Just as Yu Xiaogang was moved by himself.
[The Sky Screen shifted.] [White World, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan] [For Yu Xiaotian, who possessed top-tier resources, three months were enough to completely transform him.] [During this time, the gates to Yu Xiaotian's courtyard remained tightly shut.] [A faint, peculiar fragrance drifted through the air.] [It was the lingering aroma released as the Holy Light Glazed Flower was refined!] [Roar—!!!] [A resounding dragon's roar echoed through heaven and earth.] [The martial souls of many clan disciples who were cultivating began trembling uncontrollably.] [It was suppression originating from deep within their bloodlines.] [The Three-Eyed Demon beside Yu Xiaotian had already undergone a tremendous change.] [The plump Three-Eyed Demon that had once only known how to attack by farting had now changed beyond recognition.] [Although it had previously begun transforming into a Golden Sacred Dragon hatchling, its form had not been obvious.] [Now, though its body was still not particularly huge,] [its entire body was covered in thick golden dragon scales, and dragon horns had grown from its head.] [Every scale seemed to contain explosive power.] [Those once foolishly adorable eyes were now filled with intelligence and majesty.] [With the Holy Light Glazed Flower, Three-Eyed Demon had completely finished its transformation.] [Its Golden Sacred Dragon hatchling form had stabilized.] [Meanwhile, Soul Power surged around Yu Xiaotian's body. He had astonishingly reached Level 18.] [Eight years old! Level 18! What a terrifying concept!] [Even in the history of Douluo Continent, such a talent was exceedingly rare!] [Yu Xiaotian lightly clenched his fist, pale golden Soul Power dancing at his fingertips.] [Feeling the surging Soul Power within him, a confident curve lifted at the corner of his lips.] [Even someone with Innate Full Soul Power could not possibly improve this quickly after obtaining their first soul ring.] [But Yu Xiaotian was not complacent!] ["I have strength, and I have cultivation."] [But he only had Soul Power and lacked actual combat experience!] [Yu Xiaotian stroked Three-Eyed Demon's dragon horn, a hint of longing for battle flashing through his eyes.] [Sanpao lowered his head and affectionately rubbed against his palm.] [A low dragon's roar rumbled from its throat, as if responding to its master's fighting spirit!] ["All talk and no action is worthless."] ["Without being tempered by blood, one would ultimately be nothing more than a flower in a greenhouse, breaking at the first bend."] [At this moment, inside the clan's council hall,] [an invitation from Thunder Academy lay on the table.]
Black World.
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
"Impossible!!!"
Yu Xiaogang stared fixedly at the Sky Screen.
His eyes nearly popped out, bloodshot veins filling them.
His entire face twisted.
His trembling hand almost instinctively summoned his martial soul.
"Luo luo..."
Three-Eyed Demon appeared by his feet.
It looked foolishly at its master.
Not knowing why its master was angry, it merely rubbed against his leg on instinct.
Yu Xiaogang lowered his head.
He looked at his own Three-Eyed Demon.
Those short little limbs, that ridiculous pig nose, that attack method that could only fart.
Then he looked back up.
At the majestic Golden Sacred Dragon on the Sky Screen, whose single dragon roar intimidated the entire clan.
They were both Three-Eyed Demon.
They were both mutations.
Why?
Why was there such a vast difference between them?!
Yu Xiaogang's mentality completely collapsed!
"Why? Why?!"
He kicked Three-Eyed Demon away from his feet.
Three-Eyed Demon rolled away pitifully, letting out whimpering snorts.
"That is clearly Three-Eyed Demon too! That is my martial soul!"
"Why can Three-Eyed Demon in his world become a real dragon, while mine can only be a pig?!"
"Golden Sacred Dragon... that is the Golden Sacred Dragon I dreamed of evolving into!"
"That is an extravagant hope I never even dared to imagine!"
For so many years.
He had written countless theories, telling the world.
That martial soul mutation was uncontrollable, a matter of probability.
That he had simply been unlucky, that heaven had treated him unfairly.
But now, the Sky Screen ruthlessly tore open the truth and smashed it into his face:
This was not a matter of luck!
This was a matter of brains!
It was because he was stupid!
It was because he lacked the foresight to fight for precious herbs!
It was because he lacked the ability to make use of resources!
The resources were right there in Spirit Hall, yet he had not known to seek them out.
What made him even more despairing was that rank.
[Eight years old, Level 18.]
Yu Xiaogang, even at his current age.
Had only barely broken through the threshold of Rank 30!
It had taken him decades!
Yet Yu Xiaotian, at eight years old, had already walked the road Yu Xiaogang had spent half his life traveling!
"He relies on medicine! Yes! He is just a medicine pot!"
"Soul Power raised through medicine must have an unstable foundation!"
"He definitely has no combat ability! He will shatter at the first touch!"
He was like a drowning man.
Desperately trying to grab even a single straw to prove his own superiority.
Just then, the words [Thunder Academy Exchange Tournament] appeared on the screen.
A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.
That was right!
He remembered!
When he had been eight or nine years old.
There really had been an exchange tournament at Thunder Academy!
Back then, his father, Yu Yuanzhen, had specifically turned down the competition to protect him and had not let him go.
Because it was actual combat, a fight of fist against flesh.
Though he had regretted being unable to show off his theories, he had secretly been glad he would not have to get beaten up.
Thinking about it now...
That Yu Xiaotian on the Sky Screen was only eight years old!
In Yu Xiaogang's view, someone as proud as Yu Xiaotian would definitely go!
And even Yu Xiaotian, at eight years old, was going to participate in this sort of real combat exchange filled with fifteen- and sixteen-year-old youths?
What kind of place was Thunder Academy?
It was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Reserve, filled with arrogant Thunder Soul Masters who worshipped violence!
Wasn't this simply courting death?
A smile curled across Yu Xiaogang's lips.
"Hehe, Yu Xiaotian, you may be clever, but you are too arrogant."
"Since you want to show off, if you want a say, you will definitely go. But I know all too well how ruthlessly those people from Thunder Academy strike."
"You are only an eight-year-old child. Could you possibly defy heaven?"
"I will enjoy this show."
"I will watch how you get beaten until you are crawling around looking for your teeth!"
A twisted sense of anticipation.
Made Yu Xiaogang stare fixedly at the Sky Screen!
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Inside the council hall.
Yu Yuanzhen sat in the Sect Master's seat.
He stared blankly at the golden hatchling dragon on the Sky Screen.
"Golden Sacred Dragon..."
The Grand Elder's voice was incomparably hoarse.
"Yu Xiaotian actually cultivated it all by himself?"
"Using only a single herb?"
Everyone's gazes unconsciously turned toward the outside of the hall.
That direction was Yu Xiaogang's residence.
They were both Three-Eyed Demon.
One was a pig that could only fart, while the other was a dragon that shook the world.
Such an enormous disparity made every elder feel suffocated.
"If... if only we had also been able to..."
Yu Luomian muttered, but before he could finish, he fell silent.
There were no ifs.
Their Yu Xiaogang did not have the brains to seek out Spirit Hall.
Nor did he have the courage to defy fate and change his destiny at eight years old.
Shrek Academy.
Tang San looked at the Sky Screen, and his entire mood soured.
The Mysterious Heaven Skill he had been so proud of, the Twin Martial Souls he had been so proud of.
Before an eight-year-old at Level 18, they all seemed to pale into insignificance.
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