Plan

Yu Hong looked down at the cloth bag on the table and reached out to open it, revealing a collection of medicinal herbs and a large quantity of Gold Soul Coin.

Although they were not top-tier goods, they were more than enough for his current needs.

"Blue-Eyes White Dragon..." Yu Hong summoned the White Stone of the Ancients once again, his gaze filled with anticipation. "Six years. I want to see if I can hatch you."

He had already made up his mind: he would consume soul beasts every day, especially sub-dragon meat.

True Dragons?

What kind of dream are you having? It is impossible to encounter such things, and True Dragons are few and far between on the Douluo Continent, each one incomparably powerful.

Therefore, the idea of obtaining True Dragon meat was not even worth considering.

Yu Hong was not worried that Yu Xiaogang could evolve the Luo Sanpao martial soul into a Golden Sacred Dragon, even with his own presence in the mix.

"Right, I need to hurry and acquire some sub-dragon meat." A thought suddenly struck Yu Hong.

Sub-dragon meat was scarce within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family; there was only a limited amount each year.

Even the patriarch did not possess much, primarily due to the strict rules of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family.

One could not simply hunt the sub-dragon soul beasts raised by the family; they could only be hunted when a soul ring was required, so the annual supply of meat was quite low.

He could treat Yu Xiaogang like a fool, but he could never treat Yu Yuanzhen like one.

Yu Yuanzhen was a Title Douluo and the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family; there was no way he was a fool.

If he were truly a fool, he would not have survived until today.

Yu Hong had already planned his future: if he failed to defeat the loser Yu Xiaogang in six years, he would leave the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family and head to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well to gamble with his life.

Dugu Bo had not yet become a Title Douluo, so he surely did not know about the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

If he remembered correctly, there was a ten-thousand-year Medusa near the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

It was not a major issue; if he could not even beat Yu Xiaogang, there was no real difference between a hundred-year and a ten-thousand-year soul beast.

If the gamble succeeded, he would leap over the dragon gate and become a powerhouse in his own right.

If he failed, then it was simply his fate; death was death, and there was nothing more to say.

After all, if he could not even defeat Yu Xiaogang, how could he have the face to keep living?

He could never be like Yu Xiaogang, living off the charity of Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong while calling himself a so-called master of theory.

He did not have that kind of thick skin.

Elsewhere, at Yu Xiaogang's home.

In Yu Xiaogang's bedroom, the curtains were drawn tight, leaving the room in darkness.

Suppressed sobbing came from beneath the heavy quilt, his entire body curled into a ball like a wounded little beast.

"Why... why did it turn out like this..." Yu Xiaogang's voice was muffled by the quilt, filled with deep grievance and unwillingness. "I was clearly supposed to be a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, why did it turn into that thing..."

Everything that happened today replayed in his mind.

That purple, pig-like martial soul, those piercing sounds of mockery, and the pathetic scene of being chased and beaten by Yu Hong with an egg.

Every time he thought about it, his heart felt as if it were being sliced by a knife.

"Wuwuwu..." Yu Xiaogang cried even harder, his tears soaking a large patch of the pillow.

Since he was a child, he had been the most dazzling existence in the family; everyone said he was a genius, the future hope of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family.

He had always believed it, too.

But now?

Everything had become a joke.

Creak.

The door was pushed open, and a figure walked in.

Yu Xiaogang stiffened, hurriedly wiping the tear stains from his face with the quilt before poking his head out.

"Fa... Father?"

Yu Yuanzhen stood by the bed, looking at his son's swollen eyes and the tear stains still on his face, his brows furrowing slightly.

A surge of disappointment rose in his heart.

As the legitimate son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family, hiding under the covers to cry at the slightest setback—what kind of behavior was that?

But Yu Yuanzhen did not say it aloud, only stating in a deep voice, "Sit up."

Yu Xiaogang scrambled out from under the quilt and sat obediently on the edge of the bed, his head lowered, not daring to meet Yu Yuanzhen's eyes.

"Father, I..."

"Say no more." Yu Yuanzhen interrupted Yu Xiaogang and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I am here to tell you about what happened at the Council Hall today."

Yu Xiaogang looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

Yu Yuanzhen gave a brief account of the events that had transpired in the Council Hall.

From the decision on fair cultivation to the rules of the six-year agreement, everything was explained to Yu Xiaogang in detail.

"In other words, starting today, the clan will provide you and Yu Hong with equal cultivation resources." Yu Yuanzhen looked at Yu Xiaogang. "Six years from now, the two of you will duel. Whoever wins will continue to receive the clan's support."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's expression shifted repeatedly. "Father, why must I be cultivated alongside that trash? What does he think he is!"

He was the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan leader, while Yu Hong was merely an ordinary clansman. How could he possibly deserve to enjoy the same resources as him?

"Enough!" Yu Yuanzhen shouted in a deep voice. "How much better was your performance today than his? You were chased and beaten by an egg, yet you still have the face to call someone else trash?"

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed bright red, his lips trembling, but he could not utter a single word.

Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath, his tone softening slightly. "Xiaogang, I know you were wronged today. But since things have come to this, what is the use of crying? What you must do is cultivate with all your might over these next six years, and six years from now, reclaim all the face you lost today!"

Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, the grievance in his eyes gradually replaced by a fierce determination.

"Father, I understand." Yu Xiaogang raised his head, his gaze firm. "Six years from now, I will definitely defeat Yu Hong! I will make everyone who mocked me regret it!"

Thinking of the scene where he was beaten by Yu Hong, Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth.

Yu Yuanzhen nodded with satisfaction. "That is more like a son of Yu Yuanzhen. Rest assured, I will secretly provide you with additional resources; you only need to focus on your cultivation."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Of course." Yu Yuanzhen stood up and patted Yu Xiaogang on the shoulder. "Remember, you are the direct descendant of the clan leader and the future heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan. A mere Yu Hong is nothing."

"Yes, Father!" Yu Xiaogang nodded heavily, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

Yu Yuanzhen turned and walked toward the door. As he reached the threshold, he looked back and said, "Starting tomorrow, I will arrange for someone to teach you. Over these six years, you will train properly and not disappoint me."

In his heart, Yu Yuanzhen thought to himself that if Yu Xiaogang could not defeat Yu Hong, he would have no choice but to cultivate someone else.

If one enjoys so many resources yet cannot even defeat a piece of trash, what qualification is there to continue enjoying them?

"Rest assured, Father, your son will never let you down!" Yu Xiaogang promised Yu Yuanzhen.

He would definitely trample Yu Hong under his feet and make Yu Hong witness his true power.