Yu Xiaogang as a Child, Proud as the Heavens!

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Shrek Academy

Tang San rubbed his eyes in disbelief, turning to look at the teacher beside him.

"Yu Xiaotian? Teacher, do you have a twin brother named Yu Xiaotian?"

"And he's a Limit Douluo?!"

Ning Rongrong had always been quick to speak her mind.

The Little Witch, Ning Rongrong, laughed without restraint.

"Looks like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon in that parallel world is way stronger than in ours."

"The eldest son, Yu Xiaotian, is actually level 99?"

"And Yu Xiaogang in that world is also a Titled Douluo? How come our world's Master is only level 29?"

These words landed like a sharp slap across Yu Xiaogang's face.

His complexion instantly flushed to a liver-red, his body trembling slightly.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

He shouted back abruptly, trying to salvage his dignity:

"This is fake! My martial soul mutation is a congenital defect, irreversible!"

"Even in a parallel world, there's no way to cultivate to Titled Douluo!"

"This violates the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul!"

"That one called Yu Xiaotian must be fake!"

"My father never had such a son, and I never had such a brother!"

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan

"Bam!"

The teacup in Yu Yuanzhen's hand was crushed to pieces.

Inside the Council Hall, the elders were in complete uproar.

"Patriarch!! Did you see?! Level 99! A Limit Douluo!!"

One elder's beard trembled with excitement:

"In the parallel world, our clan actually produced a Limit Douluo!"

"That's someone on par with Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen!"

"Not only that!"

Another elder pointed at the Sky Screen and shouted.

"Look!"

"That world's Yu Xiaogang is also a Titled Douluo!"

"Is that other Yu Xiaogang a genius?"

"Why?! Only our world's Yu Xiaogang is a waste?"

"Why doesn't our world have a Yu Xiaotian?!"

"Did we overlook such a genius? Or is there some bloodline in the branch families we don't know about?"

Yu Yuanzhen stared at the three characters "Yu Xiaotian" on the Sky Screen, an indescribable sense of loss surging in his heart.

Why?

Why didn't he have a son like that?

He shook his head weakly:

"I only have one eldest son, Yu Xiaogang."

"Our world doesn't have a Xiaotian..."

Many elders began to argue heatedly.

After all, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon had a chance to rise!

Maybe it was because Yu Yuanzhen hadn't raised his son properly!

"Enough! All of you, shut up!"

With a sharp roar.

The previously noisy Council Hall fell silent instantly.

Yu Yuanzhen's beard and hair bristled, his voice barely containing his emotions:

"The Sky Screen has started. Don't argue yet! Let's watch and see!"

As his words fell, golden light swirled across the Sky Screen.

The camera zoomed in on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan decades ago.

A delicate, jade-carved little boy appeared at the center of the frame—it was Yu Xiaogang in his early childhood.

[As the eldest son of the current clan leader, Yu Yuanzhen, Yu Xiaogang was born with a silver spoon in his mouth from the moment he entered the world.]

[The entire clan, from the elders down to the servants, had everyone's eyes fixed on him.]

[They hoped this heir would awaken the most powerful Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirit.]

[Yet, amidst this extreme doting and adulation, Yu Xiaogang revealed a jaw-dropping side of himself.]

[Get lost! This water's too hot—are you trying to scald me to death?]

[At only four or five years old, Yu Xiaogang arrogantly splashed a cup of hot tea onto a maidservant's face.]

[The maidservant didn't dare dodge; she could only kneel and tremble on the ground.]

[On the clan's training grounds, several elders approached with kind smiles, wanting to play with the Young Master.]

[Instead of appreciating it, Yu Xiaogang sneered and slapped away the toy an elder offered.]

[He even pointed at a respected senior and cursed to his face.]

[Old geezer, you think this piece of junk is worthy of me? When I become clan leader, you'll be the first one I kick out!]

Even when facing branch family children of the same age, he always held his head high, wearing an expression that screamed, "You're all lower-class people."

[He'd hit and scold at the slightest provocation, throwing a tantrum whenever things didn't go his way.]

[That arrogant, overbearing demeanor was the spitting image of a spoiled, oversized baby.]

Seeing this scene, the real world instantly erupted.

On Shrek Academy's training ground, the atmosphere turned incredibly awkward.

Tang San stared at the Sky Screen, completely dumbfounded.

He instinctively turned to look at the teacher beside him.

That teacher who always clasped his hands behind his back, flaunting a master's bearing.

In his memory, although Teacher wasn't strong in combat, he was at least learned, composed, and reserved.

But that brat on the Sky Screen—wild and disrespectful to his elders—was that really his teacher?

"This... this is just too..."

Oscar opened his mouth, but couldn't find the right word, so he could only scratch his head awkwardly.

Ning Rongrong, on the other hand, wasn't so polite.

She herself was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, often called the Little Witch.

But seeing Yu Xiaogang's childhood antics, she couldn't help snorting with laughter.

She mercilessly launched into a mocking tirade:

"Oh my, so this is Master? I thought Master had been this deep and brooding since childhood."

"I may have been mischievous in the sect, but I still knew to respect the old and cherish the young. Even when facing Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone, I just acted spoiled."

"Master, you dared to curse at an elder's face at that age?"

"Where did you get the nerve?"

"With such a temper, I thought you were a reincarnated Titled Douluo, but you can't even break through rank 29?"

Ning Rongrong curled her lip, her eyes full of contempt:

"This isn't pride—it's a lack of upbringing! It's outright rebellion, isn't it?"

Though her words were harsh, they left everyone speechless.

Ma Hongjun couldn't help muttering:

"What Rongrong says kind of makes sense—that temper really is bigger than his actual skill..."

Yu Xiaogang stood rooted to the spot, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

He clenched his fists tightly but couldn't refute a single word.

Because that was indeed what he looked like as a child.

That was the last glory of his former genius days.

And also the dark history he least wanted to face now.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Yuanzhen sat in the seat of honor, feeling his face burn with shame.

He didn't dare meet the eyes of the surrounding elders at all.

The truth was exactly as the Sky Screen had shown—back then, he had done it to cultivate Yu Xiaogang's domineering aura.

He had not only failed to curb such arrogant behavior but had instead indulged it.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort came from the left.

An elder with white hair and beard set down his teacup with a heavy clatter, speaking with a sarcastic edge:

"So this is how the Young Master saw me back then."

"An old thing? Hah, what fine upbringing indeed."

"At the time, we tolerated him in every way only because we thought he would one day revitalize the clan."