Genius Defies Reason

Amid teasing the newly evolved Black Dragon with great interest, Lin Xiao suddenly sensed several immensely powerful auras rushing toward him at astonishing speed.

As if sensing danger, the Black Dragon instantly became alert and flew onto Lin Xiao's head, its five claws gripping his hair tightly as it scanned the surroundings. Its bell-sized eyes gleamed with a cold, sharp light like brilliant stars in a frigid night.

Lin Xiao keenly noticed the Black Dragon's abnormality. Its slightly trembling body and uneasily swaying tail both conveyed its current nervousness.

Lin Xiao slowly raised a hand and gently stroked the Black Dragon standing atop his head. His gaze was full of tenderness and reassurance, and with a faint smile, he said, "Don't be nervous, Black Dragon. Those auras belong to Grandpa and the others. They aren't dangerous. Have you forgotten Grandpa and the others?"

Upon hearing this, the Black Dragon's tightly wound nerves gradually relaxed, and it lowered its guard.

A thoughtful gleam flashed through its gem-like eyes, as though it were trying hard to recall the past. A moment later, the Black Dragon gently shook its head before solemnly nodding, as if saying, "It's Grandpa and the others? Then it's fine. They aren't dangerous."

Feeling the Black Dragon gradually calm down, Lin Xiao smiled faintly and teased, "We've only been in seclusion for two years. Although this was our longest seclusion yet, Black Dragon, you couldn't have forgotten Grandpa and the others' auras after only two years, could you?"

Ever since successfully advancing to Title Douluo two years ago, he had decisively chosen to enter seclusion for cultivation. During those two years, he had devoted all his energy to training without distraction.

This had been his longest period of seclusion so far. For two whole years, he had seemed cut off from the world, ignoring worldly affairs and focusing solely on cultivation.

Still, the Black Dragon should not have forgotten Grandpa and the others' auras after merely two years.

The Black Dragon shook its head, its eyes shining with grievance, as if it were crying out in complaint.

The low rumble from its throat seemed to say, "Their auras are so powerful. I thought they were dangerous, which was why I reacted like that."

As Lin Xiao's Martial Soul, the Dark Demon Dragon shared a special and close connection with him, allowing Lin Xiao to effortlessly sense changes in its emotions.

He slowly raised his hand and gently stroked the Dark Demon Dragon standing on his head. A warm smile spread across his face as he softly said, "All right, all right. I know. I know you were worried about my safety. I'm not blaming you."

Unlike other people's Martial Souls, his Martial Soul possessed life and its own consciousness. It could cry, get angry, feel wronged, and be happy. It was like an innocent child—though it was only an innocent child in front of him.

Before him, the Black Dragon was like an innocent, childish youngster. It would act spoiled around him and feel aggrieved over a single word from him.

However, when facing enemies, the Black Dragon would transform into an evil dragon, radiating a terrifying aura and becoming a majestic, fearsome dragon.

Knowing there was no danger, the Black Dragon leisurely stood atop Lin Xiao's head. Its pitch-black eyes were deep and brilliant like a starry sky, and it wore a smile as it gazed into the distance.

Lin Xiao waited quietly where he stood. Soon, he saw seven figures suddenly appear in the sky, rushing toward him with thunderous momentum.

In the blink of an eye, the Seven Great Elders had arrived before Lin Xiao.

"Ah!" Falling Devil Douluo widened his eyes. Sensing Lin Xiao's aura, he could not help but cry out, "This brat Lin Xiao is really level ninety-five? At nineteen, he's already a level ninety-five Title Douluo. Have us old men lived our lives like dogs?"

Falling Devil Douluo's face was filled with disbelief as he shook his head and sighed.

Although he had long prepared himself, seeing it in person still left him deeply shocked. The turmoil in his heart was like surging waves, impossible to calm.

"Hahaha!" Qian Daoliu laughed heartily, pride and satisfaction written all over his face. "My grandson, Lin Xiao, possesses the potential to become a god. What is level ninety-five to him? In my opinion, with his talent and hard work, he may surpass this old man's strength in a few more years!"

With his hands clasped behind his back, Qian Daoliu spoke with eyes full of earnest expectations for Lin Xiao.

Although his son, Qian Xunji, had done some absurd and even disgraceful things that disappointed and angered him.

Qian Daoliu believed that the best thing Qian Xunji had ever done was bring back the clever, gifted Lin Xiao as his adopted grandson, as well as father his adorable, obedient, and sensible biological granddaughter, Qian Renxue!

"The Grand Elder is right." Golden Crocodile Douluo folded his arms, a faint smile on his face, and slowly said, "Lin Xiao has the potential to become a god. What does level ninety-five amount to for him? Besides, Old Seven, it's not as if you don't know how quickly Lin Xiao cultivates. There's no need to be so surprised!"

Falling Devil Douluo shook his head. "Of course, I know. It's just that whenever I think about it, I can't help but feel deeply moved. I spent my entire life cultivating diligently, enduring countless hardships and obstacles before reaching Super Douluo. Yet look at Lin Xiao. He's nineteen—nineteen! Even if you tied four of him together, they still wouldn't be as old as me, yet he surpassed me so easily. It truly is shocking."

Perhaps geniuses simply defied reason. On the path of cultivation, it was as though Heaven favored them especially.

The road ahead was clear and unobstructed, and their progress was astonishingly fast. To them, cultivation was as easy and natural as drinking water every day.

"The very word 'genius' defies reason." Qian Daoliu remained calm and composed as he smiled faintly. "Geniuses are favored by Heaven. Their cultivation path is aided as if by the gods, and everything goes smoothly for them. Besides, this isn't the first time Lin Xiao has been astonishing. He's like this every time he emerges from seclusion. Old friends, we've all grown used to it. There's no need to feel down over it."

Of the seven of them, who had not once been called a genius by the world?

They had once been dazzling figures in their own right, renowned throughout the land.

Yet now, when facing Lin Xiao, for some reason they seemed like the most ordinary people imaginable—unremarkable in every respect, with nothing outstanding about them.

Lin Xiao looked at the seven grandfathers before him, a helpless yet amused expression appearing on his face. For a moment, he did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Seeing his grandfathers looking surprised, wistful, or dejected, he did not know what to say either.

He was simply too dazzling, making his grandfathers seem exceedingly ordinary.