This is Truly My Father

"What? You've recovered!"

Half a month later, inside the courtyard of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's patriarch, Yu Yuanzhen widened his eyes, his hand still clutching a few white whiskers he had accidentally yanked out in his shock.

"Look, old man!"

At these words, Yu Tianjiao smiled broadly, took out a crystal ball for testing Soul Power Level, and placed his palm upon it.

The light on the crystal ball flickered slightly, but Yu Yuanzhen could see with absolute clarity that the brightness was a clear sign that his soul power had reached level four!

Seeing this, he hurriedly grabbed Yu Tianjiao's wrist, using his own soul power to sense the state of his body.

Very quickly, he confirmed that his eyes hadn't deceived him; Yu Tianjiao's soul power had indeed reached level four!

"Hahaha! Good, very good! When I named you Tianjiao, it was because I hoped you would live up to the name. You didn't disappoint my expectations, and although you faced some setbacks, you have finally come out the other side!"

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes were filled with wild joy, his laughter booming like thunder as he slapped Yu Tianjiao's shoulder with force.

Don't let the old man's age fool you; his strength was anything but light.

Yu Tianjiao winced, his face contorting as he rolled his eyes.

Although he once held the proud record of head-butting a Titled Douluo like Yu Yuanzhen, his "newbie protection period" had long since expired.

Even though his physical constitution was now comparable to a Soul Ancestor, he still couldn't withstand the heavy-handed slaps of an emotionally overwhelmed Titled Douluo.

"Old man, if you keep slapping me like this, you'll be the one burying your son."

Yu Tianjiao couldn't help but retort.

"Pah, pah, pah! What kind of nonsense is that? When you were a kid, you nearly knocked me unconscious; your bones aren't that fragile, so don't act like you can't take a little roughhousing."

Yu Yuanzhen didn't hold back his tongue, but his hand stopped its assault, instead gently smoothing out the wrinkles on Yu Tianjiao's shoulder, the joy in his eyes impossible to hide.

"How come I feel like you're actually proud of that dark history?"

Yu Tianjiao asked with a helpless expression.

"You were riding on my head the moment you were born; your future achievements will surely not be beneath mine. That's a good thing!"

Yu Yuanzhen declared righteously.

Yu Tianjiao didn't know what to say; this old man always managed to spout things that sounded crude yet touching. He wondered how his useless, cheap second brother, Yu Xiaogang, had managed to run away from home—did he even know the meaning of filial piety?

Hmm, come to think of it, that guy had some emotional entanglements with his cousin in the past. He should find a way to make him give up on that idea completely.

After all, since Liu Erlong had already been seen in her entirety by him, Yu Tianjiao, he would never allow anyone else the chance to see her.

As a younger brother with no blood relation, if he wanted to be with Liu Erlong, his uncle Yu Luomian would probably be laughing from ear to ear.

It would allow his daughter to return to the clan openly and officially, while also binding his talented nephew, Yu Tianjiao, to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan through a blood-related tie. It was a win-win situation.

"Tianjiao, what are you thinking about? Why are you smiling so strangely?"

Watching the corners of Yu Tianjiao's mouth curl into an inscrutable arc, Yu Yuanzhen couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking about what kind of expression that girl, Ning Rongrong, will have when I cultivate back to level forty."

Yu Tianjiao waved his hand dismissively, spouting a random excuse.

"Tsk, I knew you were a grudge-holder. But with your current soul power level, it won't be easy to catch up to that girl; it's going to take some time."

Yu Yuanzhen shook his head; as a father, he naturally knew his son's temperament.

Back when Yu Tianjiao went out to hunt a soul beast and was ambushed while obtaining his second soul ring, he had chased the beast for five miles just to beat it to death with his own hands.

It was during that time that he met Ning Rongrong.

Logically, a normal young girl would have been terrified to tears after witnessing such a violent and bloody scene.

But that Demon Pill, Ning Rongrong, felt that the handsome youth in white robes, stained with specks of blood, was the other half tailor-made for her.

Even until the engagement was called off half a month ago, she hadn't fully let go of Yu Tianjiao in her heart, even going so far as to make that heaven-defying statement about "finding a guardian turtle for her and Yu Tianjiao."

It was just... too much to handle...

"No matter. Since my talent has returned, it's just a matter of spending some time."

Yu Tianjiao was full of confidence.

"Haha, that's my son! Right, take all of these!"

Seeing this, Yu Yuanzhen smiled with relief, then took out several flowers and herbs from the Soul Tool on his wrist, which resembled a bracer, and placed them on the table.

"These are?"

Yu Tianjiao looked at the fragrant flowers and herbs, his throat bobbing involuntarily.

"They are just some rare immortal herbs I've managed to collect for you over the past three years. They are said to be helpful for soul power cultivation. With these, you should be able to return to your peak much faster."

Yu Yuanzhen said, feigning indifference.

Hearing this, Yu Tianjiao felt a sharp sting in his nose.

He knew about the system and didn't feel anxious about the three-year cultivation void, but Yu Yuanzhen didn't know that.

Even though he often comforted his father with witty remarks about the "Dragon King's return," it clearly hadn't worked; instead, it had only made his father work even harder to help him out of his predicament.

To think that someone with no blood relation could go to such lengths...

"Dad, you really are my own father!" Yu Tianjiao stopped looking at the precious immortal herb and lunged forward to give Yu Yuanzhen a bear hug, muttering, "Once I achieve success in my cultivation, I'll take you up to the God Realm to become a god. By then, I'll have the God King personally pour tea and water for you!"

Suddenly embraced by Yu Tianjiao and faced with such a blunt expression of gratitude, even at his age, Yu Yuanzhen had never experienced such a scene and was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

After his two biological sons had grown up, let alone hugging him, it was difficult for them to even say a few words of affection.

On the contrary, this adopted son didn't hide or hold anything back; he said what he wanted to say and did what he wanted to do, possessing a truly sincere nature.

"Damn it, wanting the God King to pour tea and water—you brat really dares to dream!"

After holding it in for a long time, he could only laugh and scold, lifting his head to force back the tears that were about to well up.

"Haha, a soul master who doesn't want to become a god isn't a good soul master!"

Yu Tianjiao released the old man and said with a smile.

"Good, you have ambition!" Yu Yuanzhen exclaimed in praise upon hearing this, patting Yu Tianjiao's shoulder heavily before saying with a smile, "If you can bring back a championship for me in the Soul Master Tournament two years from now, the soul bone inherited by our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will be yours. How about it?"

Yu Tianjiao put away the immortal herb to the side, nodded heavily, and spat out a single word with resounding force:

"Deal!"