Something's Not Right, No One's Provoking?

The Sky Screen focused.

Young Bibi Dong was hunched over her desk, writing furiously.

Her exquisitely beautiful face lacked the icy coldness and majesty of her future self.

The handwriting on the letter paper was delicate and graceful, revealing a sense of earnestness.

"To my dear Brother Xiaotian,"

"Since our hurried parting last time, I have been very curious about the Giant of Light you mentioned—Tiga, from the Aimu 78 Nebula."

"How exactly did he overcome the darkness? I am very intrigued."

"If it is convenient, could you write back and tell me a little about it?"

"My cultivation lessons have been overwhelming lately, and I feel quite troubled. Only by thinking of the stories you told can I find peace of mind..."

Bibi Dong carefully sent the letter off.

However, the letter was intercepted the moment it was sent.

Pope Palace, Qian Xunji's study.

Qian Xunji looked at the contents of the letter, his brows locked in a frown, his eyes filled with contempt.

"Giant of Light? Tiga? What kind of nonsense is this!"

"If there is any light, it can only be brought by the Angel God!"

"Simply preposterous!"

Qian Xunji let out a cold snort, and sacred Angel Fire ignited in his palm.

Whoosh—!

The letter paper instantly turned to ash, leaving not even a scrap behind.

"Dong'er is the most gifted Saintess Martial Soul Hall has seen in thousands of years; she is the future Pope!"

"How can she waste her thoughts on such romantic trivialities and absurd stories?"

Qian Xunji stood with his hands behind his back, looking out the window in the direction of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

A sneer of disdain curled the corners of his lips.

"That brat named Yu Xiaotian? Hmph, he's nothing but a piece of trash with a mutated martial soul."

"I heard he's just a pig that can only fart?"

"Does a person like that deserve to be missed by my disciple?"

Black World

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Back Mountain Library

"Hehe... hehehe!"

A spine-chilling, eerie laugh shattered the silence of the library.

Yu Xiaogang clutched a feather duster in his hand.

He watched the letter turn to ashes on the Sky Screen.

He laughed until he doubled over, tears almost streaming from his eyes.

"Burned well! Burned well indeed! Qian Xunji!"

"So, the Yu Xiaotian of that world never received the letter! Bibi Dong never managed to contact him at all!"

"Hahahaha! What Giant of Light, what Tiga—in the end, wasn't it all for nothing?"

This was a form of extremely twisted schadenfreude.

Even if I am incompetent, even if I am a failure.

Seeing that perfect Yu Xiaotian suffer a setback made Yu Xiaogang feel an incomparable sense of balance and gratification!

Even if he had no idea what an "Ultraman" was.

He knew that in this round, Yu Xiaotian had not won!

Shrek Academy.

Ning Rongrong's face flushed red with anger, and she stomped her foot fiercely.

"How could that Qian Xunji be like this!"

"It's one thing to peek at someone else's letter, but to burn it!"

"He is simply... simply an old fossil!"

Beside her, Flender pushed up his glasses, his expression strange.

"Uh, Rongrong, isn't the main point supposed to be the Ultraman?"

"This Yu Xiaotian is quite good at spinning stories to woo girls..."

Flender thought to himself.

If he could transform into light and save the Douluo Continent!

What a wonderful thing that would be!

Ma Hongjun looked on with envy: "If I had that kind of eloquence, I wouldn't have been short of girlfriends a long time ago."

Martial Soul Hall.

Bibi Dong watched the scene, her fingers gripping her scepter turning slightly white.

But immediately after, a feeling of inexplicable relief welled up in her heart.

"It's a good thing the letter was intercepted."

"If that letter had been sent back then, perhaps I wouldn't have met Xiaogang, would I?"

White World.

Martial Soul Hall.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, having just emerged from seclusion, happened to see this scene on the Sky Screen.

He turned his head.

Looking at the stiff-faced Qian Xunji beside him, he teased:

"Since the Great Worship Qian Daoliu isn't here, I'll speak plainly."

"Xunji, I never expected you to have such leisure and interest back in the day?"

"Intercepting a little girl's letter?"

Qian Xunji was completely dumbfounded.

Isn't this an old debt from over a decade ago?

Ever since Yu Xiaotian displayed his peerless talent later on.

He had long since started treating Yu Xiaotian like a golden son-in-law, so how could he dare to stop him?

"No, Second Worship, why is this Sky Screen specifically targeting my dark history for public execution?!"

Qian Xunji was on the verge of tears.

Now it was all over; the entire continent knew he was a villain.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Back mountain.

Bibi Dong, nestled beside Yu Xiaotian, flashed a look of mock reproach in her beautiful eyes.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the ridiculous things my teacher did back then, I would have been exchanging letters with you, Brother Xiaotian, long ago!"

"I was so sad for such a long time when I didn't receive a reply. I even thought you hated me."

Yu Xiaotian pulled her shoulder closer and smiled gently.

"Silly girl, how could I ever hate you?"

"Look, aren't we together now?"

As he spoke, he casually peeled a grape and fed it to Bibi Dong.

Yu Xiaogang: ...

I'd better just watch the Sky Screen!

[The Sky Screen imagery shifts]

[White World, six months later]

[Relying on his ultimate understanding of Martial Soul theory and the tilt of family resources]

[At this moment, Yu Xiaotian's spirit power has reached level 16!]

[This cultivation speed has left the elders of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in awe, regarding him as a prodigy.]

[But Yu Xiaotian is not satisfied.]

[Inside the clan's main hall, the nearly eight-year-old boy stands with his hands behind his back.]

[Facing his father, Yu Yuanzhen, who sits in the seat of honor, he makes a shocking statement.]

["Father, I want to make a trip to Martial Soul Hall."]

["Luo Sanpao's evolutionary path is toward the Golden Sacred Dragon, which requires the guidance of ultimate light power."]

["The family is rich in thunder-attribute resources, but lacks resources with the divine attribute."]

["Martial Soul Hall's herb garden cultivates a Holy Light Glazed Flower. I am determined to obtain it."]

["Nonsense!"]

Before Yu Yuanzhen could even speak, his second uncle, Yu Luomian, immediately jumped out.

He still remembered being extorted out of a Thunder Source Crystal by Yu Xiaotian half a year ago.

At this moment, he was attempting to reclaim the dignity of an elder.

"Xiaotian! You are far too ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Yu Luomian pointed toward the direction of the main gate, looking pained and heartbroken.

"The Martial Soul Hall and our Upper Three Sects have always been at odds despite appearances. If you go there, aren't you just walking right into a trap?"

"Furthermore, that Holy Light Glazed Flower is a top-tier light-attribute treasure. What do you intend to use to trade for it?"

"Are you planning to use the Whale Rubber from the family's inventory?"

Upon hearing the words "Whale Rubber," the surrounding elders began to whisper among themselves.

"That's right!"

"Light-attribute resources are precious, but they aren't impossible to collect! The function of Whale Rubber is a piece of invaluable intelligence!"

The elders' perspectives were, after all, limited.

In their view, something like Whale Rubber was best kept and used in secret.

Taking it out for trade would easily leak confidential information.

Black World.

"Yu Xiaotian is being a bit too short-sighted!"

"Sitting on a mountain of gold while begging for food! Does he not understand the principle of long-term planning?"

"If we had discovered the function of Whale Rubber, we would have wanted to take that secret to our graves. How could we possibly sell it off?"

Everyone generally held conservative views.

They felt that good things should be hidden away and kept to oneself.

Yu Xiaotian knew that someone would discover the function of Whale Rubber sooner or later, so it was better to use it quickly to trade for precious resources.