I Cultivated a Titled Douluo!

Yu Xiaogang struggled to sit up, but the moment he shifted, he sensed something amiss in the room.

An incredibly oppressive aura, like a mountain looming over his head, silently blanketed the entire space.

There was no massive leakage of soul power, yet it made even breathing difficult; the hair on his body stood on end, and an indescribable terror took root in his heart.

It was as if... as if he were being stared at by a century-old soul beast.

Do not blame Gangzi for such a description; he had only ever seen more formidable soul beasts in records, never in reality.

Driven by his sixth sense, Gangzi whipped his head around to look toward the window.

A man stood there, though he had not noticed when he arrived.

The man wore a shiny, pitch-black leather jacket and tattered pants stained with grease and dust; his pant legs were rolled up, revealing ankles caked in mud.

His hair hung in a messy, tangled heap, obscuring most of his face, and his beard was wild and unkempt, giving him a thoroughly slovenly appearance.

His entire person exuded the decadent air of a down-and-out drunkard, looking no different from the homeless men one might see on any street corner.

Under normal circumstances, Gangzi would consider even a glance at such a drunkard an insult to his eyes.

Yet today, this seemingly mediocre and disheveled man stood there so quietly that the very air in the room seemed to have frozen solid.

Yu Xiaogang furrowed his brows, forcing his dizzy head to study the stranger, his mind racing, yet he could not recall ever knowing such a person, nor could he fathom how the man had infiltrated his room without a sound.

"Who are you?"

He suppressed the fear in his heart and spoke in a deep voice, his tone raspy and dry from having just awakened.

The man did not speak; his turbid eyes slowly lifted, sweeping over him with indifference.

Just one glance.

Yu Xiaogang felt his spirit locked down tight, as if he were being targeted by a primordial beast; he was unable to move a muscle, and he could not circulate even a sliver of his soul power.

The next second, soul rings rose from the man's body without warning.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—

Eight soul rings hovered in sequence, their colors rich and profound, each one exuding a heart-palpitating pressure; this was the level of an eight-ringed Soul Douluo, the pinnacle of the soul master world.

But this was far from the end.

A soul ring, brilliant to the extreme and scarlet as blood, rose slowly from beneath the man's feet, hovering at the very top, floating in silence.

Red. One hundred thousand years. The ninth soul ring!

In an instant, a terrifying pressure swept through the room like a tsunami; Yu Xiaogang's pupils constricted, his eyes nearly popping from their sockets.

His body trembled violently, his complexion—already pale from the flatulence—drained of all color, and his lips quivered, unable to utter a single word.

A nine-ringed Titled Douluo, a powerhouse on par with his own father, the Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen.

And... it was a one-hundred-thousand-year ninth soul ring!

Gangzi had spent his life studying martial soul theory, traveling the continent and seeing countless powerful soul masters, yet he had never seen such a terrifying soul ring configuration!

This was not the era ten thousand years later; one-hundred-thousand-year soul rings were far from common.

Aside from Qian Daoliu, Bo Saixi, and Tang Chen, who was possessed by a bat, there was only one person on the entire continent known to possess a one-hundred-thousand-year soul ring!

Slovenly, down-and-out, nine rings, a red one-hundred-thousand-year ring...

Several keywords collided wildly in his mind, and a name sealed away since his youth, a name that was a legend in its own right, shattered the shackles of his memory, striking him like a bolt of lightning and leaving him frozen stiff.

"You, you are... Your Excellency Clear Sky!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled with incredulous awe and excitement; he even forgot his own discomfort, struggling to get out of bed to pay his respects.

He had idolized Tang Hao in his youth; this Clear Sky Douluo, who had shaken Martial Soul Hall with his own strength and made his name known across the continent, was the supreme legend of the soul master world in his heart.

He had never dreamed that one day he would see this legendary figure with his own eyes!

However, unlike others, Gangzi was not just a soul master; he was the former young sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Though his strength was lacking, his status remained.

To be so sycophantic to another would inevitably lose face for the Yu family!

Tang Hao ignored his loss of composure, retracted his soul rings, and the heaven-toppling pressure around him receded slightly, though it remained impossible to look him in the eye.

His voice was low and raspy, carrying a hint of lazy exhaustion as he got straight to the point.

"It has been a long time since we last met; the Master's style remains unchanged!"

"I am unworthy of such praise from Your Excellency; it is Your Excellency whose style remains unchanged!"

Yu Xiaogang quickly replied, showing the utmost respect, while a stormy sea raged in his heart.

However, as someone bearing the title of Master, with Tang Hao practically shoving the correct answer in his face, Gangzi naturally grasped the key point.

"Your Excellency, are you... are you here for Tang San?

Is Tang San your son?!"

The only reason Tang Hao would personally appear at Nuoding Academy was that child who possessed the trash martial soul of Blue Silver Grass, yet held Innate Full Soul Power.

Tang Hao nodded faintly, not denying it.

"Little San is indeed my son."

As the words landed, Yu Xiaogang was completely certain, and a storm surged within his heart.

Blue Silver Grass, Innate Full Soul Power, his father is the Clear Sky Douluo...

"Twin Martial Souls! Tang San, he really is a Twin Martial Souls user! I knew that little brat was lying to himself; my theories were correct after all!"

Yu Xiaogang blurted out, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

He had spent his entire life studying martial soul theory, and the mystery of Twin Martial Souls was his greatest obsession.

Now that he knew the youth he had taken a liking to was actually a possessor of the legendary Twin Martial Souls, he trembled with excitement.

An uncut jade, this is a damn uncut jade!

As long as he became Tang San's teacher, he would surely become famous across the continent.

[I did not bring shame to the family; I have cultivated a Titled Douluo!]

Thinking of the future, when he could stand before his father and everyone who had looked down on him and say those words with heroic ambition, Gangzi could not be more thrilled.

Tang Hao glanced at him, his tone indifferent yet carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"The Grandmaster has profound attainments in martial soul theory; after years of refinement, I assume you have gained even more insights?"

"This junior dares not claim such, I only understand a thing or two."

Yu Xiaogang quickly composed himself; he knew that Tang Hao appearing was certainly not just to confirm an identity.

"Your Excellency, have you come this time because you want this junior to teach Tang San?"

Tang Hao spoke bluntly: "I want you to cultivate him well."

But his tone shifted, and his gaze sharpened.

"However, I am not at ease leaving my son to just anyone.

Tell me, how do you intend to teach him? How do you plan to develop his Blue Silver Grass, and how will you arrange his soul rings?"

As this concerned his bargaining chip for returning to the sect, Tang Hao could not help but feel uneasy.

Even if Yu Xiaogang's theoretical reputation was well-known, he had to hear the other party's cultivation plan before making a decision.

Yu Xiaogang's spirits lifted; he immediately set aside all awe and, drawing upon the theoretical foundation he had studied his entire life, spoke eloquently.

"Your Excellency, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass may appear to be a trash martial soul, but it actually possesses infinite potential!

The world believes Blue Silver Grass can only provide superficial binding, but they do not know it is best suited for a path of poison-based control!"

"For the first soul ring, this junior's top choice is a Mandala Snake!

This soul beast has fierce toxicity and comes with a powerful binding ability. Once absorbed by the Blue Silver Grass, it will allow the martial soul to possess lethal toxins while gaining stable control capabilities, setting Little San on the path of a poison control system from the very beginning!"