The Jade Family's True Dragon, Yu Xiaogang!

Yu Tianlong prepared to depart, so naturally, he had to bid farewell to Dugu Bo.

At the valley exit of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, a dark green figure had already been waiting for a long time.

Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back. Five years had passed, yet he looked even younger than he had half a decade ago.

His once graying temples had returned to a deep ink-green, the wrinkles on his face had faded significantly, and his entire complexion was ruddy and his spirit vigorous. The aura faintly radiating from his body was deeper and more restrained than it had been five years ago.

He had broken through. Not just a simple breakthrough, but a jump of two levels, reaching the realm of a level 93 Title Douluo.

All of this was thanks to the immortal herbs of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

That Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma had not only boosted his soul power cultivation but had also nourished the meridians damaged by years of practicing poison arts, finally loosening the bottleneck that had held him back for so long.

The Blood Swan Kiss had doubled the potency of his poison arts. Now, even when facing a level 95 Super Douluo, he had the strength to put up a fight.

"Decided to leave?" Dugu Bo watched Yu Tianlong approach, his gaze sweeping over him with a flash of gratification and emotion.

The child who had been hunted to the point of desperation five years ago, fleeing into the Sunset Forest in such a sorry state, had now grown into a spirited young man. The light in those eyes was sharper and more resolute than it had been five years ago.

"Yes, it's time to go." Yu Tianlong nodded. "It's been five years. If I don't show myself now, some people might truly believe I'm dead and buried."

Dugu Bo fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly, "During your five years of seclusion, quite a few things have happened outside. There are some things you should know."

"Please, Senior, speak."

"Over at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Xiaogang is now the undisputed successor to the next generation of the Sect Master." Dugu Bo's tone carried a hint of disdain.

"Thirteen years old, a five-ring Soul King. Yu Yuanzhen has poured almost the entire clan's resources into him. Combined with the boost from the trace of bloodline in your two Luo Sanpao, they have forcibly piled a piece of trash with half-level Innate Soul Power into what they call the 'True Dragon of the Yu Family'."

"A five-ring Soul King?" A playful smile curled the corners of Yu Tianlong's mouth.

"A thirteen-year-old Soul King is indeed worthy of being called a genius. If this were five years ago, I might have held him in higher regard."

He paused, his tone laced with faint mockery. "However, how much of this 'genius' reputation is built upon my 'inheritance'? If it weren't for his Luo Sanpao devouring a drop of Little Gold's blood and gaining that bloodline enhancement, he would probably still be struggling to break through level 20, wouldn't he?"

"Who's to say otherwise?" Dugu Bo scoffed. "That old thing Yu Yuanzhen is truly willing to pay any price; he's even abandoned his dignity to push his son up. But that's fine. The higher he climbs, the more miserable he will be when he eventually falls."

Yu Tianlong did not respond, only gazing into the distance with deep, thoughtful eyes.

"Senior, thank you for your care over these past five years." He turned and bowed solemnly to Dugu Bo.

"If you hadn't brought me to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well and protected me for these five years, I would never have achieved what I have today. This kindness, this junior will keep in his heart."

"Spare me that." Dugu Bo waved his hand, though a flicker of gratification crossed his eyes. "I watched you grow up, kid; if I don't help you, who will? If you ever need anything in the future, just come find me. As long as I, Dugu Bo, am alive, I will be your backing."

"Many thanks, Senior." Yu Tianlong straightened up, a smile appearing on his face. "However, I would like to resolve the matters ahead on my own."

Dugu Bo looked at the confident light in his eyes and said nothing more, merely patting him on the shoulder.

"Fine. Then this old man will wait to hear your good news. Go. Let those blind fools see who the true dragon really is."

Yu Tianlong nodded, turned, and strode away.

Little Gold and Little Silver followed behind him, one on the left and one on the right, like two loyal guards.

Their bodies had shrunk to about two meters in length, making them look like two majestic, exotic beasts, yet the pressure belonging to the dragon race could not be concealed.

The moment he stepped out of the Sunset Forest, the sunlight fell upon him, warm and bright. He raised his head and looked toward the familiar yet strange sky in the distance.

The Nine Dragon Mountains, the base of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, lay in that direction.

"Five years..." he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of chill. "I'm back."

He did not rush his journey, choosing instead to walk while sensing the changes in the outside world over the past five years.

The small town on the outskirts of the Sunset Forest was much more prosperous than it had been five years ago, with soul masters and merchant caravans coming and going in an endless stream. He found a roadside tea stall, sat down to drink a bowl of tea, and listened to the idle chatter of passersby.

"Have you heard? That young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Xiaogang, broke through again a few days ago. They say he's already reached level 55!"

"Level 55? He's only thirteen, right? That's terrifying!"

"Isn't it! He truly is the True Dragon of the Yu family! I heard even the Clear Sky Sect and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were stirred by the news and sent people to deliver congratulatory gifts!"

"Sigh, it really is infuriating to compare people. My kid just passed level 30 at thirteen, not even half of what he has..."

Yu Tianlong held his tea bowl, listening to the conversation of the soul masters at the next table, his lips curling slightly upward.

Level 55? The progress was indeed rapid. It seemed Yu Yuanzhen was determined to make Yu Xiaogang the face of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. However, a level 55 Soul King was not enough to impress him.

He finished his tea, left a few copper soul coins, and stood up to continue his journey.

After walking for about an hour, a towering mountain range appeared ahead.

The mountains rolled and undulated, with the main peak piercing the clouds. From a distance, it looked like a giant dragon coiled upon the earth. Clouds and mist swirled among the peaks, and one could faintly see clusters of buildings dotted throughout—this was the base of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan: the Nine Dragon Mountains.

Yu Tianlong stopped at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the familiar yet strange peak, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

Five years ago, he had fled from here in a panic, like a stray dog.

Five years later, he had returned.

"Little Gold, Little Silver," he called out softly.

The two Luo Sanpao understood immediately, and their bodies began to expand. Golden and silver light erupted simultaneously as Little Gold and Little Silver returned to their true forms—a ten-meter golden dragon and a fifteen-meter silver dragon, their wings spread wide, blotting out the sky!

A terrifying dragon pressure radiated from them; the birds and beasts in the vicinity fell silent instantly, and even the wind seemed to freeze.

Yu Tianlong leaped, landing steadily on Little Gold's back.

"Let's go..."

He gently patted Little Gold's neck.

The golden dragon threw its head back and let out a heaven-shaking roar. With a fierce beat of its wings, it whipped up a gale and carried Yu Tianlong, charging straight toward the sky!

The silver dragon followed closely behind, its silver wings shimmering with dazzling light under the sun, streaking across the horizon like a shooting star.