The Sect's Future, Yu Xiaogang! An Encounter with Bibi Dong

Yu Yuanzhen said in a deep voice, "From now on, the clan will depend on you to protect it."

After a pause, he added, "Your brother... you'll need to look after him as well."

Yu Xiaogang nodded without hesitation.

"Don't worry, Father."

He looked at his unconscious older brother and silently accepted it.

Ever since they were children, whenever his brother had something tasty or fun, he would always think to share half with him. Yu Xiaogang had not forgotten that brotherly bond.

The family's burdens in the future would fall solely upon the shoulders of a genius like him.

From now on, his brother only needed to live peacefully as a wealthy idler.

Yu Yuanzhen looked at him, then shifted his gaze back to the stubborn girl.

He casually remarked, "Fortunately, Erlong seems quite talented. In the future, perhaps she can help protect your brother too."

The moment those words came out.

The hearty expression Yu Xiaogang had just worn vanished completely.

His face instantly darkened.

Protecting his brother was fine.

It was his duty as a younger brother.

But why should Liu Erlong be the one protecting him?

In his eyes, a cute girl like Erlong should give her attention and protection to a genius like himself.

Not to an older brother who had neglected his proper pursuits and ruined himself.

Why?

Yu Xiaogang quietly clenched his fists.

His dissatisfaction with Yu Xiaoheng deepened by another degree.

The room had emptied.

Liu Erlong remained kneeling by the bed, motionless, her little hand tightly gripping Yu Xiaoheng's cold fingers.

No one knew.

A heaven-shaking transformation was taking place within the body that had been declared "crippled."

His coma was merely an outward appearance.

Yu Xiaoheng's consciousness had long since sunk into his body.

He had not acted recklessly.

Xi Guang Grass and Dragon Pattern Grass were two spiritual herbs with conflicting properties. He had already searched through ancient texts and confirmed that they would not cause fundamental harm to the body.

Taking them in stages had been intended to reduce the risk to the lowest possible level.

The searing pain of torn Meridians was the first step toward rebuilding after destruction.

At this moment, the pain had already receded like the tide.

The light power of Xi Guang Grass and the tyrannical dragon energy of Dragon Pattern Grass no longer clashed within his shattered Meridians. Instead, they began to slowly settle and merge, as naturally as water blending together.

No one knew how much time passed.

Yu Xiaoheng's eyelashes trembled lightly.

A warmth unlike anything he had ever felt surged through his limbs and bones, gentle yet powerful.

A layer of soft white light seeped from beneath his skin, faint but undeniably real.

Holy Light Power!

Although his Martial Soul had yet to awaken, his body had already undergone a qualitative transformation because of those two precious herbs.

This energy might not amount to much for a Level 20 Soul Master.

But for an unawakened child like him, the Soul Power it had transformed was already astonishingly vast!

Yu Xiaoheng's consciousness was hazy, yet he could clearly feel the violent surging of that Soul Power!

Just then, an abrupt change occurred.

Liu Erlong, kneeling before the bed, suddenly let out a soft moan. Her tiny body trembled slightly.

Yu Xiaoheng felt the warm current within him seem to find an outlet, forming an invisible bridge between himself and Liu Erlong.

Their auras actually began to meld together at that moment.

Under the stimulation of the Medicinal Power, they had silently crossed the threshold of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill!

"Bzzzz—"

A faint vibration rang through the air.

Behind Yu Xiaoheng and Liu Erlong, a massive, illusory shadow slowly emerged.

It was a gigantic dragon covered in brilliant gold!

Its dragon head was majestic, its body vigorous, sacredness and majesty existing side by side!

The Golden Holy Dragon Phantom!

If Yu Xiaoheng had been awake at that moment, witnessing this scene that defied all reason, he would surely have been...

Completely dumbfounded.

He was merely an ordinary transmigrator who knew a little chemistry and could make Soap.

How could he possibly understand what was happening?!

Yet at the instant the Golden Holy Dragon Phantom appeared, Yu Xiaoheng clearly felt the newly born Soul Power within him violently churn and explode in strength!

That power lasted for only a brief instant before calming along with the fading phantom.

Had any elders of Spirit Hall been present, they would surely have turned pale in shock.

Before even awakening his Martial Soul, he had already displayed the embryonic form of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with an extremely high compatibility.

Such talent was unheard of!

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

The Golden Holy Dragon Phantom that shot into the sky came quickly and vanished just as quickly.

In only an instant, it dissipated without a trace.

Silence returned to the room.

Liu Erlong, kneeling beside the bed, had a pale little face. She felt as if all strength had left her body, went limp, and collapsed against the edge of the bed.

The soft white glow around Yu Xiaoheng's body had also withdrawn.

Everything seemed as though it had never happened.

Only within that body, the immense Medicinal Power produced by the fusion of Xi Guang Grass and Dragon Pattern Grass continued to settle and accumulate like countless rivers flowing into the sea, waiting for the chance to erupt completely.

Time passed.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of Spirit Awakening.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Martial Arts Hall.

Today, banners fluttered across the hall's plaza, while voices surged like a tide.

Yu Yuanzhen, the clan leader, stood atop the high platform in a purple robe embroidered with gilded dragon patterns. His imposing aura was as vast as a mountain.

Distinguished guests gathered at his side.

Spirit Hall's Pope, Qian Xunji, wore splendid robes and a smile.

Ning Zhenyuan, the current sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, held a folding fan and carried himself with refined elegance.

The representative from the Clear Sky Sect was a burly man named Tang Wei, whose aura was domineering.

The Upper Three Sects and Spirit Hall had gathered here solely to witness the awakening of this generation of the Blue Lightning Sect.

Yu Yuanzhen said loudly, "You have all come from afar. Yu failed to welcome you properly."

Qian Xunji smiled faintly. "Clan Leader Yu is too polite. I heard that your clan's twin sons are extraordinarily gifted. Spirit Hall is quite curious as well."

Though he spoke of twins, his gaze rested only on the straight-backed, arrogant-looking boy standing behind Yu Yuanzhen.

Yu Xiaogang.

As for the eldest son, Yu Xiaoheng, who had wasted his ambitions on trivial pleasures, everyone had long forgotten him.

In their eyes, today's ceremony was merely Yu Yuanzhen's declaration that he would use Yu Xiaogang's talent to restore the prestige of Blue Lightning.

Qian Xunji swept his gaze around and suddenly frowned slightly.

One disciple was missing from behind him.

Where was Bibi Dong?

A hint of displeasure flashed through his heart, but he did not show it.

Children were playful. She was probably somewhere nearby.

Still, his gaze darkened somewhat.

She likes running around? It seems her usual discipline has been far too lax.

Meanwhile.

In that remote side room, the boy on the bed suddenly had his eyelashes twitch.

Yu Xiaoheng woke up.

The murky fog in his consciousness receded like the tide, replaced by unprecedented clarity and strength.

He could clearly feel a force within his body churning like overturned rivers and seas!

It was neither internal energy nor vital blood.

It was Soul Power!

Before even awakening his Martial Soul, he already possessed such immense Soul Power!

Yu Xiaoheng's heart surged with excitement. With a flip, he sat up from the bed.

Today was the day of Spirit Awakening!

He pushed open the door, followed the faint sounds of people in the distance, and hurried toward the Martial Arts Hall.

As he passed through a quiet path planted with lush bamboo, his steps suddenly halted.

Ahead, beside a decorative rockery, a little girl in the standard white dress of Spirit Hall was squatting on the ground. Her small hand toyed with an unknown wildflower, and she looked somewhat lonely.

She appeared to be six or seven years old, delicate and adorable. Her beautiful purple hair had been braided and hung down her back, while her profile was so exquisite it hardly seemed real.

Yu Xiaoheng's pupils contracted slightly.

Bibi Dong.