I Absolutely Won't Allow Yu Xiaogang to Be with You (Please Read On, Please Recommend)

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Xiaowei held a pen between his teeth and gazed out the window, occasionally jotting down a few words in the notebook before him.

July 6th, 2643 of the Douluo Calendar. The twelfth year and one hundred and eleventh day since arriving on the Douluo Continent. Such an auspicious number—was it hinting that I was destined to stay single?

Yesterday, I went to Sunset Forest to hunt for my Third Soul Ring, so I didn't write in my diary. I'll make up for it today.

My luck was still pretty good. A 4,500-year-old King of the Earth. The soul skill it gave me happened to enhance my Breath as well—excellent. I named it Atomic Fission. Mm, it sounded incredibly badass. I really am a naming genius.

I did run into that old bastard Dugu Bo, though. A Titled Douluo really was terrifyingly powerful. Luckily, my uncle was awesome; otherwise, we never would have extorted those immortal herbs from him.

But I never expected nuclear radiation to actually cure his poison. Did that count as radiation therapy? (P.S. His martial soul hadn't mutated from the radiation too, had it?)

I just had an argument with my sister. I was furious. I'd spent so many years explaining the dangers of incest to her, yet she still couldn't forget Yu Xiaogang.

Damn it, if I ever got the chance, I'd break Yu Xiaogang's dog legs. How dare he seduce my sister.

Speaking of which, Tang San was still with him right now and hadn't gone to Shrek yet. I needed to come up with a plan—while Tang San's cultivation was still weak, I'd snatch the opportunity to become a god before he could.

As the saying went: walk Tang San's path and leave Tang San with nowhere to walk.

Anyway, I should first set myself a small goal: become a Titled Douluo within ten years, then beat Tang San senseless, hammer Bibi Dong into the ground, and reach the pinnacle of life.

Click~

Yu Xiaowei tossed aside his pen, then closed his diary and locked it in the drawer.

Although he had written in the script from his previous life, it was still better to be cautious.

Just then, Yu Luomian's voice came from outside the door.

"Xiaowei, are you in your room?"

Yu Xiaowei hurriedly replied, "Dad, I'm here."

Creak. Yu Luomian pushed open the door. Seeing that his son was nearly as tall as he was, he couldn't help but beam.

But fondness was fondness. He still asked in a stern tone.

"I heard from Tianheng that you went out to hunt Soul Beasts by yourself yesterday."

"Mm."

"You hunted a 4,500-year-old King of the Earth?"

"Mm."

"And then absorbed its soul ring as your Third Soul Ring?"

"Mm."

Yu Xiaowei replied absentmindedly. He had already guessed what Yu Luomian was about to say.

"You child, what am I supposed to say to you? You're only a mere Soul Elder right now. How could you dare go to Sunset Forest alone? What if you ran into danger?"

"And that was a 4,500-year soul ring! How could you dare absorb it? Weren't you afraid it would burst you apart? If something happened to you, how would I explain it to your late mother?"

As he spoke, Yu Luomian actually began wiping away tears.

Seeing him secretly peeking through the gaps between his fingers to gauge his reaction, Yu Xiaowei didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Alright, alright, I admit I was wrong. Next time I go hunting for a soul ring, I'll bring you along. Is that good enough?"

"Really?"

"Really. Yu Family Members don't lie to Yu Family Members."

Yu Luomian immediately perked up. He vigorously wiped away the nonexistent tears, his eyes shining as he said, "Your father came today to tell you something important. Your uncle is going to make you his Chief Disciple."

"What? Why me? Shouldn't it be my second nephew?"

"Can Tianheng beat you?"

"Uh... even if there were ten more of me, I could still pin them down and hammer them."

"Then that settles it. Tianheng went to find your uncle as soon as he got home yesterday. He told him that you had absorbed a 4,500-year soul ring and that your Soul Power was already no weaker than his. Your uncle came to see me today and said he was preparing to make you his Chief Disciple."

The more Yu Luomian spoke, the more excited he became. Seeing his thrilled expression as saliva sprayed everywhere, Yu Xiaowei smiled and shook his head.

Ever since he had been born, he had clearly sensed that Yu Luomian was different from how he had been depicted in the manga from his previous life.

In his memories, his father should have been a deeply scheming man who would stop at nothing for power, even at the cost of destroying his own clan.

He had worried about that for quite some time. What if his father became Spirit Hall's undercover agent again? What was he supposed to do then?

But in reality, Yu Luomian was lazy by nature. He was usually carefree and careless, and he treated cultivation half-heartedly, never putting much effort into it.

He had an excellent relationship with the clan leader, Yu Yuanzhen, and he was very attentive toward the younger generations of the family—except for Yu Xiaogang.

Back then, he had been a peerless genius no less talented than Yu Yuanzhen. But unwilling to compete with his elder brother, he had directly given up the position of clan leader. He was willing to become the supporting leaf and let the clan invest all its resources in Yu Yuanzhen.

It was precisely because of this that Yu Yuanzhen had risen to become one of the very strongest Strength Attack System Titled Douluo, while Yu Luomian was only a level seventy-nine Soul Saint.

However, although he had given up competing for the position of clan leader, he still hoped that one of his descendants would become a genius capable of inheriting the clan.

So when Yu Yuanzhen informed him that Yu Xiaowei was about to be named Chief Disciple—the future heir of the clan—

Yu Luomian's mood could no longer be described as excitement. It was as though his lifelong wish had finally been fulfilled.

"Alright, Dad, are you done? I need to go to class."

Yu Xiaowei hurriedly stopped Yu Luomian, who was still rambling on. The old man was a little too excited now; he had actually started planning how Yu Xiaowei should become clan leader.

"Hmph, you brat, your wings have grown hard. You even dare interrupt your father now? Get lost."

Yu Luomian lightly rapped Yu Xiaowei on the head, then waved with a smile, telling him to hurry up and leave.

The news that Yu Xiaowei was about to be named Chief Disciple had already spread throughout the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Unlike the older generation of the clan, the younger members immediately broke into wails of despair upon hearing the news.

For no other reason than that they had all been beaten up by him.

After leaving the clan grounds, Yu Xiaowei wound through the streets and alleys until he arrived at an academy decorated with extreme luxury.

The students who saw him enter the academy scattered out of his way as though they had seen a plague god.

Yu Xiaowei paid them no mind and simply followed a narrow path toward the back of the academy.

After passing through a small grove, he came upon a wooden sign that read, "Restricted Area of the Academy. No Entry Without Permission."

Ignoring the words on it, he walked straight to the pond behind it.

A beautiful woman in a plain green dress was watering flowers there. The moment she saw him, she snorted coldly, tossed aside her watering can, and headed toward the thatched cottage behind her.

Yu Xiaowei awkwardly scratched his head. "Sis, are you still mad?"

"Hmph."

"Sis, I was wrong. I apologize."

"What did you do wrong?"

"I was wrong not to break Yu Xiaogang's legs, so you wouldn't still be hung up on him," Yu Xiaowei said sincerely.

"You—"

Liu Erlong was furious. She pointed at Yu Xiaowei, trembling all over with rage.

"How many times have I told you that marriage between close relatives never ends well? The children born from it are either disabled or deformed, yet you refuse to believe me and insist on arguing."

"And setting aside the fact that you two are cousins, Yu Xiaogang is a scumbag. There's long been another woman in his heart. Why do you insist on hanging yourself from that pile of dog shit?"

Yu Xiaowei no longer held back, relentlessly listing Yu Xiaogang's faults.

"I won't allow you to talk about Xiaogang like that!!!"

Liu Erlong roared, a violent aura radiating from her entire body.

"Sis, I already have a way to prove that scumbag isn't devoted to you. Just wait until I find a chance to capture him. I'll make you see his true colors as a scumbag."

"Also, Uncle has already declared me the Chief Disciple. Once I reach level 90, I'll become the clan leader. And I will absolutely never agree to you being with Yu Xiaogang."

With that, Yu Xiaowei turned and left without a hint of hesitation.

"Why are all of you treating Xiaogang like this...?"

Liu Erlong, who had been baring her fangs just moments ago, watched Yu Xiaowei's retreating back as tears poured from her eyes. She collapsed to the ground and burst into loud sobs.