No Softness, Only Force?

The Poison Douluo Dugu Bo is famous throughout the continent for his vindictive nature.

His extreme doting on his granddaughter is equally famous.

If one were to provoke Dugu Yan and earn the grudge of this Poison Douluo, there is no telling when he might use some underhanded means to send one to the grave.

After all, that Title Douluo is not exactly a man of principles.

The old man is well aware of this fearsome reputation.

Therefore, facing Dugu Yan's finger-pointing and scathing rebuke, although the old man is incomparably furious, he can only swallow this rage in silence.

Yu Yuanzhen frowns.

Clearly, he is also somewhat displeased by Dugu Yan's angry shouting.

He does not fear Dugu Bo the way the old man does.

After all, his own strength speaks for itself.

In terms of individual combat power, Yu Yuanzhen is certainly far above Dugu Bo.

But unless absolutely necessary, Yu Yuanzhen does not want to offend Dugu Bo either.

After all, he does not have a one-hundred-percent guarantee of killing Dugu Bo.

And the consequence of failing to kill Dugu Bo in one strike is the danger posed to the other disciples of the sect.

The Poison Douluo's individual combat power might not be much among the many Title Douluos.

But his lethality toward low-ranked spirit masters is peerless among all Title Douluos.

To a Title Douluo, almost any spirit master below the rank of Spirit Saint can be classified as a low-ranked spirit master.

If this madman Dugu Bo were to truly lose his mind and poison the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, killing off most of the disciples below the rank of Spirit Saint, then the heritage of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan could be declared completely severed.

Thus, Yu Yuanzhen does not fix his gaze on Dugu Yan, nor does he have any intention of bickering with her.

Instead, he turns his attention back to Yu Shuangbai.

"This old man knows that you may harbor resentment toward the sect."

"But the sect can compensate you for all of that."

"After all, the blood flowing through your veins is that of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"Return to the sect, and this old man can promise you all the treatment afforded to the most core disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"Furthermore, I can also deal with the personnel involved in rejecting your spirit ring hunting application back then."

"How about it?"

Yu Yuanzhen believes he has shown considerable sincerity.

As for the personnel involved in rejecting Yu Shuangbai's spirit ring hunting application, dealing with them is a trivial matter.

Even if Yu Shuangbai wanted to wipe them all out, Yu Yuanzhen would not care.

The current Yu Shuangbai is clearly far more valuable than them.

A few insignificant people are not worth mentioning in the face of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's grand future!

This is Yu Yuanzhen, and this is the consistent style of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

As expected.

Years have passed, and the people of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan are still this disgusting.

Hearing the conditions offered by Yu Yuanzhen, Yu Shuangbai feels no temptation, only profound disgust.

Back then, he was dispensable to the sect.

Therefore, these people treated his application with direct contempt.

Now that he has demonstrated his value, Yu Yuanzhen has realistically discarded those with less value than him.

So, the reason Yu Yuanzhen wants him to return to the clan has never been because of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan blood in his veins.

It is merely because he can bring greater benefits to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Such behavior only makes Yu Shuangbai feel sick.

What kind of clan connected by blood is this?

Where is there any semblance of a clan here?

It is nothing more than a pure collective of interests!

"Bloodline?"

Yu Shuangbai laughs.

"The blood flowing through my veins has never been that of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan; it is merely the blood of my parents."

"Nothing more, nothing less."

Upon hearing the implication of these words, Yu Yuanzhen's expression darkened instantly.

"Are you intending to abandon your ancestors and betray your clan?"

His voice turned heavy and muffled.

He felt that Yu Shuangbai was being ungrateful.

As the dignified Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he had lowered his status to apologize and had even offered so many benefits.

Yet Yu Shuangbai remained unmoved; he was truly being ungrateful!

"That is correct."

Yu Shuangbai could not be bothered to waste more breath on him and admitted it directly and calmly.

He set down the white jade cup in his hand, his icy blue eyes meeting the gaze of this Thunder Douluo, who was renowned throughout the spirit master world, without the slightest hint of weakness.

"I no longer have any connection to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"Sect Master Yu, please return to wherever it is you came from."

"I will not see you out."

Yu Shuangbai coldly issued the order to leave.

Seeing him so stubborn and impervious to reason, Yu Yuanzhen flew into a rage.

"Does your heart hold no sense of blood kinship or clan loyalty, boy?!"

"Blood kinship?"

As if he had heard some ridiculous joke, Yu Shuangbai could not help but scoff aloud.

"Sect Master Yu, are you really going to talk to me about blood kinship now?"

"Back when the sect rejected my spirit ring application and forced me, at the age of eight, to head to the Far North all by myself, where was this so-called blood kinship then?"

His expression turned cold.

Hearing this, Dugu Yan, who was standing to the side, finally learned that Yu Shuangbai had such a history.

Her heart ached for him.

To head to the Far North, a place known as a forbidden zone for humanity, at the tender age of eight.

How many times must he have faced death during that journey?

For a moment, Dugu Yan felt an urge to pull Yu Shuangbai into her arms and comfort him properly.

"Sect Master Yu, from the moment I stepped into the Far North alone, the connection between me and the sect was severed."

"And what of the care the sect provided you?" Yu Yuanzhen demanded.

"Care?"

Yu Shuangbai let out a cold laugh.

"Is the Sect Master referring to the Gold Soul Coins that remained after the sect stripped away layer after layer of the compensation left behind after my parents died in battle for the clan—a sum that was even less than the subsidies Martial Soul Hall gives to ordinary spirit masters?"

"I do not believe I owe the sect anything."

"That was what my parents left for me, and it was what I was rightfully owed!"

Moral blackmail?

Yu Shuangbai found it laughable.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had shown him no kindness whatsoever, so what right did they have to use moral blackmail?

Yu Yuanzhen was stunned.

He was momentarily speechless.

In these matters, it was indeed his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan that had been in the wrong.

The anger in Dugu Yan's eyes burned even brighter.

She had originally held a small amount of goodwill toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan due to its reputation as the world's number one assault-type martial soul.

But today, after learning about Yu Shuangbai's situation.

All of Dugu Yan's goodwill toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan vanished completely.

In its place was only disgust.

How could such a heartless and unrighteous sect have the audacity to shamelessly demand that Yu Shuangbai return to the fold?

Seeing that words would not make Yu Shuangbai change his mind.

Yu Yuanzhen did not want this peerless genius, who originated from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, to remain outside their control.

He paused, his mind made up.

Since words would not work, he would try another way.

At the very least, he had to bring Yu Shuangbai into the clan.

As long as Yu Shuangbai entered the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he would have time to slowly make him a member of the Blue Lightning Dragon Clan once again!

"Come with this old man!"

Yu Yuanzhen reached out his hand.

"You dare?"

A cold shout rang out.