Spirited and Proud! Ning Zhenyuan Gifts Herbs, Tang Wei Gifts a Soul Tool

The atmosphere in the VIP Seats stood in stark contrast to the surrounding fervor.

Ning Zhenyuan and Tang Wei stared straight at Yu Yuanzhen, their eyes brimming with complicated emotions.

Their eyes reddened unconsciously.

There was shock, there was amazement.

But more than anything, there was jealousy.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan...

This time, it was truly about to rise!

Tang Wei's lips moved, his voice dry.

"Brother Yuanzhen, your clan... is going to produce a True Dragon."

Ning Zhenyuan let out a long breath. His expression had not been pleasant to begin with, but seeing Tang Wei's face made him feel marginally better.

After all... Feng Zhi's Innate Soul Power was simply incomparable to Yu Xiaoheng's.

"More than a True Dragon. No matter how gifted that boy Tang Hao is, how could he compare to a genius with the Golden Holy Dragon Spirit?"

"Besides..."

Ning Zhenyuan paused.

"He can even use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"

Martial Soul Fusion Skill!

Those five words weighed on everyone's hearts like a mountain.

Could Tang Hao do it?

Perhaps the entire structure of the Upper Three Sects would be completely rewritten from this day onward.

No.

Not rewritten.

Perhaps there would no longer be any Upper Three Sects.

Instead... there would be the "Upper Two Sects," and one colossal force reigning alone above the clouds!

Listening to his two old friends' sighs, Yu Yuanzhen stroked his long beard. His face was filled with an irrepressible smile, and he felt more exhilarated than ever before.

Wasn't his lifelong wish for the clan to flourish and surpass the Clear Sky Sect and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

Today, that wish seemed within reach!

But just then.

The smile on Yu Yuanzhen's face suddenly froze.

He slowly reined in his smile, his gaze passing over the roaring crowd and landing on a corner of the Martial Arts Platform.

The place was a sea of cheers, everyone filled with excitement.

Every disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was shouting for their new young master, fervent over the clan's future glory.

Only one person.

Only Yu Xiaogang stood there, utterly motionless.

He did not cheer. He did not shout.

On that face identical to Yu Xiaoheng's was a deathly pallor.

The world spun.

The cheers in his ears were like crashing waves, yet they seemed muffled and shrill, as if separated from him by a thick curtain of water.

Yu Xiaogang only felt his vision darkening in waves as his blood surged violently to his head.

Liu Erlong...

A Martial Soul Fusion Skill...

He understood better than anyone present what that meant.

The Martial Soul theory he had gained through sleepless nights and countless ancient texts, the knowledge he had always been so proud of...

Now, that knowledge told him that a Martial Soul Fusion Skill meant a binding at the level of the soul.

For the rest of her life, Liu Erlong would be entangled with Yu Xiaoheng.

He no longer had even the slightest possibility.

His heart and guts shattered!

What truly crushed every last shred of his reason was that earth-shaking declaration: "Innate Spirit Power Level Ten"!

Level Nine and a Half was already considered a genius within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

But Level 10...

Innate Full Soul Power—even throughout the history of the entire Douluo Continent, such people were legends destined to leave their names in history!

So long as they did not die young, and received the clan's full support, they were practically guaranteed to become Titled Douluo in the future!

They were true peak-level prodigies!

And what about himself?

In Yu Xiaogang's mind, he saw the faint light that had appeared when his Martial Soul awakened, so weak it was nearly negligible.

Level 0.7.

Even qualifying to become a Soul Master had been a distant dream.

Could he break through Level 30 in this lifetime?

Why?!

Why were they both twin brothers, both Martial Soul mutations, yet he shone so brilliantly while I... had to fall into a bottomless Abyss?!

"Gah..."

His eyes turned bloodshot. He suddenly raised his fist and smashed it with all his strength into the hard bluestone ground beneath his feet!

Bang—!

His knuckles collided with the stone slabs, his flesh torn and bloody.

Yet he could not feel even the slightest pain. There was only a violent thought exploding in his mind.

"Luo... Luo..."

A round, purple creature resembling a little pig scurried over. It cautiously rubbed against his leg, letting out faint whimpers.

His only Martial Soul.

And the symbol of his shame.

Yu Xiaogang's gaze twisted as he looked at Luo San Pao approaching him.

He backhanded it with a vicious slap.

"Get lost!"

"Whine..."

Luo San Pao was sent rolling several times by the slap, crashing into a distant stone pillar with a pained whimper.

Yet it merely shook its head in grievance, then once again limped pitifully toward Yu Xiaogang.

Just then.

Several figures pushed through the frenzied crowd and arrived at the corner.

Yu Xiaogang raised his head. Through his blurred vision, he saw several familiar faces—members of the clan.

Were they... here to comfort me?

"Young Master Xiaogang..."

The man spoke.

"It's all your fault!"

Yu Xiaogang froze.

The clansman pointed at him.

"If you hadn't been his twin and tainted the bloodline!"

"Young Master Xiaoheng's talent would have been even greater! He might have even surpassed our ancestors!"

"It was you! You worthless trash harmed the young master! You harmed the clan!"

"How could the clan have produced such a disgraceful thing as you?!"

"Pfft—!"

Yu Xiaogang spat out another mouthful of blood, splattering it across the bluestone slabs before him, glaringly red.

An elderly figure parted the crowd and entered.

It was a clan elder.

He looked at Yu Xiaogang, who had collapsed on the ground and was barely breathing, his gaze complicated.

There was sympathy, there was pity.

But there was even more frustration at his failure to live up to expectations, along with... deeply buried resentment.

"That's enough. Xiaogang is also the clan leader's son. Stop it."

No one paid any attention to this minor interlude.

A hearty laugh rang out across the Martial Arts Arena. Ning Zhenyuan, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, pushed through the crowd and strode over.

"Haha, Young Master Xiaoheng, you are truly a child of the qilin! Your future accomplishments will be limitless!"

With a flip of his wrist, an exquisite jade box appeared out of thin air. He handed it to Yu Xiaoheng.

"Our first meeting calls for a modest gift. Please accept it."

The jade box opened, revealing three spirit herbs that seemed carved from white jade, their bodies flowing with dawn-like radiance, along with two crimson ganoderma shaped like dragon scales and exuding a faint bloody aura.

"Three Xi Guang Grass plants and two Dragon Blood Ganoderma!"

An elder in the crowd who recognized the treasures let out a cry of shock.

Ning Zhenyuan then took out a slightly smaller jade box and handed it to Liu Erlong beside him, his smile unchanged.

"Miss Erlong's Fire Dragon Spirit is also top-tier. This Crimson Flame Flower is likewise a small token from my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Yu Xiaoheng's heart stirred.

Xi Guang Grass... Dragon Blood Ganoderma...

These were all precious medicinal herbs that he had struggled to obtain in his previous business dealings, even after spending vast sums of money and calling in countless connections. He had only barely acquired them through luck.

Yet now, Ning Zhenyuan had casually gifted five portions at once.

Tang Wei, the sect master of the Clear Sky Sect standing nearby, nodded.

He likewise brought out his own congratulatory gift.

It was an ancient-looking ring.

"The Soul Tool Ancient Heart Ring. Its internal space is nearly one hundred cubic meters."

Tang Wei was brief and to the point.