"Yuhao, if I remember correctly, Yu Xiaogang shouldn't belong to the people of your era, and you shouldn't have had much to do with him. But why do I feel like your resentment toward him is almost on par with your resentment toward Tang San?" Ice Empress asked in puzzlement.
Ice Empress's question stirred up Huo Yuhao's past memories. He said in a deep voice, "Originally, I planned to flee to the Sun Moon Empire, but those two beasts from the Clear Sky Sect pressed their hands on my shoulders and forced me into Shrek Academy. When I stepped into the academy, the first thing I saw was three magnificent statues standing in the square—Flender, Liu Erlong, and Yu Xiaogang."
"I gazed at Yu Xiaogang's statue, watching the countless people of this era praise his great achievements. People revered his wisdom and lauded him for nurturing the great Sea God Tang San. Whenever Yu Xiaogang was mentioned, everyone heaped praise upon him, and even the people of the hostile Sun Moon Empire were no exception."
"So—" Ice Empress said thoughtfully, "are you targeting him because he nurtured Tang San?"
"No!" Huo Yuhao shook his head abruptly, his voice carrying suppressed anger. "Tang San is my mortal enemy. Whether it's Teacher Electrolux's death, the annihilation of Dong'er's and Qiu'er's personalities, or that manipulated life of mine, I will settle every single one of these accounts. Backstabbing him in the past was really letting him off too easily. But toward Yu Xiaogang, I only feel extreme disgust and revulsion."
"You might not believe it when I say this, but in that era, I'm afraid I was the only one who knew the true face of this person—an utter and complete hypocrite who fished for fame. Yet, a guy like this was praised by the entire continent for tens of thousands of years. He died, but he managed to leave his name through the ages. One or two ten-thousand years later, the Douluo Continent will still have countless people passing down his 'achievements'." Huo Yuhao let out a sigh. "Letting trash like this go down in history, isn't that the tragedy of the entire Douluo Plane?"
"In my view, bugs should just stay in a bug's place."
He gazed at the Divine Realm's perspective projected by the Eternal Eyes, and said word by word, "With me here, Yu Xiaogang can forget about making his name endure through the ages, let alone dream of breaking through his Martial Soul's flaws. He should stay on the pillar of shame at Level 29 forever—standing at attention and holding his position!"
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Scripture Pavilion
A young man wearing a black robe and sporting a flat-top was engrossed in a book titled "The Legendary Stories of Past Sect Leaders of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan". His gaze flickered along with the turning of the pages, as if he were conversing with the legendary figures in the book.
Reading to the final paragraph, he slowly closed the book, a look of anticipation flashing in his eyes. He parted his thick lips, his voice carrying a trace of excitement: "More than a thousand years ago, an ancestor once appeared in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. His Martial Soul mutated, transforming into a Martial Soul even more noble than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon—the Golden Sacred Dragon. In his era, he led the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to brilliance akin to the Clear Sky Sect during Tang Chen's time. It's truly yearning-inducing."
He paused for a moment, then continued: "Today is the day of the Spirit Awakening. I wonder what my Innate Soul Power will be?" His words were filled with anticipation.
The young man was named Yu Xiaogang, and he was just six years old this year. Six years old was an extremely important moment in a person's life; the awakening of a Martial Soul would determine a person's future destiny. But Yu Xiaogang did not worry about what kind of Martial Soul he would awaken, because his father Yu Yuanzhen was none other than the world-renowned Thunder Douluo. He confidently believed that he would at least inherit his father's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul and continue to write his own great legend.
His gaze fell once more upon the cover of the book, which depicted a domineering, gigantic golden-yellow dragon—the Golden Sacred Dragon. He thought to himself: "What would it be like if I also awakened the Martial Soul with which my ancestor forged a legend, the Golden Sacred Dragon? The legend belonging to me, Yu Xiaogang, will begin. I will become the Sect Leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and lead the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to an unprecedented height, and the entire continent will sing the great name of Yu Xiaogang. When that time comes, what title should I choose?"
"Golden Dragon Douluo? No, too tacky! Sacred Dragon Douluo, it sounds all right, but not domineering enough! Dragon God Douluo? Right, when the day comes that I, Yu Xiaogang, forge my title, I will use Dragon God as my title and write the majestic name belonging to me, Dragon God Douluo Yu Xiaogang."
"Knock, knock, knock..." A series of knocks interrupted his reverie. Yu Xiaogang said with displeasure, "Come in."
The heavy door pushed gently open, and a boy of about his size walked in. With black hair and a thin, frail figure, he appeared somewhat cowed. He bowed to Yu Xiaogang and said, "Brother Xiaogang, Father asked me to call you to head to the Awakening Hall together to awaken our Martial Souls."
After seeing clearly who had come, a flash of disgust crossed Yu Xiaogang's eyes. He said in an arrogant tone, "What Brother Xiaogang? You're not worthy! Inside the sect, you must call me Young Master Xiaogang, understand?"
Yu Xiaogang buried his head down low and said submissively, "Understood, Young Master Xiaogang."
"Hmph!" Yu Xiaogang glanced dismissively at Yu Xiaomen. As he walked past Yu Xiaomen's side, he suddenly reached out his arm and viciously elbowed Yu Xiaomen.
Yu Xiaomen was knocked to the ground, clutching his ribs in agony, but he dared not make a single sound. He struggled to his feet and followed behind Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang walked ahead with his hands clasped behind his back and his chest puffed out, while Yu Xiaomen followed behind with his head lowered. Servants encountered along the way saw Yu Xiaogang and lowered their heads to bow in greeting: "Greetings, Young Master Xiaogang."
Yu Xiaogang arrived at the sect's pavilion, raising his head to look up at the sky. This day was sunny with clear air, seeming to herald a bright future. He reached out his hand, as if trying to grasp that warm sunlight and seize his own bright future.
He said to Yu Xiaomen behind him in a self-important manner, "In this world, birth determines everything. Although you and I share the same father but different mothers, Yu Xiaomen, you listen well to me. Your mother was merely a lowly servant who shamelessly climbed into my father's bed, which is why she gave you half the bloodline of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul. But a lowly bloodline remains a lowly bloodline. Your mother isn't even considered a Soul Master; even if you can awaken the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, so what? Your Innate Soul Power won't exceed level 5, and your achievements in this lifetime will struggle to even reach the level of a Spirit King. As for me—"
A smug smile hung on Yu Xiaogang's face, his tone brimming with confidence and arrogance: "I inherited the exceptional bloodlines of both my father and mother, and I am destined for greatness from birth. My Innate Soul Power is at least level 8 or above, and a Soul Douluo is merely my starting point—I will even become a Titled Douluo. I will lead the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan toward an entirely new brilliance."
He paused for a moment, swept his gaze across Yu Xiaomen, and continued: "Today, our lives will diverge at this very moment. The legend belonging to me will begin from this day on, whereas you, Yu Xiaomen, can only fade into the crowd, and you are only fit to gaze at my retreating back."
Yu Xiaomen did not respond, merely keeping his head lowered so that his expression remained obscured. His fists were tightly clenched, his knuckles turning slightly pale from the force.
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