The Plan

Yu Hong lowered his head to look at the cloth pouch on the table and reached out to open it. Inside were some medicinal herbs and a large number of Gold Soul Coins.

They weren't anything top-tier, but for him right now, they were more than enough.

"Blue-Eyes White Dragon..." Yu Hong summoned the White Stone of the Ancients again, his gaze full of anticipation. "I'll see if I can hatch you in six years."

He had already made up his mind: he would eat Soul Beasts every day, especially dragon-descendant meat.

A true dragon?

What were you dreaming about? How could he possibly run into one? True dragons were few and far between on Douluo Continent, and each one was incredibly powerful.

So there was no point even thinking about true dragon meat.

Yu Hong wasn't worried that Yu Xiaogang could make his Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, evolve into the Golden Sacred Dragon. Even with him around, things would turn out the same.

"Right, I need to hurry and buy up some dragon-descendant meat." Yu Hong suddenly remembered something important.

There wasn't much dragon-descendant meat in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to begin with. Only a limited amount was available each year.

Even the clan leader didn't have much of it. The main reason was that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had rules.

The dragon-descendant Soul Beasts raised by the clan couldn't be hunted casually. They could only be killed when a Soul Ring was needed, so there wasn't much dragon-descendant Soul Beast meat each year.

He could treat Yu Xiaogang like a fool, but he absolutely couldn't treat Yu Yuanzhen like one.

Yu Yuanzhen was a Titled Douluo, and the clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. There was no way he was a fool.

If he really were one, he wouldn't have survived this long.

Yu Hong had already planned out what he would do. If he couldn't beat that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang six years from now, he would leave the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and head to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well to gamble with his life.

Dugu Bo hadn't become a Titled Douluo yet, so he definitely didn't 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 wouldn't be a problem. If he couldn't even beat Yu Xiaogang, there wouldn't be much difference between a hundred-year Soul Beast and a ten-thousand-year one.

If he won the gamble, he would leap through the dragon's gate and become a mighty powerhouse.

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

After all, if he couldn't even beat Yu Xiaogang, how could he have the nerve to keep living?

It wasn't as if he could follow Yu Xiaogang's example, live off Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong, and become some so-called theoretical grandmaster.

He didn't have that kind of thick skin.

Elsewhere, at Yu Xiaogang's home.

The curtains were tightly drawn in Yu Xiaogang's bedroom, leaving the room dim.

Muffled sobs came from beneath the heavy quilt. He was curled up into a ball, like a wounded little beast.

"Why... why did this happen..." Yu Xiaogang's voice was muffled beneath the quilt, full of grievance and unwillingness. "I was supposed to have the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. Why did it turn into something like that..."

His mind kept replaying everything that had happened that day.

That purple Martial Soul that looked like a pig, the piercing laughter, and the humiliating sight of Yu Hong chasing him around and beating him with an egg.

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

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

Ever since he was little, he had been the brightest star in the clan. Everyone said he was a genius, the future hope of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

He had always believed it, too.

But now?

Everything had become a joke.

Creak.

The door opened, and a figure walked in.

Yu Xiaogang stiffened all over. He hurriedly wiped his tears with the quilt and poked his head out from beneath it.

"F-Father?"

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

Disappointment welled up inside him.

As the legitimate son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, how could he hide under the quilt and cry over a little setback? What kind of behavior was that?

But Yu Yuanzhen didn't say it aloud. He merely said in a deep voice, "Sit up."

Yu Xiaogang hurriedly climbed out of the quilt and sat properly on the edge of the bed, his head lowered as he avoided Yu Yuanzhen's eyes.

"Father, I..."

"Enough." Yu Yuanzhen cut him off and sat down beside the bed. "I'll tell you what happened in the Council Hall today."

Yu Xiaogang raised his head, hope and apprehension in his eyes.

Yu Yuanzhen briefly explained what had happened in the Council Hall.

He told Yu Xiaogang everything, from the decision to raise them fairly to the rules of their six-year agreement.

"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, you'll fight. Whoever wins will continue to receive the clan's support."

Yu Xiaogang's expression shifted again and again as he listened. "Father, why should I be raised alongside that good-for-nothing? What is he, anyway?"

He was the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's leader, while Yu Hong was just an ordinary clan member. What right did he have to enjoy the same resources?

"Enough!" Yu Yuanzhen barked. "How much better were you than him today? He chased you around and beat you with an egg, and you still have the nerve to call someone else a good-for-nothing?"

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red. His lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word.

Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath, his tone softening slightly. "Xiaogang, I know you suffered a grievance today. But what's done is done. What good is crying? What you need to do is cultivate like your life depends on it for these six years. Then, six years from now, you can win back all the face you lost today!"

Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists. The grievance in his eyes gradually gave way to a fierce resolve.

"Father, I understand." Yu Xiaogang raised his head, his gaze resolute. "Six years from now, I'll definitely beat Yu Hong! I'll make everyone who laughed at me regret it!"

Thinking of how Yu Hong had beaten him, Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth in fury.

Yu Yuanzhen nodded with satisfaction. "Now that sounds like my son. Don't worry. I'll secretly give you extra resources. You just focus on cultivating."

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

"Of course." Yu Yuanzhen stood up and patted Yu Xiaogang on the shoulder. "Remember, you're the clan leader's legitimate son and the future heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. One Yu Hong is nothing."

"Yes, Father!" Yu Xiaogang nodded firmly, his fighting spirit blazing in his eyes.

Yu Yuanzhen turned and headed for the door. When he reached it, he looked back and said, "Starting tomorrow, I'll arrange for someone to teach you how to cultivate. You'd better train properly for these six years. Don't disappoint me."

As he looked at Yu Xiaogang, Yu Yuanzhen thought to himself that if Yu Xiaogang couldn't beat Yu Hong, he would have no choice but to raise someone else.

If Yu Xiaogang enjoyed so many resources yet couldn't even beat a good-for-nothing, what right did he have to keep receiving them?

"Don't worry, Father. Your son won't let you down!" Yu Xiaogang promised Yu Yuanzhen.

He would trample Yu Hong beneath his feet and show him just how powerful he was.