Yu Xiaogang Throws a Tantrum

The deacon in charge of the test announced the number that drove everyone to despair, his voice trembling.

Innate Soul Power: half a rank

Black World.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Inside the council hall.

Bang!

An ill-tempered elder could no longer endure this public humiliation.

He slapped the table before him to pieces.

Then stormed off with a sweep of his sleeve!

"Disgrace! Utter disgrace!"

"They let the entire continent laugh at our clan! What a splendid show they put on!"

Yu Yuanzhen sat in the seat of honor, his face ashen.

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

That feeling of despair and humiliation still made it hard for him to breathe.

Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong looked at the lost little boy on the Sky Screen.

Her heart clenched painfully.

"So you suffered such a blow when you were young..."

She tightened her grip on her scepter until her knuckles turned white.

At that moment, there was none of the Pope's majesty in her eyes.

There was only a woman's aching tenderness.

"Xiaogang, I shouldn't blame you for being so despondent now. I'll find you and bring you back. I will!"

Shrek Academy.

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

That humiliation he had buried deep within his memories.

Was now laid bare before his students and companions.

"Why..."

His voice was hoarse and filled with resentment.

"Why give me the finest background, only to give me the most useless martial soul?!"

"Heaven is unfair! Heaven is unfair!"

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

Yet he found his throat blocked, unable to think of anything to say.

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

The contrast truly was far too great.

The Sky Screen did not stop. Instead, it continued with even greater cruelty.

Yu Xiaogang, whose Soul Power had tested at half a rank, completely broke down.

Impossible.

This crystal ball must be broken.

He shouted frantically, shoved the deacon aside, and demanded a retest like a madman.

Once: half a rank of Soul Power.

Twice: half a rank of Soul Power.

Three times.

Still half a rank.

Every test was like a resounding slap across his face.

And across the face of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan as well.

Among the guests, those important figures began whispering among themselves. Their shock turned to bafflement, and finally, they watched as though enjoying a show.

The clan elders' faces alternated between green and red.

They wished they could rush up at once and drag this embarrassment away. Every extra second he remained was torture.

Yet Yu Xiaogang was still throwing a hysterical fit.

It was not until all the honored guests had shaken their heads and left.

That Yu Yuanzhen, his face dark, forcibly ordered the guards to drag away the still-crying, still-screaming Yu Xiaogang.

This awakening ceremony came to a hasty end as a farce.

The days after the awakening were when the nightmare truly began.

Though he was still the clan leader's son, Yu Xiaogang, burdened with the label of a useless martial soul and half a rank of Soul Power, became completely twisted inside.

He did not choose to cultivate diligently and make up for his lack of talent through hard work.

Instead, his temper only became more violent.

He vented all his resentment on those around him.

Whether they were servants or elders who had once placed great hopes on him.

Especially when he discovered that his peers and elders, who had once greeted him with smiling faces.

Now looked at him with indifference and even disgust.

His emotions became even more extreme.

One day.

Yu Yuanzhen had endured immense pressure and spared no expense in using the clan leader's authority.

To obtain a precious cultivation resource for Yu Xiaogang from the council of elders.

Hoping it could improve his son's physique and give him even the slightest hope of a breakthrough.

Filled with anticipation, Yu Yuanzhen brought the resource to his son's courtyard.

Bang.

The main gate was tightly shut.

Yu Xiaogang's hysterical roar came from within.

I won't cultivate! What's the point of cultivating?

I'm trash.

You all look down on me.

Get lost! All of you, get lost!

Don't come in.

A mighty Super Douluo and the head of an entire clan humbled himself for his son, only to be turned away at the door by that same son.

At this sight.

Both worlds erupted completely.

Countless discussions sprang up throughout every corner of Douluo Continent.

"My heavens! Is Yu Xiaogang insane?"

"He has a Super Douluo father working so hard to help him, and he still locks himself up just to throw a tantrum?"

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

"If I had a father like that giving me resources, I'd wake up laughing from my dreams. Even with half a rank of Soul Power, I'd cultivate with everything I had!"

Black World.

Shrek Academy.

Ma Hongjun could not help swallowing, muttering in a low voice:

"Good thing my martial soul went from a dirt chicken to a phoenix. If I treated my elders the way Master did."

"Flender would've beaten me to death long ago."

This time, Ning Rongrong did not hide the mockery on her face at all.

She crossed her arms and sneered.

"Well, this really opens my eyes. Even arrogance ought to have limits."

Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone dote on me because I respect and love them.

Yu Xiaogang's useless awakening wasn't the scary part.

The scary part was that his heart had become useless too.

He didn't even possess the most basic principles of being human.

Even Tang San, who had always respected his Teacher and valued the proper path.

Felt a powerful sense of discomfort as he watched the Sky Screen.

His father, Tang Hao, was a drunkard who neglected him completely.

Yet Tang San had still cooked porridge and served him since childhood, never once complaining.

To him, a Teacher for a day was a father for life, and filial piety was the bottom line.

But watching his Teacher treat his own father so cruelly.

The image of a perfect sage in Tang San's heart was collapsing bit by bit.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the Sky Screen and let out a long sigh, his tone full of regret.

"Everyone used to say, 'tiger father has no dog son.' What a pity, Brother Yu devoted so much effort to his eldest son."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin coldly drove the knife in deeper.

"After investing so many resources, he ended up raising nothing but a level-29 waste and an unfilial son."

"If those resources had been given to disciples with decent talent, they likely would have produced another Soul Douluo long ago."

Yu Yuanzhen had underestimated the bitter consequences of indulgent love.

White World.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

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

Looking at the lost Yu Xiaogang on the Sky Screen.

Not only had he given up on himself, but he had locked himself in his room and shouted at his father.

All the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disciples were dumbfounded.

"This is the Second Master?"

"The Sacred Dragon Douluo Yu Xiaogang, who shook the continent and helped his elder brother suppress the age?"

"Impossible! The Second Master is wise and mighty. How could he have been such a shameless, unreasonable brat as a child?"

Everyone's worldview suffered a massive shock.

In their understanding, although the Second Master was not as monstrously talented as the First Master, Yu Xiaotian.

He was still unquestionably an outstanding man. When had he ever shown such an unbearable side?

Inside the Sect Master's grand hall.

Yu Yuanzhen stared in stunned disbelief, before a nameless fury shot straight to his head.