Gangzi: The Great Master Appears and Gets Beaten

Douluo Continent.

After Qian Xunji returned, he immediately swept his divine sense across the entire continent, piecing together the sequence of events from fragmented intelligence.

Ever since Tang Chen was killed, his corpse had been seized as a trophy.

Without Tang Chen, a level 99 Limit Douluo, to hold the fort, the Clear Sky Sect—its strength severely diminished—was besieged by other sects.

Led by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, and followed by the Elephant Armored Sect, the Sacred Dragon Sect, the Black Tiger Sect, and the Fire Leopard Sect, a coalition of six major sects was formed to purge the Clear Sky Sect.

The towering Clear Sky Sect, the peerless War Soul Hammer.

Tang Chen had spent a generation using the Clear Sky Hammer to strike across the world, carving out the Clear Sky Sect as the world's number one sect, and the Clear Sky Hammer as the world's number one tool martial soul—a vast empire.

Within a few years of his death, the Clear Sky Sect went from bad to worse, suffering from personnel attrition and the seizure of its assets.

In just a few short years, they had fallen from the continent's top powerhouse to their current state of reclusive shut-ins.

Even their sect headquarters had been relocated from the prosperous central region of the continent to the west of the Xiling Mountain Range, near the sea in Vast Sea City.

They harbored the delusion of using the names of Bo Saixi and Sea God Island to borrow power and intimidate others.

"Boring. It doesn't even make me want to kill them and wipe out their sect," Qian Xunji remarked with cold indifference.

He hadn't even exerted himself, yet these Clear Sky Tang Clan members were already failing.

The entire sect had only Tang Zhen, a Titled Douluo who was suffering from severe injuries.

The cultivation levels of the elders mentioned in the original records were merely Spirit Saints and Spirit Douluos.

The total number of spirit masters in the sect was barely over a thousand, only one-tenth of their peak strength.

"Those fellows surnamed Tang are actually able to attract your attention. I am curious as to why," the Deep Sea Demon Whale King asked with interest.

It was rare for it to see Qian Xunji take an interest in anything other than increasing his own strength.

Since it had sacrificed itself to become a tool spirit, it had been following Qian Xunji for quite some time.

In its mind, this human's only impressions were cultivation to raise his level, or practicing various self-created spirit skills.

Even when hunting spirit beasts, his goals were clear and his actions swift.

He almost always crushed them with absolute power.

The only time he used his brain was for cultivation.

That he would now scheme against a group of weaklings was simply inconceivable.

The youth named Tang Hao, though favored by Poseidon, was still young and too weak in the eyes of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King; if he were a threat, one should simply kill him.

"Mr. Demon Whale King, he is a special existence." Qian Xunji did not elaborate.

He did not want to explain that the original Douluo Continent was a long novel.

Tang Hao was the father of the novel's protagonist, Tang San.

And he, Qian Xunji, would be beaten into a bedridden invalid by Tang Hao in the story, eventually dying at the hands of his ungrateful, traitorous disciple, Bibi Dong.

"How is he special?" It was very curious.

"It is hard to explain, but I can guarantee you that Tang Hao will not be able to successfully inherit the Sea God Position and allow Poseidon to gain his freedom and leave the God Realm."

At the mention of the Sea God Poseidon, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's attention was successfully diverted.

"Do you think we should sink the grain ships that Sea God Island sends to the continent?" the Deep Sea Demon Whale King proposed.

Having stayed with Qian Xunji for so long and learned so much, it had also become quite wicked.

Cutting off Sea God Island's food supply and letting the Sea God's believers go hungry—just thinking about it was amusing.

"If you can convince Lady Demon Empress to take action, I don't mind."

Qian Xunji did not oppose the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's proposal, but he did not want to do it himself.

There was no particular reason; he was simply too lazy to act.

After the brief conversation between the man and the beast ended, Qian Xunji found a new mountain peak and began to cultivate.

The peak had a name: Thunder Cliff.

The sky, which had been turning from cloudy to clear, was suddenly overwhelmed by black clouds, with lightning filling the heavens.

Deafening thunderclaps spread in all directions.

The headquarters of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was located on Thunder Cliff, a sacred cultivation site for lightning-attribute spirit masters.

"What is going on? Why has this stormy weather lasted for so long?" Yu Yuanzhen was very puzzled. Disturbed by the noise of the thunder for days, unable to eat or sleep well, his tone sounded somewhat irritable.

He had lived on Thunder Cliff for decades and had certainly encountered extreme weather before.

But this was the first time he had seen a storm that lasted for days on end, roaring continuously twenty-four hours a day.

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes looked toward the distance, toward the center of the storm.

He vaguely felt that some great, terrifying existence was there.

"Father."

Yu Yuanzhen looked toward the sound and saw a young man approaching empty-handed, a look of slight embarrassment on his face.

The youth was his son, Yu Xiaogang, not Yu Xiaogang the "Prison Anus."

"Xiaogang, you're here." Yu Yuanzhen's tone revealed his exhaustion.

This son of his was good for nothing.

He lacked talent, possessing only a congenital spirit power of 0.5.

He lacked a martial spirit, possessing only a pig martial spirit that could do nothing but fart.

He lacked brains, refusing to cultivate properly and only knowing how to gorge on medicine to get stronger.

If one spoke of greed, he was truly greedy; the cultivation resources that elite disciples received in a month, he would finish in a single day, and once finished, he would come back to ask for more.

Because Yu Xiaogang wasted cultivation resources without any significant improvement in his cultivation, he had been scolded by the elders at the elder meetings more times than he could count.

Ever since this son awakened his martial spirit at the age of six, he had become a supplier of jokes for everyone's leisure time.

"Father, please give me some medicinal bath supplies."

"Take it." Yu Yuanzhen took a packet of medicine from his Storage Spirit Tool and placed it casually on the table.

Regarding this son who relied on gorging on medicine to raise his spirit power level and possessed only one-ring cultivation, he truly felt, Why didn't he just end up in the stomach and get dissolved by stomach acid back then?

Yu Xiaogang reached out with a look of grievance to take the medicine, said nothing, and left stubbornly.

He had to prove himself; he was not trash.

Thirty years east of the mountain, thirty years west of the mountain; don't bully your Brother Gangzi for being young and weak.

Gangzi: When Brother Scar enters my body, I shall spread my name far and wide with roses.

On the way back to his room, Gangzi was ambushed.

An eight-year-old loli performed a running flying kick, slamming into Gangzi's backside and causing him to fall face-first into the dirt.

"Trash, going to Grandfather to demand cultivation resources again."

"You don't know how to think about the family or contribute to the sect all day long; you only know how to waste cultivation resources."

"It is truly eight lifetimes of bad luck for Grandfather to have a trash son like you."

"A pig-like small fry like you is just wasting air by staying alive."

The eight-year-old loli stood with her hands on her hips, one foot planted on Gangzi's buttocks, looking down at him with a face full of disgust as she rattled on incessantly.

Facing a niece who was younger than him but possessed greater strength, Gangzi could not fight back at all.

The incompetent Gangzi was like an incompetent uncle, forced to submit to his niece's tyranny.

He was trampled, kicked, and then robbed of his cultivation resources.

"Yu Ruowan, I, Yu Xiaogang, do not have a niece like you." Yu Xiaogang's eyes were red, he was panting like an ox, and he muttered through gritted teeth.

This violent loli niece would beat and scold him every time she saw him, then rob him of his cultivation resources.

She robbed him at least twenty times a month.

Every time she beat him, she never hit his face, choosing instead to target his buttocks, which were usually hidden from view.

Gangzi was extremely concerned about his reputation; he couldn't possibly go before his parents after every beating, drop his pants, and reveal the atrocities Yu Ruowan had committed against him, could he?

Yu Yuanzhen left his office and the sect, taking his younger brother Yu Luomian with him as he headed toward the center of the thunderstorm.

Danger was often accompanied by opportunity.

He had once heard that hundred-thousand-year spirit beasts needed to undergo a heavenly tribulation and be struck by lightning.

Thunder Cliff was not only a sacred place for lightning-attribute spirit masters to cultivate, but also a habitat for lightning-attribute spirit beasts.

It was not impossible that a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast was hidden within the Thunder Soul Beast Forest.

After all, some spirit beasts liked to dig a hole and stay there quietly; if a creature came, they would eat it, and if not, they would just stay still to conserve energy, not needing to eat for several months.