Yu Xiaogang's Thoughts

Meanwhile, over at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Yuanzhen had arrived, bringing with him the outstanding younger generation of the sect.

His goal was simple: to let the young disciples witness the true gap between themselves and the geniuses of other factions.

Thinking of this, Yu Yuanzhen glanced not far away at his son, Yu Xiaogang.

Five years. It had been five whole years.

From the moment he awakened his martial soul until now, he had spent five full years consuming resources equivalent to ten elite disciples, yet he remained stuck at level 9.

He hadn't even obtained his first soul ring.

For the sake of this son, he, as the sect master, had shouldered far too much.

Originally, he hadn't intended to bring Yu Xiaogang along this time.

But the boy had insisted on coming, claiming he wanted to study the martial souls and growth of his peers to draw inspiration, hoping to better his own cultivation and improve his innate talent.

It was precisely because of this that Yu Yuanzhen felt a measure of dissatisfaction.

With the resources the sect provided, had he simply cultivated with a steady heart, even with only half a level of Innate Soul Power, he might have already broken through to level 10 by now.

Why not focus on cultivation? He didn't know which nerve in the boy's brain had gone wrong, insisting on researching some martial soul theory.

The sect had been filled with complaints for some time; back then, he could still use the excuse of Xiaogang's diligent cultivation, combined with his authority as sect master, to suppress those who were dissatisfied.

But in the last two years, as Xiaogang became increasingly obsessed with his research, his own cultivation had gradually slackened.

If things continued this way, even he, as the sect master, would no longer be able to suppress the dissent.

The complaints from the sect members were growing louder and louder.

"Xiaogang, in your father's heart, you are no worse than anyone else."

"Do not slacken in your cultivation. If you see a massive gap between yourself and others here, I hope that after recognizing the reality, you will still persist on your path."

Yu Yuanzhen looked at his son, hesitating for a moment before offering this advice and comfort.

The reason he did so was that he would likely soon be unable to suppress the grievances of the sect elders.

When that time came, the sect would cut off Xiaogang's resources.

He only hoped that when that day arrived, the boy would understand his difficulties and the difficulties of the sect.

Regardless of everything, no matter how much of a waste Yu Xiaogang was, he was still his son.

"Father, I understand!"

At only eleven years old, Yu Xiaogang already possessed a cold and indifferent temperament.

He responded only faintly, then buried his head back into the book in his hands.

As for his father's advice, it was as if he hadn't heard it at all.

He held no affection for anyone in the sect, from top to bottom.

They were either mocking him to his face or slandering him behind his back.

As the son of the sect master, what was wrong with enjoying a few more resources?

It was what he deserved.

If you can't get them, why don't you ask your own fathers why they aren't hardworking enough, why they didn't become Title Douluo, why they didn't become sect master.

Yu Xiaogang also harbored many grievances toward his father over the years.

He always felt that his father looked down on him, and that his attitude had completely changed simply because he had awakened a trash martial soul.

Not only that, but the distance between them had grown wider and wider.

The resources he provided were nothing more than a way to plug the mouths of others, a means to manifest his own perfection as sect master, ensuring there were no flaws on his record.

Most importantly, his father also believed that his research into martial soul theory and his attempts to change his own fate were wrong.

Because of this, Yu Xiaogang and his father, Yu Yuanzhen, had become increasingly estranged.

All of you look down on me!

Sooner or later, I will prove to you that I, Yu Xiaogang, am no waste!

Yu Xiaogang swore silently in his heart.

As the various factions gathered, the so-called Genius Exchange Meeting began.

As an important candidate for Martial Soul Hall, Bibi Dong naturally had to participate.

This time, Yue Guan and Gui Mei were not protecting her side.

They naturally had important matters to attend to at the moment.

Upon returning to Martial Soul Hall, Bibi Dong had ordered an investigation into all the awakening records of soul masters over the past few years.

Her goal was naturally to find the Blue Silver Emperor, Ah Yin.

Although the number of soul masters awakened over these years was vast, finding a Blue Silver Grass soul master with Innate Full Soul Power was not overly difficult.

After all, such an occurrence was extremely rare; with a thorough investigation and search, she would be able to find a satisfactory result.

And so, Gui Mei went off to complete this task.

Although Gui Mei did not know why Bibi Dong wanted to find a Blue Silver Grass soul master, and was even more astonished that a Blue Silver Grass soul master could awaken with Innate Full Soul Power, he still followed her orders.

He was well aware that Xiao Dong possessed abilities that ordinary people lacked.

This was something that even that blockhead Yue Guan had failed to notice.

As for Yue Guan himself, he was naturally busy executing the grand wealth-gathering plan he had been assigned.

As the various factions drew lots, people continuously stepped onto the Soul Fighting Arena.

Throughout this process, no geniuses capable of catching Bibi Dong's eye were discovered.

"It seems the geniuses of this era truly aren't very dazzling."

Bibi Dong watched the battle between two Soul Kings on the arena; they were considered quite decent, but compared to true geniuses, they were truly lacking.

The disciple from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan ultimately won the victory only by risking his life.

"Interesting!"

Bibi Dong then shifted her gaze toward the area where the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was seated, her eyes lingering on Yu Xiaogang.

She truly had not expected that Yu Xiaogang would also come to a place like this.

Given his talent and cultivation level, wasn't coming here purely asking for a beating?

No matter how mediocre these geniuses were, they were still far beyond what Yu Xiaogang could compare to.

The reason Bibi Dong found it interesting was not because of Yu Xiaogang's presence here.

It was because after that Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan genius had fought desperately to secure a victory, there was not a trace of joy on his face; instead, he turned around and glared viciously at Yu Xiaogang.

Clearly, the current Yu Xiaogang had become a figure detested by both gods and men within the sect.

A piece of trash occupying so many cultivation resources would naturally incite the displeasure of others.

Is it not said that one should worry not about scarcity, but about inequality?

Of course, Bibi Dong felt that in this regard, Yu Xiaogang had somewhat become a scapegoat for everyone.

What kind of cultivation resources could possibly exist on the Douluo Continent in this era?

They were nothing more than some medicinal baths and simulated cultivation environments.

But it was precisely because of Yu Xiaogang's existence that the talented disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan could find excuses for themselves with a clear conscience.

Whenever their own strength was inferior to others, they would subconsciously believe it was because Yu Xiaogang had snatched their resources, preventing them from comparing themselves to the geniuses of other factions.

Of course, thinking this way was not meant to whitewash anything about Yu Xiaogang.

Throughout the entire Douluo series, the person she loathed most was undoubtedly Yu Xiaogang.

She was simply speaking objectively.

Just at this moment, Bibi Dong ended her train of thought.

Because it was her turn to take the stage.

As luck would have it, her opponent was a disciple from the Clear Sky Sect.