Yu Xiaotian's First Soul Ring Choice, Yu Xiaogang Wants It All!

[The Sky Screen image shifts]

[The pharmacy door is roughly shoved open]

[Big Brother! I heard Xiaotian is taking Whale Rubber?]

[Let me see!]

[Yu Luomian stormed in aggressively]

[Yet, the next second, his smile froze on his face]

[There was no mess or stench as he had imagined]

[Only the room full of medicinal fragrance, and Yu Xiaotian sitting with his eyes closed in repose]

[And there, lying at Yu Xiaotian's feet, was Three-Eyed Demon, its golden scales shimmering, staring at him with a look that said he was nothing but garbage]

["Is that the pig martial soul?"]

[Yu Luomian felt even his own martial soul tremble slightly under that faint dragon might]

[The Pharmacy Elder snorted coldly and directly slapped a thick stack of records into Yu Luomian's hands]

["Second Master, watch your words! Three-Eyed Demon is the future hope of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"]

["According to my examination, after the Whale Rubber baptism, Young Master Xiaotian's meridian resilience is several times that of his peers!"]

["This is the broad road to the heavens for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!"]

[Yu Luomian held the report, his hands trembling, his cheeks burning with shame]

[He looked at his big brother Yu Yuanzhen's half-smiling expression and could only shut his mouth and slink away]

[But his eyes still carried a trace of defiance: So what if he ate some medicine? Whether it translates into combat power remains to be seen!]

[Time began to fly]

[Six months passed, and a "Whale Rubber fever" swept through the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan]

[Many elders and juniors began taking Whale Rubber to improve themselves]

[But after the initial frenzy, differences emerged]

[Most clan disciples, including some elders' grandsons, after slightly improving their physiques with Whale Rubber]

[Impatiently went to hunt their First Soul Ring]

[They craved power too much, craved the title of Soul Master too much]

["Haha! I broke through! I'm a Soul Master! And Yu Xiaotian is still dawdling at level 10!"]

[On the Martial Arts Arena, a seven-year-old disciple proudly displayed his yellow five-hundred-year soul ring, smug and pleased]

[A transcendent soul ring, obtained so easily!]

[In his view, although Yu Xiaotian had led the Whale Rubber fever, spending half a year without acquiring a soul ring was simply a waste]

[Some even whispered in private: Maybe he ate too much medicine and ruined his body, unable to absorb a soul ring?]

[Yet, the scene shifted]

[Under the waterfall at the Back Mountain]

[Yu Xiaotian, bare-chested, was throwing punches with nothing but his physical strength against the torrent!]

[No soul power used, each punch sent the water flowing backward]

[He was honing his body and combat techniques]

[More importantly, he continued taking Whale Rubber, constantly testing the limits of his body]

[A full six months!]

[He suppressed the urge to advance, solidifying his foundation to a terrifying degree]

[Until the day before his seventh birthday]

[Yu Xiaotian opened his eyes, a sharp light bursting from within]

["It's about time. My body is strong enough to withstand a Thousand-Year Soul Ring."]

[He stood up and looked at his father, Yu Yuanzhen]

["Father, I want to go soul hunting."]

[Target: Devouring Dragon!]

White World.

Inside the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.

Yu Xiaogang watched the spirited youth on the Sky Screen.

His eyes were filled with undisguised envy and admiration.

He turned to his big brother, Yu Xiaotian, and said with emotion:

"Big Brother, back when you chose that soul beast, there was quite a bit of opposition in the clan."

"After all, the Devouring Dragon is too ferocious. Everyone thought you were crazy."

Yu Xiaotian clasped his hands behind his back.

Watching his younger self in the Sky Screen.

A nostalgic curve tugged at the corner of his lips:

"Wealth and honor are found in danger."

"Although the mutation direction of Three-Eyed Demon is the Golden Sacred Dragon, it was too weak in the early stages."

"If the First Soul Ring only added strength or defense, that would be wasting its potential."

"Only devouring can give it the ability to plunder heaven and earth's fortune to make up for its own shortcomings."

"This isn't just a soul ring; it's laying the strongest foundation for it."

Beside him, Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes shimmered with a strange brilliance.

As a Twin Martial Souls possessor, her knowledge of soul beasts was vast and profound.

She naturally understood the true value of the Devouring Dragon.

Black World.

"Devouring Dragon? What's that?"

Ma Hongjun scratched his head.

Looking blankly at his companions around him:

"It sounds impressive, but I've never seen it in any textbook."

Oscar shrugged too: "Don't look at me. I only know which soul beasts taste good."

Everyone's gazes instinctively converged on Ning Rongrong.

After all, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was known as the wealthiest sect in the world.

With countless ancient texts in their collection, she should have some knowledge.

Yet, Ning Rongrong was also staring wide-eyed.

Her pretty face flushed slightly as she stammered:

"Oh, come on! I spent my childhood playing around. When did I have time to flip through those moldy old books?"

"This kind of obscure soul beast—only my father and the two Titled Douluo elders would know."

Seeing that Ning Rongrong couldn't explain either.

Tang San had no choice but to turn his pleading gaze to Principal Flender.

"Principal, you're well-traveled and knowledgeable. What's the secret behind this Devouring Dragon?"

Flender's body stiffened.

He pushed up the glasses on his nose.

Let out a tactical cough:

"Ahem... well..."

"The Devouring Dragon is indeed a very rare and ancient soul beast."

"Um... specifically, it's strong! Extremely strong!"

That said nothing at all.

Flender's old face flushed red.

He silently cursed his own lack of learning.

At the same time, a wave of intense longing surged in his heart.

"If only Xiaogang were here..."

"He'd know all this obscure knowledge by heart."

"Without him, this theoretical teaching feels like it's missing a leg."

Tang San fell silent too.

He watched Yu Xiaotian's confident gaze in the Sky Screen.

And couldn't help thinking of his own teacher.

"Teacher should be almost at the clan by now..."

"I wonder what insights he'd have seeing this."

"Although Teacher's theories hit setbacks in practice, his knowledge base is absolutely unmatched."

At that moment.

On the carriage heading to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

The wheels rolled, crushing the stones on the road.

It also crushed the last shred of pride in Yu Xiaogang's heart.

He sat inside the luxurious carriage, yet felt as if he were sitting on a bed of nails.

Seated across from him was his second uncle.

The man who had once made his life a living hell—Yu Luomian.

Yu Xiaogang's expression was stiff and conflicted.

He had originally sworn that unless the clan sent an honor guard to invite him back, unless his father personally admitted fault, he would never return.

This wasn't just about saving face; it was about the bitterness in his heart.

But reality had struck him like a resounding slap, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

The appearance of the Sky Screen had shattered the halo of "Master" that he had prided himself on.

If he didn't return to use the clan's resources to break through, he wouldn't even have the courage to go back to Shrek and face Xiao San.

"Only by breaking through, only by proving myself, will I be qualified to return and teach Xiao San."

"Only then will I be qualified to make that woman Bibi Dong regret her choices."

Yu Xiaogang kept mentally fortifying himself.

Especially since Yu Luomian had promised not to obstruct his relationship with Liu Erlong anymore.

That became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

For Erlong's sake, what did it matter if he swallowed his pride and went back to use the clan's resources?