang's room door with a complex expression on his face. He opened the door, and the interior was pitch black.
Yu Yuanzhen stood in the place illuminated by the light, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings, and finally fixed on Flat-top, who was curled up in a corner and writhing like a maggot.
Seeing this scene, Yu Yuanzhen's anger flared up. "Yu Xiaogang, get out here."
Yu Xiaogang's delicate body trembled, and he hurriedly stood up from the dark night, walking in front of Yu Yuanzhen.
He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at his father. "Dad, I heard it all. What does it mean that Level 29 is the upper limit of my life?"
Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath and said, "Some things are indeed what you have to face. This world has never been fair. Everyone is born with an upper limit of their own, and this line determines how much your ultimate achievement will be. Your innate Soul Power record is Level 0.5, but this is a comforting number. If you were born in an ordinary family, you wouldn't even be a Soul Master in this lifetime. The sect's sparing no expense to help you all these years, as well as my power transmission for your cultivation, allowed you to step into the field of Soul Masters. But—Level 29 is your upper limit. Even if I poured all the resources of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan onto you, and even if I transmitted all my cultivated Soul Power to you, it wouldn't change the fact that you can never break through Level 30 in your lifetime."
Yu Yuanzhen's sentence fell at last, like the verdict before a death row inmate's execution.
"No—I don't believe it," Yu Xiaogang said with bloodshot eyes.
"You have to learn to accept the facts, Xiao Gang. At least you are already a Soul Master, aren't you?" Yu Yuanzhen said earnestly.
Yu Xiaogang suddenly looked at his father with eyes full of hatred, and angrily roared at him, "Father, you are the person I trust the most, and even you are going to abandon me? You even agreed to the Elder Council's proposal to demote me to a conscript disciple, while that guy Yu Xiaomen gets directly promoted to Young Sect Leader?" Thinking of how he would only be a good-for-nothing conscript in the future, while Yu Xiaomen was the high-and-mighty Young Sect Leader who, after his father retired, would be the undisputed Sect Leader of the sect, Yu Xiaogang felt deep humiliation.
"Yu Xiaogang, the opportunity was already given to you. It's your own lack of grit; don't always blame others. You need to look for the reasons within yourself more often. Do you know? Every year, the Elder Council proposes to strip you of your core disciple status every few days. I withstood a lot of pressure and blocked it for you. If I weren't the only Titled Douluo in the sect, this position on my ass would have been taken away long ago."
"So—" Yu Xiaogang roared at his old father, "You don't care about me at all. What you always care about is just this position on your ass, right?"
"You, you, you, you—" Yu Yuanzhen was rendered speechless with anger.
Who would have thought Yu Xiaogang would press his advantage and roar right at Yu Yuanzhen with spit flying everywhere, "Make me look for the reasons within myself? What problems could I possibly have? My Martial Soul should have been the Golden Sacred Dragon. By what right—you tell me by what right it awakened a pig! But did I give up? No, I did. Relying on my own 200 times the effort, I cultivated to the realm of reaching Level 29. Looking throughout the history of the entire Douluo Continent, which trash with innate Level 0.5 could cultivate to this realm like me?"
"Why, why can't the sect see my efforts? By what right should I look for reasons within myself? Is there really no reason with the sect? Is there really no reason with you?" Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot as saliva flew from his mouth.
Just like that, the slender-built Flat-top grabbed his burly old father and launched heavy punches, outputting a barrage while spitting everywhere. In an instant, Yu Yuanzhen's face, hair, and lips were covered in the saliva that Xiao Gang had spattered about.
At the very, very end, with a voice that the entire sect could hear, Yu Xiaogang shrieked desperately, "Level 29 is my upper limit? No! The sect wants me to be a conscript disciple? Absolutely not! I'm telling you, Yu Yuanzhen, I, Yu Xiaogang, will definitely break through Level 29 in this lifetime. I will surpass Soul Elders, I will stand at the peak of the continent, and I will make the entire Douluo Continent sing praises of my great name, Yu Xiaogang, for all eternity! Since the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan cannot solve my Martial Soul flaw, then I'll go somewhere else. I'll go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I'll go to the Clear Sky Sect,
I'll go to Spirit Hall. I believe there is always a place that can solve my Martial Soul flaw. When that time comes, I will make all of you who looked down on me and thought I was trash look up at me."
After saying this, Yu Xiaogang turned around and ran out. Yu Yuanzhen stood in place with a gloomy face, and it was a long time before he used his sleeve to wipe the spit all over his face.
A burst of footsteps came from behind. Without turning around, Yu Yuanzhen knew who had come. "What are you back for again?"
Xiao Gang stretched out his hand toward Yu Yuanzhen with a stiff face. "Sect Token."
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