Bibi Dong's Grievances in the Dark World, Is Yu Xiao Gang the Key Figure?

Black World, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

A luxuriously decorated carriage came to a halt.

What Yu Xiaogang saw was not flowers welcoming his return.

Instead, he was met with countless gazes filled with mockery and disdain.

They were even looking at him as if he were some rare, exotic beast.

The scene of that Butt Pig farting and blasting people away on the Sky Screen was still fresh in everyone's minds.

Now, the main character had returned.

The disciples guarding the gate were holding back their laughter so hard that their faces had turned the color of liver.

The whispers were quiet.

Yet, they pierced into Yu Xiaogang's eardrums like sharp swords:

"Look, that's the genius who proved that dragons are pigs."

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense, be careful or he'll use his First Soul Skill to 'stink you to death'!"

"Hahaha, I heard that fart could even shatter rocks, let's stay a bit further away..."

Yu Xiaogang's face turned livid in an instant.

The flicker of determination to make a comeback that had just ignited within him.

Was nearly extinguished by this bucket of cold water.

But when he thought of the majestic, universally revered Yu Xiaotian.

The flames of jealousy and resentment in his heart burned fiercely once again.

"A flock of swallows, how could they understand the ambitions of a swan!"

"If Yu Xiaotian can do it, and I have the Sky Screen script, I can do it too!"

"As long as I can evolve, even if I am a joke now, I will be a legend in the future!"

He roared frantically in his heart, brainwashing himself.

Yu Luomian, walking in front, felt as if needles were pricking his back.

As a Soul Douluo, his hearing was exceptionally keen.

Even though those taunts were directed at Yu Xiaogang.

But as the guide who had brought this clown back, he felt his old face had been thoroughly disgraced.

"Damn it, I should have just let him fend for himself out there."

Yu Luomian cursed inwardly.

Just then, a young child who looked no more than six or seven years old innocently tugged at the sleeve of the adult beside him and asked loudly:

"Daddy, why is that uncle going to catch a pig? Is it because he thinks pigs are stronger than dragons?"

In that instant, the air seemed to freeze.

Yu Xiaogang slipped, nearly falling flat on his face.

Yu Luomian's face turned black. He grabbed Yu Xiaogang by the arm and growled:

"Let's go! Haven't you embarrassed us enough?!"

The two of them practically fled the scene.

The sense of shame in Yu Xiaogang's heart was gradually replaced by a twisted rage.

Why?! Why did Yu Xiaotian get to choose the Devouring Dragon, while I got the Butt Pig?

We are both our father's sons, and we share the same blood!

It's the resources! It must be that the resources weren't enough!

If I had known the walkthrough for that world earlier, how could I have taken the wrong path?

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Great Hall.

The atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.

The Clan Master, Yu Yuanzhen, sat high on the main seat, his face as dark as water.

That usually dignified face was now as black as the bottom of a pot.

The elders on both sides were being sarcastic, their eyes filled with disdain.

The moment Yu Xiaogang stepped into the hall, the powder keg finally exploded.

"Bang!"

Yu Yuanzhen slammed his palm against the armrest.

The entire rosewood table shattered instantly!

"You rebellious son! You still have the nerve to come back?!"

This roar was infused with soul power, causing Yu Xiaogang's blood to churn violently.

Yu Yuanzhen pointed at the Sky Screen, his finger trembling:

"Look at the Sky Screen! And look at the mess you've made!"

"Butt Pig? Are you trying to be the death of me?!"

"You have disgraced the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family entirely!"

In the past.

Facing such thunderous rage from his father.

Yu Xiaogang might have been timid and submissive, bowing his head to admit his faults.

But at this moment, he had been pushed to the edge of a cliff; one step back meant falling into an abyss.

An inexplicable courage welled up within him.

Or perhaps, the shameless stubbornness of a dead pig that fears no boiling water.

He took a deep breath, and instead of kneeling.

He stepped forward, stiffened his neck, and shouted:

"Setting aside my own mistakes, are you truly without fault, Father?"

"If you had firmly dissuaded me, things would be different now!"

"How can you all only see the surface of things!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall erupted in an uproar.

Everyone was stunned!

No matter what, Yu Yuanzhen was a Super Douluo!

And you, a piece of trash, are actually pointing fingers at your own father?

Yu Yuanzhen was so angry he nearly coughed up blood.

At this moment, the Third Elder let out a cold sneer.

He slammed the account book in his hand onto the ground:

"A mere facade? Three hundred stalks of Dragon Spirit Grass, fifty Snow Silkworms, and countless pills of all kinds from the family's reserves—all of them ended up in your stomach!"

"And in the end, you let out a fart that smoked us all out. You call that a facade?"

"Then what is the truth?"

"The truth is that you are a complete and utter spendthrift!"

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red, but he knew he could not back down.

If he retreated now, he would be completely finished.

"The Third Elder is mistaken!"

Yu Xiaogang retorted loudly, his voice cracking from agitation:

"How could the process of becoming stronger ever be that smooth?"

"I admit, the Butt Pig's choice seemed a bit radical at the time."

"But that was just an accident!"

"It wasn't supposed to be a fart-based Spirit Skill!"

"And even so!"

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning with fanaticism as he pointed at the Sky Screen:

"The Sky Screen has already proven that the Three-Eyed Demon can evolve!"

"The Three-Eyed Demon in that world became a Golden Sacred Dragon, which proves that the foundation of my Martial Soul is not the problem!"

"Since the foundation is fine, then it must be a problem with the cultivation method!"

"I didn't come back here to listen to your reprimands; I came for the sake of the family's future!"

"The future?" another elder scoffed.

"You still have the nerve to talk about the future? That pig spirit ring of yours has already locked away your future."

Yu Xiaogang roared:

"If Yu Xiaotian in that world can do it, then I can too!"

"As long as the family is willing to give me one more chance, and provide me with enough resources."

"Let me follow the guide from that world and use the blood essence of a top-tier Sub-dragon species for a baptism."

"If you even help me hunt and devour a Devouring Dragon as my third spirit ring, I can defy the heavens and change my fate!"

"When that time comes, I won't be a piece of trash; I will be the possessor of a Golden Sacred Dragon!"

"As long as I become a Titled Douluo, what are the meager resources the clan lost before?"

"That is merely a drop in the ocean!"

These words were utterly shameless.

Not only did he feel no guilt whatsoever, but he was also righteously demanding even more resources.

It was as if the clan owed him.

It was as if his previous failures were only because the support the clan provided wasn't enough.

The elders were stunned by his brazenness.

They had seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless.

He had chosen a pig as his spirit ring himself, and now he wanted the clan to clean up his mess.

He even had the audacity to dream of hunting a Devouring Dragon?

Yu Yuanzhen was so angry he laughed, and he was just about to order this rebellious son to be dragged out and disciplined according to clan law.

However, Yu Luomian, who had been silent until now, stepped forward.

Although he also felt that Yu Xiaogang was trash.

He had already placed his bets on Yu Xiaogang.

Furthermore, while these words from Yu Xiaogang were shameless and nothing more than empty promises.

They did accurately strike at the clan's pain point.

Although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was one of the Upper Three Sects, they were struggling to hold on with only Yu Yuanzhen as a Titled Douluo.

Compared to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Clear Sky Sect, their foundation was indeed a notch lower.

A Golden Sacred Dragon! This temptation was too great.

"Ahem..."

Yu Luomian gave a light cough, interrupting the impending conflict:

"Big brother, elders, please hold your anger."

He walked to the center of the hall, though he cursed Yu Xiaogang a hundred times in his heart.

But aloud, he said:

"Although Xiaogang went down the wrong path in the past."

"This child is right about one thing: Three-Eyed Demon truly has the potential to evolve into a Golden Sacred Dragon."

"We were crossing the river by feeling for stones before, but now that we have a bridge, there is no reason not to cross it."

"After all, the Sky Screen is a reference!"

Subsequently, he lowered his voice:

"And do not forget, everyone, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of Xiaogang, Flender, and my Er Long."

"If Xiaogang can break through, that would be a combat power that truly surpasses a Titled Douluo!"

"For the sake of the clan's grand plan, it is worth gambling these resources!"

Profit.

Naked, unadulterated profit.

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes flickered violently.

As the Sect Master, he was utterly disappointed in this son.

But as a father, he naturally had his own selfish motives!

The hall fell into an eerie silence.

Yu Xiaogang stood there, his back already soaked in cold sweat.

Yet, he maintained that expression of being entirely for the good of the clan.

After a long while, Yu Yuanzhen let out a long sigh, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Fine, I will trust you one last time."

His voice was filled with exhaustion and helplessness:

"But if you waste this training, Yu Xiaogang, you can go to the back mountain and feed the pigs yourself, and never set foot in the sect again!"

Upon hearing this, a flash of wild joy crossed Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

He even swore an oath:

"Yu Xiaotian made a Three-Year Agreement, but I only need three months!"