The Future of the Sect, Yu Xiaogang! Encountering Bibi Dong

Yu Yuanzhen said in a deep voice, "From now on, the sect will need your protection."

After a pause, he added, "Your brother... will need you to look after him as well."

Yu Xiaogang nodded without hesitation.

"Rest assured, Father."

As he looked at his unconscious older brother, he had already made plans in his heart.

Ever since they were children, whenever his brother had something tasty or fun, he would always think to share half with him. Yu Xiaogang had not forgotten that brotherly bond.

The family's burdens in the future would only fall upon the shoulders of a genius like himself.

From now on, his brother only needed to live a peaceful life as a wealthy idler.

Yu Yuanzhen looked at him, then shifted his gaze back to the stubborn girl.

He casually remarked, "Fortunately, Erlong seems quite talented. Perhaps she'll be able to help protect your brother in the future."

The moment those words were spoken, the carefree expression that had just been on Yu Xiaogang's face vanished without a trace.

His expression instantly darkened.

Protecting his brother was fine.

That was his duty as a younger brother.

But on what basis should Liu Erlong be the one to protect him?

In his eyes, a cute girl like Erlong should give her attention and protection to a genius like himself.

Not to an older brother who neglected his proper pursuits and had ruined himself.

What basis?

Yu Xiaogang silently clenched his fists.

His dissatisfaction with Yu Xiaoheng deepened even further.

Inside the room, everyone had already left.

Liu Erlong remained kneeling beside the bed without moving, her small hand tightly clutching Yu Xiaoheng's icy-cold fingers.

No one knew

that within the body declared to be "crippled," a heaven-shaking transformation was taking place.

The coma was merely an outward appearance.

Yu Xiaoheng's consciousness had long since sunk into his body.

He had not acted rashly.

Dawnlight Grass and Dragon Scale Grass were two spiritual herbs with conflicting properties. He had already searched through ancient texts and confirmed that they would not cause any fundamental harm to the body.

Taking them in batches was also meant to reduce the risk as much as possible.

The agonizing pain of his Meridians tearing apart was the first step toward rebuilding himself through destruction.

At this moment, the pain had already receded like the tide.

The power of light from the Dawnlight Grass and the domineering dragon aura of the Dragon Scale Grass no longer clashed within his shattered Meridians. Instead, they began to slowly settle and merge together as naturally as water and milk.

Who knew how much time passed.

Yu Xiaoheng's eyelashes trembled faintly.

A warm power unlike anything he had ever felt surged through his Limbs and Bones, gentle yet powerful.

A layer of soft white light seeped out from beneath his skin, faint but undeniably real.

Holy Light Power!

Though his Martial Soul had yet to awaken, his body had already undergone a qualitative transformation because of those two precious herbs.

This energy might not have meant much to a Level Twenty Soul Master.

But for an unawakened child like him, the Soul Power produced through this transformation was already astonishingly vast!

Yu Xiaoheng's consciousness was hazy, yet he could clearly feel that Soul Power churning within him!

Just then, a sudden change occurred.

Liu Erlong, kneeling beside the bed, suddenly let out a soft moan, and her tiny body trembled slightly.

Yu Xiaoheng felt the Warm Current within his body seem to find an outlet, forming an invisible bridge between himself and Liu Erlong.

Their Auras actually began to merge at that very moment.

Under the stimulation of the Medicinal Power, they had silently crossed the threshold of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill!

"Bzzz—"

A faint hum rang out through the air.

Behind Yu Xiaoheng and Liu Erlong, a massive, illusory shadow slowly emerged.

It was a giant dragon, its entire body gleaming golden!

Its dragon head was imposing, its body vigorous—sacredness and majesty coexisted!

The Golden Sacred Dragon Phantom!

At this moment, if Yu Xiaoheng had been conscious and witnessed this scene that defied Common Sense, he would definitely have been...

Completely dumbfounded.

He was just an ordinary transmigrator who knew a little chemistry and could make soap.

How the hell was he supposed to know what was going on?!

Yet at the instant the Golden Sacred Dragon Phantom appeared, Yu Xiaoheng clearly felt the Soul Power that had just been born within him surge violently and skyrocket!

This power lasted only a brief instant before calming as the phantom faded away.

Had an Elder from Spirit Hall been present, he would surely have been struck pale with shock.

Before even awakening his Martial Soul, he had already displayed the rudiments of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with an extraordinarily high degree of compatibility.

Such talent was unheard of!

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

The Golden Sacred Dragon Phantom that shot into the sky had come quickly and vanished just as fast.

In only an instant, it dissipated without a trace.

Silence returned to the room.

Kneeling beside the bed, Liu Erlong's Small Face turned deathly pale. She felt all strength leave her body, and her softened form toppled against the bedside.

Meanwhile, the gentle white glow around Yu Xiaoheng's body had also receded.

Everything seemed as though it had never happened.

Only within that body, the immense Medicinal Power formed by the fusion of Dawnlight Grass and Dragon Scale Grass continued to settle and accumulate like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, awaiting the chance to erupt completely.

Time flowed on.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of Martial Soul Awakening.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Martial Arts Sacred Hall.

Today, the Sacred Hall plaza was adorned with fluttering banners and packed with voices.

Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen stood atop the high platform in a purple robe embroidered with golden dragon patterns, his presence as imposing as a mountain.

Distinguished guests gathered at his side.

Spirit Hall's Pope, Qian Xunji, wore splendid robes and a faint smile.

Ning Zhenyuan, the current Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, held a folding fan and carried himself with refined elegance.

Clear Sky Sect's representative was a burly man named Tang Wei, whose Aura was overbearing.

The Upper Three Sects and Spirit Hall had gathered here solely to witness the awakening of this generation of the Blue Electric Sect.

Yu Yuanzhen declared loudly, "You have all come from afar. Yu has failed to welcome you properly."

Qian Xunji smiled lightly. "Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen is too courteous. I heard that your sect's Twins are exceptionally gifted, and Spirit Hall is quite curious as well."

Though he spoke of the Twins, his gaze fell only upon the young man standing straight-backed and arrogantly behind Yu Yuanzhen.

Yu Xiaogang.

As for the Eldest Son, Yu Xiaoheng, who had squandered his ambitions on trivial amusements, everyone had long since forgotten him.

In their eyes, today's ceremony was merely Yu Yuanzhen's declaration that he intended to restore the Blue Electric Sect's prestige through Yu Xiaogang's talent.

Qian Xunji's gaze swept over the surroundings, and his brows suddenly furrowed slightly.

One person was missing from among the Disciples behind him.

Where was Bibi Dong?

A trace of displeasure flashed through his heart, but he did not show it.

Children were playful. She was probably somewhere nearby.

Still, his gaze darkened by several degrees.

She likes running around? It seems her usual discipline has still been far too lax.

At the same time.

In that secluded side chamber, the young man on the bed suddenly had his eyelashes twitch.

Yu Xiaoheng had awakened.

His murky consciousness receded like the tide, replaced by unprecedented clarity and strength.

He could clearly feel it—within his body, a force was churning like stormy seas!

It was neither internal energy nor vital energy.

It was Soul Power!

Before even awakening his Martial Soul, he already possessed such immense Soul Power!

Yu Xiaoheng's heart surged with excitement. He flipped over and sat up in bed.

Today was the day of Martial Soul Awakening!

He pushed open the door and hurried toward the Martial Arts Sacred Hall, following the faint sounds of voices in the distance.

As he passed through a quiet path lined with lush bamboo, his steps suddenly halted.

Ahead, beside a rockery, a little girl in Spirit Hall's standard white dress was crouching on the ground. Her small hand fiddled with an unfamiliar wildflower, making her seem somewhat lonely.

She looked six or seven years old, delicate as a doll. Her beautiful long purple hair was braided and hung down her back, while her profile was exquisitely lovely.

Yu Xiaoheng's pupils contracted slightly.

Bibi Dong.