High Spirits! Ning Zhenyuan Gave Herbs, Tang Wei Gave a Soul Tool

The atmosphere in the VIP seating was completely different from the surrounding frenzy.

Ning Zhenyuan and Tang Wei both stared directly at Yu Yuanzhen, their eyes filled with complicated, turbulent emotions.

Their eyes reddened unconsciously.

There was shock and amazement.

But more than anything, there was jealousy.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan...

This time, it was truly going to rise!

Tang Wei's lips moved slightly, his voice dry.

"Brother Yuanzhen, your clan... is going to produce a True Dragon."

Ning Zhenyuan let out a long breath. His expression had not been pleasant to begin with, but seeing Tang Wei's look, his mood improved slightly.

After all... Ning Fengzhi's Innate Soul Power simply could not compare with Yu Xiaoheng's.

"More than a True Dragon. No matter how talented that boy Tang Hao is, how could he compare to a genius with the Golden Sacred Dragon Martial Soul?"

"Besides..."

Ning Zhenyuan paused.

"He can even use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"

Martial Soul Fusion Skill!

Those five words were like a mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts.

Could Tang Hao do it?

Perhaps the entire structure of the Upper Three Sects would have to be completely rewritten from this day onward.

No.

It would not be rewritten.

Perhaps there would no longer be an Upper Three Sects.

Instead... there would be the "Upper Two Sects," and one colossal force reigning alone above the clouds!

Listening to his two old friends' sighs, Yu Yuanzhen stroked his long beard. His face was filled with unconcealed delight, and his heart had never felt so exhilarated.

Wasn't his lifelong wish for the clan to flourish and surpass the Clear Sky Sect and the Glazed Two Sects?

Today, that wish seemed within reach!

But at that moment.

The smile on Yu Yuanzhen's face suddenly froze.

He slowly reined in his smile, his gaze passing over the wildly cheering crowd before landing on one corner of the Martial Arts Platform.

There, Mountain Calls and Sea Roars erupted as everyone rejoiced.

Every disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was shouting for their new Young Master, driven mad with anticipation for the clan's brilliant future.

Only one person.

Only Yu Xiaogang stood where he was, completely motionless.

He did not cheer. He did not shout.

On that face identical to Yu Xiaoheng's was a deathly pale stillness.

The world spun around him.

The cheers by his ears were like Mountain Calls and Sea Roars, yet they seemed separated from him by a thick curtain of water, becoming blurred and piercing.

Yu Xiaogang only felt darkness clouding his vision as his blood surged violently toward his head.

Liu Erlong...

A Martial Soul Fusion Skill...

He understood what that meant earlier than anyone present.

The Martial Soul Theory knowledge he had acquired through sleepless nights and exhaustive study of countless ancient texts, the knowledge he had once been so Proud Of.

But now, that knowledge told him that a Martial Soul Fusion Skill represented a bond at the level of the soul.

For the rest of her life, Liu Erlong would be entangled with Yu Xiaoheng.

He no longer had even the slightest possibility.

His heart and guts shattered!

What truly crushed all his reason was that earth-shaking declaration of "Innate Soul Power Level Ten"!

Level nine and a half was considered genius-tier within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

But Level Ten...

Innate Full Soul Power—throughout the entire history of Douluo Continent, such people were legends destined to leave their names in history!

So long as they did not die prematurely and received the clan's full support, they were practically guaranteed to become Title Douluo in the future!

They were true peerless prodigies!

And what about him?

In Yu Xiaogang's mind appeared the faint glow from the day of his awakening, so weak it had been almost negligible.

Level 0.7.

Even qualifying to become a Soul Master had been a luxury beyond his reach.

Could he break through Level Thirty in this lifetime?

What Basis!

What Basis did he have, as a twin brother and a Martial Soul mutant just like him, to shine so brilliantly while I... fell into a bottomless abyss!

"Gah..."

His eyes turned bloodshot. He suddenly raised his fist and slammed it down with all his strength onto the hard bluestone beneath his feet!

Bang—!

His knuckles collided with the stone slab, leaving flesh and blood mangled.

Yet he felt not the slightest pain. Only a violent thought exploded inside his mind.

"Luo... Luo..."

A round, purple creature shaped like a little pig waddled over. It cautiously rubbed against his leg and let out a weak whimper.

His only Martial Soul.

And also the symbol of his humiliation.

Yu Xiaogang's gaze twisted as he looked at Luo Sanpao approaching him.

He swung his hand and viciously slapped it away.

"Get lost!"

"Whimper..."

Luo Sanpao was sent rolling several times by the slap before crashing into a distant stone pillar, letting out a pained whine.

But it merely shook its head in grievance, then once again limped pitifully toward Yu Xiaogang.

Just then.

Several figures pushed through the frenzied crowd and arrived at the corner.

Yu Xiaogang raised his head. Through his blurred vision, he saw several familiar faces—the clan members of his sect.

Were they... here to comfort me?

"Young Master Xiao Gang..."

The man spoke.

"It's all your fault!"

Yu Xiaogang froze.

That clan member pointed at him.

"If you hadn't been born his twin and polluted his bloodline!"

"Young Master Xiaoheng's talent would have been even greater! He might have even surpassed the Ancestor!"

"It was you! You worthless trash! You harmed the Young Master! You harmed the clan!"

"How could the clan have produced such a disgraceful thing like you!"

Pfft—!

Yu Xiaogang spat out another mouthful of blood, which splashed across the bluestone slabs before him in glaring scarlet.

An Aged Figure pushed through the crowd and walked in.

He was an elder of the clan.

He looked at Yu Xiaogang, collapsed on the ground and barely breathing, with a complicated expression.

There was sympathy and pity.

But even more than that, there was furious disappointment and... deeply buried resentment.

"Enough. Xiao Gang is also the Sect Master's son. Stop it."

No one paid any attention to this minor interruption.

A hearty laugh rang out from the Martial Arts Arena. Ning Zhenyuan, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, parted the crowd and strode forward.

"Haha! Young Master Xiaoheng truly is the Son of the Qilin! His future achievements will be limitless!"

With a flick of his wrist, an exquisite Jade Box appeared out of thin air. He handed it to Yu Xiaoheng.

"A small gift for our first meeting. Please accept it as a token of my regard."

The Jade Box opened, revealing three spiritual herbs that shimmered with dawnlight, as though carved from white jade, along with two Crimson Ganoderma shaped like dragon scales and giving off a faint bloody aura.

"Three Dawnlight Grass plants, and two Dragon Blood Ganoderma!"

An elder In the Crowd who recognized the items let out a startled cry.

Ning Zhenyuan took out another, smaller Jade Box and handed it to Liu Erlong beside him, his smile unchanged.

"Miss Second Dragon's Fire Dragon Martial Soul is also among the finest. This Crimson Flame Flower may be considered a small token of regard from my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Yu Xiaoheng's heart stirred.

Dawnlight Grass... Dragon Blood Ganoderma...

These were precious medicinal herbs that he had struggled to obtain even after spending enormous amounts of money and calling in countless connections during his previous business dealings. He had only barely acquired them through luck.

Yet now, Ning Zhenyuan had casually gifted five portions of them.

Tang Wei, Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, who stood nearby, nodded.

He likewise brought out his congratulatory gift.

It was an ancient-looking ring.

"The Ancient Heart Ring, a Soul Tool with nearly a hundred cubic meters of space inside."

Tang Wei kept his words brief.