8 Years Old, Level 30, Yu Yuanzhen Invites Again!

Time flies like an arrow, the sun and moon like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, another year had passed.

This year, Yu Tianlong turned eight.

Because the two Luo Sanpaos had been feeding him their essence and spirit day and night, his stature was far taller and sturdier than his peers.

At eight years old, he looked like a youth of eleven or twelve, with a straight posture, thick blue hair, and a face that had shed much of its childish softness, gaining the sharp angles and heroic spirit of a young man.

Throughout this year, his cultivation had never slackened. The clan's resources continued to flow in, his absorption of toxins from Dugu Bo never ceased, and combined with the feedback gains from the two increasingly powerful Luo Sanpaos, his soul power growth rate was nothing short of terrifying.

Level thirty.

It had been barely a year since he broke through level twenty to obtain his second soul ring. From the time he awakened his martial soul until now, it had been just over two years.

An eight-year-old Soul Master.

This news, like a massive boulder cast into a calm lake, stirred up monstrous waves throughout the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and even the Heaven Dou Empire's soul master world.

"Have you heard? Yu Tianlong has reached level thirty!"

"An eight-year-old Soul Master? My god... this speed is simply unheard of!"

"I remember he only awakened two years ago, right? From level ten to thirty in two years... what kind of monster is this?"

"At first, I was jealous of his resources, but now... forget it. The kid truly has that talent; there's no room for jealousy."

When the gap becomes wide enough, jealousy transforms into awe.

In the current Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, few dared to point fingers at Yu Tianlong anymore.

The voices that once mocked his "Luo Sanpao trash martial soul" had long since vanished. In their place were praises like "True Dragon," "Genius," and "The Future of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."

Even in the upper circles of the Heaven Dou Empire, Yu Tianlong's name began to spread.

The Clear Sky Sect had the Clear Sky Twins—Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, brothers both possessing peerless talent, regarded as the future pillars of the Clear Sky Sect.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had Ning Fengzhi, who displayed extraordinary tool martial soul talent and superior political acumen at a young age, marking him as the next sect master.

And the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had produced a "True Dragon"—Yu Tianlong.

The three great upper sects all had their prodigies.

Such an evaluation was high indeed.

Yet, Yu Tianlong himself cared nothing for it.

"Just empty fame," he muttered, crouching in the courtyard while grooming Little Gold's scales. "It won't be too late to be happy once I've truly raised the two of you into your complete forms."

Little Gold lay comfortably on the ground, a "purring" sound rumbling in its throat.

It was now over two and a half meters long, its shoulder height reaching Yu Tianlong's chest. Its body was covered in dense golden scales, its limbs were thick as pillars, and its claws glinted with cold light. The crack on its forehead had split open completely, sprouting a golden horn about an inch long; though still small, it was the nascent form of a dragon horn.

Its aura was as heavy as a mountain, every movement carrying a sense of oppression. Ordinary century-level soul beasts would likely lack the courage to even flee upon seeing it.

Little Silver was perched on a horizontal branch of the old locust tree in the courtyard, its tail dangling and swaying.

Its frame was much smaller than Little Gold's, yet it was still nearly one and a half meters long. Its silver-white fur was soft and smooth, its purple patterns more complex and mysterious than a year ago, and it too had grown a small, silver horn on its forehead.

Its aura was not as domineering or overt as Little Gold's; instead, it was more restrained and elusive, as if it had merged with the surrounding elements. If one didn't sense it carefully, they might even overlook its existence.

"Luo." Little Silver suddenly chirped, leaping down from the tree to land in front of Yu Tianlong. It tugged at his pant leg with its claws, excitement shimmering in its glazed eyes.

"What is it?" Yu Tianlong looked at it, puzzled.

Little Silver pointed its claw toward the courtyard gate, then pointed at itself, performed a "suction" motion, and traced a circle, seemingly trying to describe something.

Yu Tianlong froze for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Are you saying... there's good news from Senior Dugu?"

Little Silver nodded vigorously, chirping "Luo luo" in great excitement. Its perception of elements was far sharper than a human's; it seemed to have sensed something in advance.

Sure enough, not long after, a verdant green Message Soul Guidance Butterfly fluttered over, landing on the back of Yu Tianlong's hand and transforming into a line of text:

"Little friend Tianlong, I have discovered a strange place in the Sunset Forest where a cold pool and a hot pool coexist, surrounded by many exotic herbs never seen before. It appears to be the treasure land you spoke of. Come quickly to discuss... Dugu Bo."

Yu Tianlong stood up abruptly, a scorching light erupting in his eyes!

The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well!

Dugu Bo had finally found it!

He had waited for this day for two whole years!

"Great!"

Yu Tianlong clenched his fists, wishing he could sprout wings and fly to the Sunset Forest immediately. Little Silver circled his feet in excitement, its tail held high, clearly full of anticipation for that legendary treasure land.

However, just as he prepared to depart, the courtyard gate was suddenly knocked.

"Knock, knock, knock."

This time, the knocking was even more steady than when Yu Xiaogang had visited a year ago, carrying a dignity that brooked no refusal.

Yu Tianlong frowned slightly and walked over to open the gate.

Standing outside was Yu Yuanzhen.

And behind him, Yu Xiaogang stood with his head bowed, his expression somewhat complex.

A year had passed, and Yu Xiaogang had grown a bit taller; his complexion was much ruddier than before, and his aura felt far more composed.

He wore a brand-new blue brocade robe, with a belt inlaid with jade cinched at his waist. He looked much more spirited, no longer the disheveled, dejected youth of the past.

However, Yu Tianlong keenly noticed that Yu Xiaogang's eyes were shifty, avoiding direct contact with his own. Furthermore, his fingers were unconsciously twisting the corner of his robe, revealing his unease.

"Clan Head." Yu Tianlong suppressed the urgency in his heart and bowed to Yu Yuanzhen. "Why have you come?"

Yu Yuanzhen wore a gentle smile, his gaze sweeping over Yu Tianlong with a flash of satisfaction in his eyes. "Tianlong, I heard you have already broken through to level thirty?"

"Yes, Clan Head." Yu Tianlong nodded in response.

"Good! Very good!" Yu Yuanzhen nodded repeatedly, his face beaming.

"An eight-year-old Spirit Grandmaster is a rare existence in the history of the entire continent. For our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to produce a talent like you, our ancestors must be smiling upon us!"

"The Clan Head overpraises me," Yu Tianlong said modestly. "It is all the result of the clan's cultivation."

"Eh, no need for modesty." Yu Yuanzhen waved his hand, then shifted the topic. "Since you have reached level thirty, it is time to hunt for your third spirit ring. I came this time with the intention of personally taking you to the Star Dou Forest to hunt a suitable spirit beast for you."

Yu Tianlong was slightly stunned, then politely declined: "The Clan Head is busy with official duties; I dare not trouble you. This junior can go himself, or find Senior Dugu..."