Yu Xiaogang: It's Just a Little Bit of Wind and Frost

Bottom of Thunder Pool.

Yu Xiaoheng slowly opened his eyes.

Within those once pitch-black pupils, specks of silver-blue lightning now flickered and vanished in their depths, as though a Thunder Star Sea lay hidden within.

He examined his body inwardly.

Dragon Body Perfection—his sinews and bones resonated in unison, his blood and vitality flowed like mercury.

Upon the Golden Sacred Dragon Martial Soul, that domineering Thunder Mark Imprint gave him an intimate, blood-connected affinity with the Thunder Force around him.

It worked!

Excitement surged in Yu Xiaoheng's heart.

Sure enough, it was just as he had thought before.

The instability of his martial soul was not a flaw!

It also represented limitless malleability, the possibility of evolution!

Using the Thunder Pool as a furnace and the Sacred Dragon Bone as his foundation, he had successfully granted his Golden Sacred Dragon Martial Soul the authority to command lightning!

This was only the beginning.

In the future—flames, ice, light, darkness...

His martial soul would possess limitless possibilities!

At that moment, Yu Xiaoheng's figure was entirely shrouded in lightning, appearing incomparably perilous.

Yet in truth, with a thought from him, the vast thunder was completely devoured, becoming nourishment for the Thunder Mark Imprint and thoroughly solidifying this evolution!

At the same time, outside the Thunder Pool, the fervent cheers gradually subsided.

Because the Lightning Vortex, which had originally begun to shrink, not only failed to disperse but instead maintained a terrifying scale as it poured madly into the figure at its center.

"What's going on?"

An Elder of the Blue Electric Sect was the first to notice something was wrong, his voice trembling faintly.

"Dragon Body Perfection is already the limit of Lightning Pool Body Tempering. He... he's still absorbing?!"

"Stop! Young Master Xiaoheng! Come out quickly!"

"At this rate, he'll be blown apart!"

Cries of alarm rose one after another.

On the high platform, Yu Yuanzhen's brows, which had only just relaxed, furrowed once more.

He could feel the Thunder Pool's origin draining away at an astonishing rate, while Yu Xiaoheng's Aura seemed locked at a certain threshold, no longer rising.

Energy was entering but not leaving.

This was the most dangerous sign!

Yu Luomian's expression was equally grave as he looked toward Liu Erlong beside him.

The tear tracks Liu Erlong had just wiped dry were once again soaked by fresh tears.

She bit her lips hard, her hands clenched tightly.

"Brother Xiaoheng..."

On the Viewing Platform.

Tang Wei of the Clear Sky Sect and Ning Zhenyuan of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect also noticed the anomaly at the same time.

Ning Zhenyuan frowned slightly. "Sect Master Yu, your worthy nephew Xiaoheng's condition... seems to be wrong."

Tang Wei said in a deep voice, "Too much is as bad as too little. His physical body has already reached perfection. If he continues absorbing, I fear it will damage his foundation."

Everyone's hearts leaped into their throats.

Wild jubilation had turned into extreme tension.

Yu Yuanzhen and the others' eyes had turned red.

"This won't do!"

"We have to forcibly bring Xiaoheng out..."

But...

A sudden change occurred!

The Lightning Vortex hovering above the Thunder Pool abruptly froze without warning!

Then, at ten times its previous speed, it began to contract frantically!

All the light, all the lightning, all the energy—all of it entered Yu Xiaoheng's body in that thousandth of an instant!

The Thunder Pool returned to calm.

Only faint arcs of electricity remained on the surface of the water, proving that the world-destroying scene from just now had not been an illusion.

And at the center of the pool.

Yu Xiaoheng still sat cross-legged, his figure upright as a pine.

After that momentary stillness, the Aura around him began to surge wildly at a geometric rate!

"Th-this is..."

An Elder pointed at Yu Xiaoheng, stammering so badly that he could not finish a single sentence.

The Elder who had spoken earlier widened his eyes and roared the rest of the sentence with all his strength.

"F-fuck! He did it!"

"The Fourth Level of Body Refinement!"

He had succeeded!

When everyone had feared that he would explode and die, not only had he survived, but he had actually...

Broken through again?!

On the Viewing Platform, the muscles on Tang Wei's face twitched violently.

He slowly sat down and lifted his teacup, only to find that his hand was somewhat unsteady.

Looking at Yu Xiaoheng in the pool, Blue Lightning let out a long Bitter Smile.

"Tang Hao..."

"Is far inferior to him."

After one second of Deathly Stillness, the Clan Members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan erupted into cheers a hundred times more intense than before!

"A True Dragon! A True Dragon has emerged from our clan!"

"Hahaha! Heaven blesses the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

Several Elders were so excited that their old faces had turned red. They slapped palms with one another, looking utterly mad.

Yu Yuanzhen swept away his earlier gloom and threw back his head in a long howl, his voice making the dome hum and tremble.

"Good! Good! My son Xiaoheng! The Ancestor has truly shown you favor!"

Liu Erlong smiled through her tears, yet they flowed even more fiercely.

Amid the waves of cheers, there were always a few reefs that stood out in jarring contrast.

In a corner, Yu Xiaogang stood quietly.

Several Disciples nearby cast undisguised contemptuous looks at him.

"Hmph, he used to boast that he was the clan's number one genius. Now look at him—compared to Young Master Xiaoheng, they're as different as clouds and mud!"

"Exactly. His Martial Soul mutated into that pathetic state, and he still wants to inherit the position of Sect Master? What a fool's dream!"

"You said Young Master Xiaoheng couldn't make it? What about now??"

Yet Yu Xiaogang did not get angry.

He did not even spare those people a glance.

His gaze passed through the frenzied crowd and landed on his elder brother at the center of the Thunder Pool.

How familiar this scene was.

Once upon a time, the one everyone had looked upon with disdain had been Yu Xiaoheng.

And he had been the one basking in countless glories.

Yu Xiaogang smiled.

Sure enough, my theory was correct.

Using extreme environments to Temper Oneself can promote the evolution of one's Martial Soul in a positive direction!

The clan Disciples' evolution effects had once been weak only because the resources they invested were far from sufficient!

My brother used his own body to verify my conjecture!

So what if I endure endless insults?

At most, I will simply walk Xiaoheng's path once.

Seeing him like this, one Disciple grew even more annoyed. He strode forward and blocked Yu Xiaogang's path.

"You still have the nerve to smile?"

The Disciple pointed at Yu Xiaogang's nose.

"Yu Xiaogang! Xiaoheng is a genius, while you're nothing but trash!"

Yu Xiaogang finally raised his eyes and looked at him quietly, his gaze calm and unruffled.

The Disciple's heart tightened under that gaze. Though he had prepared a bellyful of vicious words, he could not utter a single one.

He only felt like a clown jumping about on a stage.

"Hmph!"

Finding it boring, Disciple cursed under his breath, turned around, and returned to In the Crowd.

A sentence his elder brother had once spoken suddenly echoed in Yu Xiaogang's mind.

Back then, he had still been immersed in the halo of genius and had only scorned Yu Xiaoheng's forbearance.

Back then, he had not understood the meaning behind those words. Now, he had become the person they described.

His lips moved, and a light laugh escaped him.

He had... relied on theoretical knowledge to surpass Xiaoheng before, and now he had verified the hypothesis of Martial Soul Evolution.

The path of Yu Xiaogang had only just begun.

As for these insults and attacks, just as Xiaoheng had said—

They were nothing more than a little wind and frost.