Yu Xiaogang's Jealous Madness

After sending Dugu Bo back to rest, Yu Mingxiao brought Bi Ji straight to the Sect Master Mansion.

Bi Ji's identity had to be arranged first. Otherwise, it would be inconvenient for her to move around the sect in the future.

Yu Yuanzhen was cultivating in his secret chamber. Upon hearing that Yu Mingxiao had returned, he hurriedly rose, straightened his robes, and quickly left the chamber for the main hall.

At a glance, he spotted Bi Ji beside Yu Mingxiao. Raising a brow, he asked curiously, "Mingxiao, who is this?"

Yu Mingxiao said, "Father, this is a friend I met in the Star Dou Great Forest. Her name is Bi Ji, a sixty-second-level healing-type Soul Emperor. She wishes to join our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

He had already agreed on their story with Bi Ji. They would only say that she was a sixty-second-level Soul Emperor. Her Soul Power was neither particularly high nor low within the sect, giving her a legitimate reason to remain at Yu Mingxiao's side.

After all, she was a five-hundred-and-sixty-thousand-year Soul Beast, comparable to a human who had just entered the rank of Limit Douluo. If they truly claimed she was a healing-type Limit Douluo, it would be far too terrifying.

"A healing-type Soul Master? Judging from her Soul Power fluctuations, she is indeed a Soul Emperor." Yu Yuanzhen's eyes lit up. Without growing suspicious, he looked at Bi Ji and asked, "Miss, what is your Martial Soul?"

Healing-type Soul Masters were exceedingly rare. Healing-type Soul Masters above level sixty were even rarer.

That was because support-type Soul Masters cultivated very slowly, and their Soul Power Levels were generally not high.

Shao Xin, a seventy-first-level food-type Soul Saint, was already among the top five food-type Soul Masters on the entire continent.

Healing-type Soul Masters were no less scarce than food-type Soul Masters.

The foremost healing-type Soul Master on the continent today was the head of the Ye Clan. His Martial Soul was the Nine Heart Begonia, and he was a seventy-seventh-level Soul Douluo. However, he was already advanced in years, and whether he could break through to become a Title Douluo was still uncertain.

Bi Ji said softly, "Sect Master, my Martial Soul is the Emerald Swan."

"Emerald Swan... It is actually an Emerald Swan?!"

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes brightened. He had heard of this Soul Beast. Though the Emerald Swan possessed little offensive power, it was still a top-tier Soul Beast because of its formidable healing abilities.

"Bi Ji, since you are willing to join our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, we certainly will not treat you poorly. Settle down in the sect for now. Later, I will convene a sect meeting to determine your position."

If she had been an ordinary Soul Emperor in her sixties, casually assigning her a deacon's position would have been enough, since that already counted as middle management within the sect.

But a healing-type Soul Emperor above level sixty was different. Her value could not be compared to that of an ordinary Soul Emperor, so her position naturally had to be discussed.

Bi Ji said, "Sect Master, how about letting me follow the Young Sect Master?"

"You wish to follow Mingxiao?" Yu Yuanzhen raised a brow, thinking to himself, Could this girl have taken a fancy to Mingxiao's talent and developed feelings for him? Or did that brat save a beauty in the Star Dou Great Forest and win her heart?

For a moment, all sorts of chaotic thoughts surfaced in his mind one after another.

"Yes, I only wish to follow the Young Sect Master." Bi Ji nodded slightly.

Seeing that the girl appeared somewhat stubborn, Yu Yuanzhen said in a deep voice, "Very well. From today onward, you will serve as the Young Sect Master's deputy envoy, acting as Mingxiao's assistant."

Keeping Bi Ji at Yu Mingxiao's side was also a good thing. After all, he was the next heir of the sect and the most talented genius the sect had seen in a thousand years.

Besides, Bi Ji had been brought here by Yu Mingxiao in the first place. Before she officially joined the sect, Yu Yuanzhen had no right to interfere with where she wished to go.

"Thank you, Sect Master." Bi Ji bowed slightly.

Yu Mingxiao said, "Bi Ji, go on ahead. I want to speak with Father."

"Alright." Bi Ji vaguely guessed what Yu Mingxiao wanted to say, but she had no intention of listening in.

Yu Yuanzhen said, "Mingxiao, what do you wish to discuss with me?"

Whenever Yu Mingxiao spoke with him alone, it was always about something important. He even found himself faintly looking forward to it.

Yu Mingxiao smiled. "Father, guess what level I am now."

"You..." Yu Yuanzhen frowned slightly. His attention had been entirely on Bi Ji earlier, and he had not really observed Yu Mingxiao's changes. Looking closely now, he was startled to find that this aura was far stronger than before!

"Mingxiao, it seems you have broken through to level fifty-six, and your Soul Power is extremely dense."

After saying that, Yu Yuanzhen froze slightly. Something was wrong. Yu Mingxiao had only broken through level fifty not long ago. How had he reached level fifty-six so quickly?

Seemingly noticing that something was off about Yu Yuanzhen's expression, Yu Mingxiao chuckled. "Father, I am indeed level fifty-six."

As he spoke, dazzling golden light surged beneath his feet. One yellow, two purple, one black, and one red—five Soul Rings spread outward, and the domineering aura of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring was revealed beyond doubt!

"A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!!!" Yu Yuanzhen abruptly rose to his feet, his body stiff as his stunned gaze fixed on that blood-red fifth Soul Ring.

"Yes, I was fortunate enough to obtain a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring." Yu Mingxiao smiled.

"This... It truly is a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring! Mingxiao, you actually obtained a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring! Unbelievable, this is simply unbelievable!" Yu Yuanzhen snapped out of his daze and immediately became so excited that he could barely speak coherently.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring was the ultimate dream sought by countless millions in the Soul Master world. Even among Title Douluo, very few possessed one!

He had gone his entire life without obtaining a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, yet Yu Mingxiao had fulfilled his dream.

At level fifty, he had actually absorbed a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

This could no longer be described as merely extraordinary talent. It was nothing short of a miracle!

"What Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring? Father, can you provide me with medicinal herbs? I want to try cultivat—ah, a red Soul Ring! This is the legendary supreme treasure, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!"

Just then, Yu Xiaogang entered from outside. His words suddenly halted, and his pupils contracted sharply.

He had learned from the guards where his father was. He had intended to come ask for resources and attempt cultivation, only to stumble upon this shocking scene.

"Xiaogang, why are you here?" Yu Yuanzhen was startled by his voice. Frowning slightly, he turned to look at him.

Yu Xiaogang ignored Yu Yuanzhen and rushed forward, his voice trembling. "Big Brother, how could you possibly possess a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring? That is impossible. It is fake, right?!"

Yu Mingxiao frowned slightly and said coldly, "Xiaogang, what does it have to do with you whether I have a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring or not?"

"Hahaha, I knew it! This Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring is fake! You must have disguised it with a spiritual-type soul skill! I guessed it long ago."

As though possessed, Yu Xiaogang broke into maniacal laughter, fleeing from a reality he simply refused to face.

"Xiaogang, shut up! Your big brother's Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring is real. That pressure cannot be faked, and he has no reason to deceive us!"

Yu Yuanzhen could no longer stand it. It was one thing for Yu Xiaogang to barge in for no reason, but he had actually opened his mouth and declared Yu Mingxiao's Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring to be fake.

That appearance was clearly naked jealousy!

His personality was far too stubborn and extreme!

Today, he had to make Yu Xiaogang face reality and properly correct this twisted disposition!

"No, it is fake!" Yu Xiaogang craned his neck and howled at Yu Yuanzhen.

"You unfilial son!" Yu Yuanzhen roared. Striding forward, he slapped Yu Xiaogang across the face. "You useless trash! You have utterly disgraced the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

"Just because your big brother has brought glory to the family, you envy him every day, yet you have never once reflected on your own problems. I, Yu Yuanzhen, have been illustrious all my life. How did I end up with a son as worthless as you?"

"You and Mingxiao are as different as heaven and earth. If someone else had the resources you possess, they would probably already be level twenty. Yet you have only barely broken through level ten."

"I can refrain from blaming you for your low Innate Soul Power, but you ruined your body just absorbing a three-hundred-year Soul Ring, and your soul skill even makes you fart in place of a Soul Beast. You truly are worthless mud that cannot be shaped into a wall!"

"Pfft—"

Yu Yuanzhen's every word stabbed straight into Yu Xiaogang's heart. Unable to bear the humiliation, Yu Xiaogang spat out a mist of blood on the spot and collapsed to the floor.