A Legendary Life Began This Day

A Legendary Life Began This Day

"Yuhao, if I remember correctly, Yu Xiaogang shouldn't belong to your era and shouldn't have had much to do with you. But why do I feel like your resentment toward him nearly rivals your resentment toward Tang San?" Ice Empress asked in confusion.

Ice Empress's question stirred Huo Yuhao's memories of the past. He said darkly, "I had originally planned to flee to the Sun Moon Empire, but those two beasts from the Clear Sky Sect held me by the shoulders and forced me into Shrek Academy. When I entered the academy, the first thing I saw was the three magnificent statues standing in the square—Flender, Liu Erlong, and Yu Xiaogang."

"I stared at Yu Xiaogang's statue and watched countless people of that era sing praises of his great achievements. They revered his wisdom and extolled him for raising the great Sea God, Tang San. Whenever Yu Xiaogang was mentioned, everyone praised him endlessly—even people from the hostile Sun Moon Empire."

"So..." Ice Empress said thoughtfully, "you planned to target him because he raised Tang San?"

"No!" Huo Yuhao shook his head sharply, suppressed fury in his voice. "Tang San is my mortal enemy. Electrolux's death, the annihilation of Dong'er and Qiu'er's personalities, that life manipulated by others—I will settle every one of those debts with him. Stabbing him in the back and killing him back then had been far too easy on him. But when it comes to Yu Xiaogang, all I feel is extreme disgust and revulsion."

"You may not believe this, but in that era, I was probably the only one who knew his true face—a complete fraud who sought fame and reputation. Yet such a man was praised across the entire continent for tens of thousands of years. He died, yet his name endured through the ages. Ten Thousand Years, twenty thousand years later, countless people on Douluo Continent would still sing of his 'achievements.'" Huo Yuhao sighed. "Letting such trash go down in history—was that not the sorrow of the entire Douluo plane?"

"In my eyes, insects should stay where insects belong."

He stared at the view of the Divine Realm projected by the Eternal Eyes and said word by word, "With me here, Yu Xiaogang can forget about being renowned for all eternity, much less breaking through his Spirit defects. He should remain forever on the pillar of shame at level 29—standing at attention!"

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Library Pavilion

A young man dressed in a black robe, with a flat-top haircut, was engrossed in a book titled "Legendary Stories of the Past Sect Leaders of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan." His eyes flickered as he turned the pages, as though he were conversing with the legendary figures within the book.

Upon reaching the final passage, he slowly closed the book, anticipation glinting in his eyes. His thick lips parted, and his voice carried a trace of excitement. "More than a thousand years ago, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan once produced an ancestor whose martial soul mutated into one even nobler than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon—the Golden Sacred Dragon. In his era, he led the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to glory comparable to the Clear Sky Sect in Tang Chen's time. How inspiring."

He paused before continuing, "Today is Spirit Awakening Day. I wonder how much Innate Soul Power I'll have?" His words brimmed with anticipation.

The boy's name was Yu Xiaogang, and he had just turned six this year. Six was an extremely important moment in a person's life, for the awakening of one's martial soul would determine one's future destiny. Yet Yu Xiaogang was not worried about what martial soul he would awaken, because his father, Yu Yuanzhen, was the renowned Thunder Douluo. He confidently believed that he would at least inherit his father's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul and continue writing his own great legend.

His gaze fell upon the cover of the book once more. A majestic golden dragon—the Golden Sacred Dragon—was painted upon it. He thought to himself, What if I awaken the Golden Sacred Dragon, the martial soul that allowed my ancestor to forge his legend? My own legend, Yu Xiaogang's legend, will begin. I will become the Sect Leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and lead it to unprecedented heights. The entire continent will sing the praises of Yu Xiaogang's name. When that time comes, what title should I choose?

"Golden Dragon Douluo? No, too vulgar! Sacred Dragon Douluo sounds pretty good too, but it isn't imposing enough! Dragon God Douluo? Yes. When I earn my title, I shall take Dragon God as my title and establish the mighty name of Dragon God Douluo Yu Xiaogang."

Knock, knock, knock... A series of knocks interrupted his reverie. Yu Xiaogang said displeasedly, "Come in."

The door was gently pushed open, and a boy about his age walked in. He had black hair and a thin, small frame, looking somewhat timid. He bowed to Yu Xiaogang and said, "Brother Xiaogang, Father asked me to summon you so we could go to the Awakening Hall and awaken our martial souls together."

After recognizing the visitor, disgust flashed through Yu Xiaogang's eyes. In an arrogant tone, he said, "What do you mean, Brother Xiaogang? Are you even worthy? Within the clan, you are to call me Young Master Xiaogang. Understand?"

Yu Xiaomen lowered his head deeply and replied obediently, "Yes, Young Master Xiaogang."

"Hmph!" Yu Xiaogang cast Yu Xiaomen a disdainful glance. As he passed Yu Xiaomen, he suddenly thrust out his arm and viciously drove his elbow into him.

Yu Xiaomen was knocked to the ground. He clutched his ribs in pain, yet did not dare make a sound. With difficulty, he rose to his feet and followed behind Yu Xiaogang.

With both hands clasped behind his back, Yu Xiaogang walked ahead with his head held high and chest puffed out, while Yu Xiaomen followed behind with his head lowered. Whenever the servants they passed saw Yu Xiaogang, they all lowered their heads and bowed. "Greetings, Young Master Xiaogang."

Yu Xiaogang arrived at a pavilion within the clan and looked up at the sky. The day was bright and sunny, the air fresh, as though heralding a wonderful future. He extended a hand as if trying to grasp the warm sunlight, to seize his own radiant future.

With great seriousness, he said to Yu Xiaomen behind him, "In this world, birth determines everything. Though we share the same father but different mothers, Yu Xiaomen, listen carefully. Your mother was merely a lowly servant. She shamelessly climbed into my father's bed, which was how you came to possess half the bloodline of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul. But lowly blood is still lowly blood. Your mother was not even a soul master. Even if you awaken the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul, so what? Your Innate Soul Power will not exceed level five. In this life, you will find it difficult even to reach Spirit King. As for me—"

A smug smile spread across Yu Xiaogang's face, his tone full of confidence and arrogance. "I inherited the outstanding bloodlines of both my father and mother. I was destined for greatness from birth. My Innate Soul Power will be at least level eight. Soul Douluo is merely my starting point—I may even become a Title Douluo. I will lead the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan toward an entirely new glory."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Yu Xiaomen before he continued, "Today, our lives will diverge at this very moment. My legend will begin from this day onward, while you, Yu Xiaomen, can only fade into the crowd. You are only worthy of gazing at my back."

Yu Xiaomen gave no response. He merely lowered his head, concealing his expression from view. His fists were tightly clenched, his knuckles turning faintly white from the force.