Yu Xiaogang Throws a Tantrum

The steward in charge of the test announced the number that made everyone despair, his voice trembling.

"Innate Soul Power: half a rank."

The Black World.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Inside the council hall.

"Boom!"

An elder with a fiery temper could no longer endure this public execution.

He directly slammed his palm down, shattering the table before him.

Then he swept away, sleeves fluttering!

"Disgrace! An utter disgrace!"

"Letting the whole continent laugh at our clan! What a fine show they've had!"

Yu Yuanzhen sat in the main seat, his face ashen.

Even watching that scene from years ago through a screen again.

The despair and humiliation still suffocated him.

Martial Soul Hall.

Bibi Dong stared at the dejected little boy on the Sky Screen.

Her heart clenched tightly.

"So this was the blow you suffered as a child..."

She gripped her scepter tightly, her knuckles turning white.

At this moment, there was no Pope's authority in her eyes.

Only the ache of a woman's heart.

"Xiaogang, I shouldn't blame you for your current despondency. I will bring you back. I will!"

Shrek Academy.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot, his body trembling violently.

That humiliation, buried deep in the recesses of his memory.

Was now laid bare before his students and companions.

"Why..."

His voice was hoarse, filled with resentment.

"Why give me the most noble birth, yet the most worthless Martial Soul?!"

"Heaven is unjust! Heaven is unjust!"

Tang San watched his teacher, who was on the verge of collapse, and wanted to step forward to comfort him.

But found his throat blocked, as if he couldn't find the words.

Meanwhile, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others exchanged glances, their expressions utterly strange.

The disparity was indeed too great.

The Sky Screen did not stop; instead, it continued playing even more cruelly.

[Yu Xiaogang, who had measured half a rank of soul power, completely collapsed]

[Impossible]

[This crystal ball must be broken]

[He shouted and pushed the steward away recklessly, demanding a retest like a madman]

[First time: half a rank of soul power]

[Second time: half a rank of soul power]

[Third time]

[Still half a rank]

[Each test was like a slap fiercely striking his face]

[And also striking the face of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan]

[In the guest seats, those big shots began to whisper among themselves, their shock turning into amusement, and finally into spectatorship]

[The faces of the clan elders shifted between green and red]

[They wished they could rush up immediately and drag this disgraceful wretch away; every extra second was torture]

[Yet Yu Xiaogang was still there, hysterical]

[Until all the honored guests shook their heads and left]

[In the end, it was Yu Yuanzhen who, with a dark face, forcibly ordered the guards to drag away the still-crying Yu Xiaogang.]

[This awakening ceremony ended as a farce, hastily concluded.]

[The days after awakening were the true beginning of the nightmare.]

[Though he was still the clan leader's son, Yu Xiaogang, burdened with the title of a crippled martial soul and half a rank of spirit power, had his mentality completely twisted.]

[He did not choose to train hard, letting the slow bird fly first.]

[Instead, his temper grew even more violent.]

[He vented all his resentment on the people around him.]

[Whether it was the servants or the elders who had once placed high hopes on him.]

[Especially when he discovered that the peers and elders who had once greeted him with smiles.]

[Now looked at him with eyes full of coldness, even disgust.]

[His emotions became even more extreme.]

[One day.]

[It was when Yu Yuanzhen, bearing immense pressure and not hesitating to use his authority as clan leader.]

[Had fought to obtain a precious cultivation resource for Yu Xiaogang from the Council of Elders.]

[Hoping to help his son improve his constitution and strive for that sliver of hope.]

[Yu Yuanzhen, full of anticipation, carried the resource to his son's courtyard.]

[Boom.]

[As a result, the door was tightly shut.]

[From inside came Yu Xiaogang's hysterical roar.]

["I won't train! What's the use of training?"]

["I'm trash!"]

["You all look down on me!"]

["Get lost! All of you get lost!"]

["Don't come in!"]

[A dignified Super Douluo and clan leader, humbling himself for his son, only to be shut out and refused entry.]

Seeing this scene.

Both worlds completely erupted.

Countless discussions arose in every corner of the Douluo Continent.

"Heavens! This Yu Xiaogang is way too outrageous, isn't he?"

"Having a Super Douluo father who goes all out to help him, and he still locks himself up to throw a tantrum?"

"This is the so-called Master? He's nothing but a spoiled brat!"

"If I had a father like that giving me resources, I'd laugh in my dreams. Even with half a rank of spirit power, I'd train like crazy!"

Black World.

Shrek Academy.

Ma Hongjun couldn't help but swallow his saliva and muttered quietly:

"Good thing my martial soul went from a dirt chicken to a phoenix. If I treated my elders like Master does..."

"I'd probably have been beaten to death by Dean Flender by now."

Ning Rongrong this time didn't even bother to hide the sneer on her face.

She crossed her arms and said coldly:

"This is truly an eye-opener. Even arrogance should know its limits."

She thought to herself, Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone dote on me because I respect and love them.

This Yu Xiaogang—having a crippled awakening isn't the scary part.

What's scary is that his heart is crippled too.

He doesn't even have the basics of being a decent person.

Even Tang San, who had always respected teachers and valued the Way.

Now looked at the Sky Screen and felt a strong sense of discomfort in his heart.

His father, Tang Hao, was a drunkard who never cared for him.

But from a young age, he still cooked porridge and served him, never complaining.

In his view, a teacher for a day is a father for life—filial piety was the bottom line.

Yet, seeing his Teacher treat his own biological father with such a vile attitude...

The image of the perfect wise man in Tang San's heart was crumbling, piece by piece.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the Sky Screen and let out a long sigh, his tone filled with regret:

"Back then, everyone said a tiger father has no dog son. What a pity for Brother Yu's investment in his eldest son."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin coldly drove the point home:

"With all those resources poured in, all he raised was a 29th Rank waste and an unfilial son."

"If those resources had been given to a disciple with decent talent, we'd probably have another Soul Douluo by now."

Yu Yuanzhen had miscalculated the consequences of his doting.

White World.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the White World was completely different from the Black World.

Watching Yu Xiaogang on the Sky Screen—listless, slacking off, locking himself in his room, and shouting at his father—

The disciples of the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were dumbfounded.

"Is this the Second Master?"

"That Sacred Dragon Douluo Yu Xiaogang who shook the continent and helped his elder brother suppress the world?"

"Impossible! The Second Master is wise and mighty—how could he have been such a rogue and scoundrel as a child?"

Everyone's worldview was severely shaken.

In their understanding, although the Second Master wasn't as monstrously talented as the First Master Yu Xiaotian, he was still a dragon among men. When had he ever shown such a disgraceful side?

Inside the Sect Master's main hall.

Yu Yuanzhen stared in shock, then a surge of inexplicable rage rushed straight to his head.