If You've Got Something to Say, Take It Up with My Father-in-Law

The next day.

Suotuo Spirit Fighting Arena.

Eight people, including Lin Yan, gathered in a lounge, while Yu Xiaogang and Flender stood at the door.

Everyone present held the same opponent roster: Heaven Dou Royal Academy!

That's right. Today's team battle opponent was the Heaven Dou Academy team, led by Yu Tianheng.

Everyone else was on high alert, Lin Yan aside. Even Tang San and Yu Xiaogang looked extremely solemn.

Inside the room, Yu Xiaogang looked around at everyone before slowly speaking.

"Today, you'll be facing Heaven Dou Royal Academy. Their team's overall strength is clearly far above yours."

"More importantly, their Martial Soul quality is every bit as good as yours. This will be a difficult battle. You don't need to force a victory."

Dai Mubai studied the roster in his hand, furrowing his brow slightly. Still, he wasn't all that worried about their opponents. He spoke up.

"Don't worry, Grandmaster. Lin Yan's here."

"We've beaten plenty of opponents who seemed impossible to defeat before, all the way here with Lin Yan leading us."

At that, Yu Xiaogang's expression clearly turned displeased.

As Yu Yuanzhen's son, he might not have awakened the family's inherited Martial Soul, and he might have left the family decades ago, but deep down he was still proud of it.

Now that Dai Mubai had put Yu Tianheng and those other small-time opponents on the same level as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, his oversensitive pride flared up again.

And since his teaching hadn't been going smoothly these past few days, he seemed to have found an outlet for his frustration. He immediately began berating Dai Mubai.

"What do you know? This time, our opponents include someone with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul. It's an inherited Martial Soul of one of the Upper Three Sects. Who among you can stand against it?"

"If you and Zhu Zhuqing could use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, you might have a chance. But right now, you two can barely stand each other. How are you supposed to entrust yourselves to one another?"

Even then, he didn't feel he'd said enough. He went on to sneer.

"Do you know what a disgrace it is for someone with the Star Luo Royal Family's inherited Martial Soul to be unable to use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill?"

"You..."

Dai Mubai's blood rushed to his head. He was about to fire back, even summon his Martial Soul.

But Flender stopped him at once.

"Mubai!"

The low shout, infused with Soul Power, forced down Dai Mubai's anger.

Just then, Lin Yan appeared and patted Dai Mubai on the shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"Forget it. Just do your best. I'll cover you."

Honestly, a level-39 Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon wasn't much. If Lin Yan couldn't beat someone like that, he might as well forget about becoming a Titled Douluo and standing at the top of the continent someday.

So from the beginning, Lin Yan hadn't felt any pressure about this battle. Instead, he was more interested in Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling.

One was "the key to getting the Immortal Herb," and the other was "the Immortal Herb instruction manual." Winning them over would bring him two rewards: two beautiful women.

Far more appealing than Yu Tianheng.

But just as Lin Yan thought he'd settled the argument and started planning what to do about Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling, Yu Xiaogang suddenly spoke up.

The moment he opened his mouth, his tone was dripping with mockery.

"Ridiculous. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul is the strongest attack-type Beast Martial Soul on the continent. You don't actually think that your dragon Martial Soul, with its Evil Fire, can stand against it, do you?"

At that, everyone sucked in a sharp breath.

What was going on? Had Yu Xiaogang taken leave of his senses today? Why was even Lin Yan getting caught in the crossfire?

Everyone knew that over the past three months of fighting, Lin Yan had always led the charge, then treated everyone after the matches. He'd contributed more than half the value of the entire team.

And today, Yu Xiaogang was even mocking Lin Yan! Was Yu Tianheng with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul his biological father or something?

Everyone's eyes shifted between Lin Yan and Yu Xiaogang.

"Forget it. We might as well just forfeit this Soul Fighting match."

Yu Xiaogang continued, as if trying to mock Lin Yan.

"You've made it this far with three Hundred-Year Soul Rings, and you think that means you're strong? Wrong. It's because your opponents were so weak."

"Without my guidance, you recklessly gave your Martial Soul Soul Rings. The sense of achievement you've gained is only temporary. In the future, you'll have to face not only your Evil Fire, but also the risk of your body exploding."

"And yet you're still acting tough, fighting at high intensity every day, even trying to measure yourself against the strongest Beast Martial Soul in the world. You really don't know your place."

Clearly, Yu Xiaogang looked down on Lin Yan. It wasn't just because Lin Yan had refused his offer to take him as a disciple. He also resented Lin Yan's attitude toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul.

Everyone could see who his words were aimed at.

"Why don't you go out there, then?"

"What?"

Yu Xiaogang frowned in confusion, wondering if he'd heard correctly.

Lin Yan cleared his throat and raised his voice.

"I said, why don't you take your Luo Sanpao out there?"

"Your Luo Sanpao evolved from a mutated Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, after all. Maybe it'll be especially effective against that Yu Tianheng?"

"Bastard! Do you know what you're saying?"

Yu Xiaogang understood him now, and flew into a rage.

Lin Yan had actually dared to humiliate him over his Mutated Martial Soul. It was unforgivable!

But all his fury earned him was an even more contemptuous look from Lin Yan.

"Of course I know what I'm saying! Don't worry, the Soul Fighting Arena doesn't have that many rules. They won't stop you from competing just because you're old."

"Your Soul Grandmaster cultivation might drag us down a bit among all these Soul Elders, but we don't mind!"

"Isn't that right, Mubai?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Dai Mubai.

Come on, being humiliated by a few Titled Douluo from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect yesterday was one thing. They had numbers on their side, and they were all at the peak of the continent. Even if they occasionally bullied a junior, there wasn't much he could do about it.

But what was Yu Xiaogang? A castoff from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and he still dared to stick his nose into this?

Off to the side, Dai Mubai saw Yu Xiaogang's eyes bloodshot and his breathing as heavy as an ox's. He immediately burst out laughing.

"Hahaha!"

"I've got to criticize you for that, brother. I think we'd better not let him compete. I still want to win."

"Besides, this is a seven-person team battle. Every member has a vital role to play. If he joins, who's supposed to sit out?"

"Hahaha!"

Dai Mubai's laughter rang through the lounge, wild and unrestrained. Lin Yan's words had clearly made his day.

Yu Xiaogang's face turned ashen. He stammered, his cheeks flushed, so furious at Lin Yan's few words that he couldn't think of a reply. All he could do was cast a pleading look at Flender and Tang San...

In the end, Flender stepped in, trying to put an end to the farce.

"That's enough!"

"Xiaogang is your teacher. Are you trying to rebel?"

"Lin Yan, apologize to Grandmaster."

Lin Yan didn't give Flender the time of day. He snorted.

"Take that up with my father-in-law."

"What? You think you can do whatever you want now?"

"Yeah, I can. I'm now the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's son-in-law. Sword and Bone Douluo and Ning Fengzhi personally certified it."

He lifted his chin, utterly unafraid!

He was more than familiar with a simple trick like waving someone else's banner. Since Ning Fengzhi hadn't killed him, he'd definitely protect Lin Yan just as he protected Ning Rongrong.

That Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect backing would let Lin Yan do plenty of things on the continent. For now, it meant he could talk back to Flender without a care in the world.

Flender stared at him in disbelief. How had Lin Yan become like this? Wasn't he the little Blue Silver Grass support from before? How had he turned into a Demon Pill?

What had he been through these past few days? Could the Evil Fire from cultivating a Second Martial Soul really change someone this much?

Just then, Ning Rongrong seized the opening and chimed in.

"That's right."

"Lin Yan is my fiancé. Whatever he does, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will support him without question."

"If you've got a problem, take it up with my Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa."

P.S. Ning Fengzhi's storyline ends here. Next up are "Ye Lingling, with the mighty Ox Talisman," and "Dugu Yan, who's lost her Martial Soul thanks to the Horse Talisman—though not really lost."

The author has learned from past mistakes. Since everyone doesn't like seeing Douluo troublemakers, I'll write about something else.

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