Expelled from the Sect

Yu Xiaogang could not understand where exactly the problem lay. Nor could he understand why, when both his parents possessed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul and his elder brother had awakened the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul—

Why was it that, when it came to him, he had awakened an ugly Piglet with only Innate Soul Power Half Level?

Could it be that he, who had been hailed since childhood as the Heaven's Favored Child of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, was truly worthless?

Was he destined to be mocked by his clansmen, just like that House Slave Lin Hanye?

No!

I can't solve this problem! I can't solve it!

It's too hard, too hard.

Vaguely, snowflakes seemed to begin falling above Yu Xiaogang's head.

"Xiaogang." A golden figure appeared in the courtyard outside.

The sudden voice jolted Yu Xiaogang awake from the painful vortex of sound.

Perhaps because he had exhausted himself mentally over the past few days, although the voice sounded familiar, Yu Xiaogang did not immediately recognize who it belonged to.

Yu Xiaogang Stood Up and walked out of the Wooden House. Having sat for too long, he could not help but sway when the blinding sunlight poured over his body.

"Child, I already know about what happened to you."

The golden figure appeared before Yu Xiaogang almost in the next instant. A large, powerful hand gripped Yu Xiaogang's shoulder, and rich soul power, carrying both dominance and wildness, flowed into his body, revitalizing his spirit somewhat. Only then did he clearly see the newcomer.

The one who had suddenly appeared was none other than the current Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, Thunder Douluo.

His father, Yu Yuanzhen.

Yu Yuanzhen looked at Yu Xiaogang with heartache. Yu Xiaogang's appearance was rather frightening at the moment: his hair was a mess, his lips were cracked, his face was bloodless, and his eyes were shot through with red veins. He looked utterly dispirited.

"Father, I have disappointed you." Forcing out a faint smile, Yu Xiaogang tried several times before finally steadying himself.

Yu Yuanzhen Shook His Head. "No Problem. It is only a Martial Soul Malignant Mutation. Even if you did not possess a trace of soul power, you would forever be my son. From now on, I will think of every possible way to resolve your Martial Soul Malignant Mutation."

After all, he was only a child who had just turned six.

Yu Yuanzhen's words instantly ignited a glimmer of hope in Yu Xiaogang. His eyes reddened, and unable to hold it in any longer, he threw himself into Yu Yuanzhen's arms and burst into tears.

After a long while, Yu Xiaogang's crying gradually subsided. He rose from Yu Yuanzhen's embrace, his voice still slightly choked, and said, "Father, I want to ask you for something."

"Go ahead. As Long As it is something your father can do for you, I will certainly make it happen."

Yu Yuanzhen knew that Yu Xiaogang had suffered a severe blow, so he indulged him especially.

"I want you to kill Lin Hanye."

Yu Xiaogang recalled the look in Lin Hanye's eyes.

In his heart, anyone from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan could mock and ridicule him, except for that House Slave.

Because all those clansmen were stronger than him.

But what the hell was Lin Hanye?

Born of a Maidservant, a piece of trash with only Innate Soul Power Half Level, nothing more than a House Slave.

What right did he have to mock him?

A servant insulting his master!

He Deserved to Die!

"This..."

Yu Yuanzhen, who had originally intended to agree, hesitated. The large hand resting on Yu Xiaogang's shoulder fell away as he turned and walked to the center of the courtyard. He stood with his hands behind his back, facing away from Yu Xiaogang.

After a long silence, he Shook His Head and slowly uttered two words. "No."

"Why, Father? Isn't this just a single word from you? Uncle Long died because of his father—" And that House Slave even dared to look down on me.

Yu Xiaogang stepped forward and pressed the question. He was too embarrassed to say That Last Sentence aloud.

"Xinglong's death has already been concluded. Hanye's father cannot be blamed for it. Besides, although that child Hanye has somewhat poor talent, he is still a disciple of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. If we were to execute him without cause, it would inevitably chill the hearts of those Outer Clan Disciples and harm the sect's unity."

Yu Xinglong was Yu Yuanzhen's youngest brother, as well as the most talented member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in nearly a century. His Innate Soul Power was even Half Level higher than Yu Yuanzhen's.

Naturally, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan could not possibly refrain from investigating his death.

It was simply that the faction they suspected was no weaker than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

And there was no evidence.

Thus, the matter could only be temporarily left unresolved.

"Then you can at least Expel Him from the Sect, right?"

Yu Xiaogang did not want Lin Hanye to remain in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan for even a moment longer. Whenever he thought of how he would be ridiculed and mocked in the future by someone he had once looked down upon, he could not help but feel like going mad.

"This... very well."

In the end, Yu Yuanzhen could not refuse his son and agreed.

At the same time, he thought to himself: With Innate Soul Power Half Level and a Martial Soul that was nothing but Ice Water without any Attack Power, staying in the sect would not benefit that child either. Perhaps outside, he might be able to live a little more easily.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect.

An area designated for housing Outer Clan Disciples.

In a small, cramped courtyard somewhere.

A boy was running laps around the modest yard.

After running, he did push-ups.

After the push-ups, he did squats.

After the squats, he did sit-ups.

These were the training tasks Lin Hanye had planned for himself: one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, and Run Ten Kilometers every day.

Then, he would temper his Soul Power through meditation and recover his strength.

When he was hungry, he would go eat at the Outer Sect Disciple Cafeteria. Even if people gave him trouble, it did not matter, as long as he could keep up his nutrition.

He repeated this cycle day after day. This was currently the only training method Lin Hanye could think of.

After all, he was only a child who had just turned six in this life.

His Soul Power was only half a level. Pathetically weak.

There was not much difference between him and an ordinary person.

That day, Lin Hanye had just finished exercising and taken a bath. He was about to meditate and increase his Soul Power.

Suddenly, a harsh knock came from outside the courtyard.

"'Born of a Maidservant,' get out here! Stop playing dead!"

Lin Hanye walked out of his room. Before he could open the rusty iron gate outside the courtyard, it was kicked open. A direct descendant disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon walked in and said haughtily:

"Lin Hanye, the Clan Leader told you to get lost. You've been Expelled from the Sect. Move out before tonight, or bear the consequences yourself. This is the settlement money the sect is giving you. Now get lost."

After tossing down a money pouch, the direct descendant disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon turned and left arrogantly.

Watching the other man's insolent figure disappear, Lin Hanye was almost angered into laughter, but he did not show it. He was still too weak. Getting angry at a Soul Master—or even a group of Soul Masters—far stronger than himself was simply courting death.

After all, not everyone was King Tang God.

Daring to provoke High-level Soul Masters.

Making bets at the drop of a hat.

Provoking them was one thing, but he even dared to attack.

In the end, nothing happened to him, and the other party even had to apologize instead.

"Oh? They're actually quite generous. This is almost equivalent to one or two months of a Soul Grandmaster's Soul Master Subsidy."

He bent down to pick up the money pouch from the ground and opened it. Inside lay several Gold Soul Coins.

There were around a dozen of them.

Lin Hanye turned and returned to his room, packing up his everyday clothes.

Then, he took a Pitch-black Ring from inside the clothes around his neck.