Yu Xiaogang Feeds Luo Sanpao a Radish

In the blink of an eye, four years passed.

Throughout these four years, Yu Hong spent every day consuming soul beast meat and Whale Rubber, training tirelessly during the day and cultivating diligently at night.

"Hoo, finally reached level 10."

Sitting on his bed, Yu Hong opened his eyes and muttered to himself.

He lamented inwardly that going from level 0.5 was truly no easy feat; without an abundance of resources, it would have been impossible for him to reach level 10 this quickly.

Now that he had reached level 10, he could obtain his first soul ring.

Yu Hong estimated he could absorb a soul ring of at least six hundred years; as for a millennium soul ring, it was hard to say.

Even if he truly could absorb a millennium soul ring, he couldn't possibly do it.

Why?

If he were to absorb a millennium soul ring, it would undoubtedly draw the attention of the high-ranking members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

If they investigated thoroughly, they would discover something was amiss.

If they were to uncover the effects of the Whale Rubber, he would be finished and certainly silenced.

The reason no one had discovered the effects of the Whale Rubber was that it required years of continuous consumption to take effect.

Who would discover its effects after eating it for only a day or two?

Who would have nothing better to do than eat an aphrodisiac every single day?

"Knock, knock, knock—"

Just at that moment, a knocking sound came from outside the courtyard gate.

Yu Hong got off the bed, left his bedroom, and went to the courtyard gate to open it.

Standing at the entrance was Yu Luomian.

"Vice Clan Leader, please come in."

Yu Luomian stepped into the courtyard and sat down by the stone table.

Four years had passed, and the changes in Yu Hong were significant.

The six-year-old child from back then had now grown into a ten-year-old youth.

His figure was upright, his gaze steady, and his entire being exuded a capable temperament rarely seen in his peers.

"Yu Hong, how has your cultivation been during this period?" Yu Luomian asked with a smile.

Yu Hong poured a cup of tea for Yu Luomian and said calmly, "Replying to the Vice Clan Leader, I have already broken through to level 10."

The hand with which Yu Luomian held his teacup paused, and a flash of pleasant surprise crossed his eyes.

"Level 10? Are you certain?"

"Certain." Yu Hong nodded.

Yu Luomian set down the teacup and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Good! Very good!" Yu Luomian slapped his thigh, unable to hide the smile on his face. "Going from level 0.5 to level 10 in four years, you lad are something else!"

Yu Hong's expression remained as usual: "It is all thanks to the clan's resource support."

"Don't be humble." Yu Luomian waved his hand. "With the same resources, Yu Xiaogang hasn't received any less, yet he is only at level 9, still a level behind you."

Yu Hong understood clearly in his heart.

Yu Xiaogang is only at level 9? It seems the resources Yu Yuanzhen provided in secret were still not enough for his son to surpass him.

"But having said that, since you are now at level 10, you can obtain your first soul ring." Yu Luomian said solemnly, "This matter cannot be delayed. Tomorrow, I will arrange for someone to take you to hunt a soul beast."

Yu Hong nodded: "Many thanks, Vice Clan Leader."

"Have you decided what kind of soul beast you want?" Yu Luomian asked.

Yu Hong pondered for a moment: "I want a dragon-type soul beast."

Yu Luomian raised an eyebrow: "A dragon-type soul beast? Your martial soul... can it absorb a soul ring from a dragon-type soul beast?"

According to his thinking, Yu Hong should absorb a soul ring from a beast related to the earth element.

"It should be possible." Yu Hong said, "Although my martial soul looks like an egg, I always feel that it has a connection to dragons."

Yu Luomian thought for a moment and nodded: "Very well, tomorrow I will have someone take you to the clan's Soul Hunting Forest. There are some sub-dragon soul beasts there, and you can pick a suitable one."

"Many thanks, Vice Clan Leader."

Yu Luomian stood up and patted Yu Hong on the shoulder: "Rest well tonight; tomorrow is a big day. By the way, make sure not to let Yu Xiaogang catch up, do you understand?"

Yu Hong nodded: "I understand."

Yu Luomian smiled with satisfaction and turned to walk out the gate.

When he reached the entrance, Yu Luomian looked back and said: "There are only two years left until the martial arts competition, so you must put in extra effort."

"Rest assured, Vice Clan Leader."

After Yu Luomian left, Yu Hong stood alone in the courtyard, watching the sky gradually darken.

Tomorrow, I will finally obtain my first spirit ring.

He lowered his head to look at his palm, where the White Stone of the Ancients martial soul manifested, emitting a faint white glow in the twilight.

For four years, this egg had not changed in the slightest, remaining exactly as it had been.

But Yu Hong knew that as long as it was given sufficient nutrients, it would hatch sooner or later.

"Blue-Eyes White Dragon..." Yu Hong murmured to himself, "I hope tomorrow's spirit ring can elicit some kind of reaction from you."

With that, Yu Hong left the courtyard, intending to stroll around the family estate.

He had been cooped up at home for too long and felt restless; he wanted to get some fresh air and, at the same time, inquire about Yu Xiaogang.

Mainly, he was curious about when exactly Yu Xiaogang had started feeding radishes to Luo Sanpao.

Yu Hong walked slowly along the family's bluestone path as the evening breeze blew by, carrying a hint of chill.

Over the past four years, he had rarely wandered around the estate, spending every day either training or cultivating—a life that was monotonous but fulfilling.

After walking for a while, a burst of noisy commotion drifted from ahead.

Yu Hong looked up and saw a group of youths gathered in an open space not far away, watching something with great interest.

Curious, he walked over and peered through the gaps in the crowd.

Then, Yu Hong witnessed a scene that left him speechless.

Yu Xiaogang was squatting on the ground, holding a radish and stuffing it into Luo Sanpao's mouth.

Luo Sanpao was munching on the radish with gusto, making a crunching sound.

"Brother Xiaogang, why are you feeding your martial soul radishes?" a youth asked curiously.

Yu Xiaogang smiled smugly. "You don't understand. After eating these radishes, Luo Sanpao's farts become even smellier! During a duel, a single fart will be enough to knock my opponent unconscious!"

The surrounding youths were stunned for a moment before they all gave him a thumbs-up.

"Brother Xiaogang is truly brilliant!"

"This move is absolute genius; who could possibly withstand that!"

"Brother Xiaogang is sure to win the sparring match in two years!"

"And who does that Yu Hong think he is? There's no way he could be Brother Xiaogang's rival!"

Listening to these sycophantic remarks, the smile on Yu Xiaogang's face grew brighter, his chin nearly pointed toward the sky.

"That goes without saying!" Yu Xiaogang stood up and brushed the dirt off his hands. "Yu Hong is nothing! In two years, I'll be able to pin him to the ground and rub his face in the dirt with one hand!"

Yu Hong stood outside the crowd, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

This guy's train of thought was truly bizarre.

Feeding Luo Sanpao radishes to make his farts smell worse?

What kind of ridiculous cultivation method was this?

If he were Yu Xiaogang, he would realize that since Luo Sanpao could eat, he should be feeding it sub-dragon meat every single day.

Luo Sanpao was a mutation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, and given the circumstances of his martial soul awakening, he should have been feeding it sub-dragon meat all along.

Yu Hong did not know that at the time of the awakening, Yu Yuanzhen had been feeding Yu Xiaogang spirit beast meat every day, but regarding feeding the martial soul itself, Yu Yuanzhen had deemed it meaningless.

Yu Hong was just about to slip away quietly when he was spotted by the sharp-eyed Yu Xiaogang.

"Yo, isn't this Yu Hong?" Yu Xiaogang called out with a mocking tone. "What, are you here to watch this young master practice?"

The surrounding youths all turned to look at Yu Hong, their eyes filled with a touch of disdain.

Yu Hong stopped in his tracks and gave Yu Xiaogang a calm glance. "I'm just passing through."