Douluo Continent.
After Qian Xunji returned, his divine sense immediately covered the entire continent, piecing together what had happened from fragmented intelligence.
Ever since Tang Chen had been killed and his corpse taken away as a trophy.
Without Tang Chen, the Level 99 Limit Douluo, holding down the fort, the severely weakened Clear Sky Sect had come under siege from other sects.
Led by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, with the Elephant Armored Sect, Sacred Dragon Sect, Black Tiger Sect, and Fire Leopard Sect following behind, the six major sects formed an alliance to jointly attack the Clear Sky Sect.
The towering Clear Sky Sect, the peerless War Soul Hammer.
Tang Chen had spent a generation wielding the Clear Sky Hammer across the land, establishing the Clear Sky Sect as the number one sect under heaven, the Clear Sky Hammer as the number one tool martial spirit, and claiming a vast domain.
Yet less than a few years after his death, the Clear Sky Sect declined by the day, losing members and having its properties seized.
In just a few short years, it had fallen from one of the three strongest forces to the pathetic state it was in now.
Even its sect grounds had moved from the prosperous central region of the continent to the western Xiling Mountain Range, north of Vast Sea City, near the sea.
They deluded themselves into borrowing Bo Saixi and Sea God Island's name to intimidate others.
"Boring. It doesn't even make me want to wipe out their sect." Qian Xunji remarked coldly.
He had not even exerted himself, yet those Clear Sky Tang Clan people had already collapsed.
The entire sect had only one Titled Douluo left—Tang Zhen, who was seriously injured.
The elders from the original story were merely Spirit Saints and Spirit Douluos.
The total number of Spirit Masters in the sect was barely over a thousand, just one-tenth of what it had been in its prime.
"Those people surnamed Tang actually caught your attention. I'm very curious why," the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King asked.
It was rare for it to see Qian Xunji take an interest in anything other than increasing his own strength.
It had been following Qian Xunji for some time since sacrificing itself to become an Artifact Spirit.
This human's image in its mind consisted of nothing but cultivating to raise his strength and training all sorts of Self-Created Soul Skills.
Even when hunting Spirit Beasts, his goals were clear and his actions swift.
He almost always crushed his opponents with absolute strength.
The only time he used his brain was for cultivation.
Yet this time, he was actually scheming against a group of weaklings. It was simply unbelievable.
That youth named Tang Hao might have Poseidon's favor, but in the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's eyes, he was still too young and too weak. If he posed a threat, they could 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 Tang San, the protagonist of that novel.
And Qian Xunji himself would be hammered into a bedridden invalid by Tang Hao in that story, before ultimately dying at the hands of Bibi Dong, his ungrateful, traitorous disciple.
"How is he special?" It was deeply curious.
"It's hard to explain, but I can guarantee that Tang Hao will not successfully inherit the Sea God Position and free Poseidon to leave the God Realm."
At the mention of Sea God Poseidon, the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's attention was successfully diverted.
"Do you think we should sink the grain ships Sea God Island sends to the continent?" the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King suggested.
After spending so much time with Qian Xunji and learning so much from him, it had become rather wicked too.
Cut off Sea God Island's food supply and let the Sea God's believers go hungry. Just thinking about it was fun.
"If you can persuade Lady Demon Empress to act, I have no objections."
Qian Xunji did not oppose the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's suggestion, but he did not want to act personally.
There was no particular reason. He simply could not be bothered.
After the brief conversation between man and beast ended.
Qian Xunji found another mountaintop and began cultivating again.
The mountain had a name: Thunder Cliff.
The sky, which had originally been clearing after cloudy weather, was instantly shrouded in dark clouds, with thunder filling the heavens.
The deafening roars of thunder spread in every direction.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's sect grounds were located at Thunder Cliff, a holy cultivation ground for lightning-attribute Spirit Masters.
"What is going on? Why has this thunderstorm weather persisted for so long?" Yu Yuanzhen was deeply puzzled. Disturbed by the thunder's noise for days on end and unable to eat or sleep well, his tone carried a hint of irritation.
He had lived at Thunder Cliff for decades and had experienced extreme weather before.
But this was the first time he had seen thunderstorms that rumbled without interruption around the clock, day after day.
Yu Yuanzhen's gaze turned toward the center of the storm.
He vaguely sensed some terrifying existence there.
"Father."
Yu Yuanzhen looked toward the voice and saw a youth approaching empty-handed, his face carrying a trace of embarrassment.
The youth was his son, Yu Xiaogang—not Yu Xiaogang with a different character.
"Xiao Gang, you're here." Weariness seeped through Yu Yuanzhen's tone.
There was nothing good about this son of his.
No talent—his Innate Soul Power was only Level 0.5.
No martial spirit—a pig martial spirit that only knew how to fart.
No brains—rather than cultivating properly, he only knew how to stuff himself with medicine to grow stronger.
As for greed, he truly was greedy. He could burn through in a single day the cultivation resources an elite disciple received in a month, then come asking for more once he had used them up.
Because Yu Xiaogang wasted cultivation resources without making any obvious improvement in strength, he had been scolded by the elders at elder council meetings more times than he could count.
Ever since this son awakened his martial spirit at six years old, Yu Yuanzhen had become a source of jokes after every meal.
"Father, please give me some medicinal bath ingredients."
"Take them." Yu Yuanzhen took out a packet of medicine from his Storage Spirit Tool and casually set it on the table.
For this son of his, who had relied on swallowing medicine to raise his Soul Power Level and had only one soul ring, he truly felt, How had he not ended up in the stomach and been dissolved by gastric acid?
Yu Xiaogang reached out and took the medicine with a wronged expression. Without saying anything, he stubbornly left.
He would prove that he was not trash.
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—do not look down on Brother Gangzi for being young and weak.
Gangzi: Once Scar Brother enters my body, I shall become famous under the name Rose.
On his way back to his room, Gangzi was ambushed.
An eight-year-old loli took a running start and delivered a flying kick to Gangzi's ass, sending him face-first into the ground.
"Trash, you went to Grandpa again to beg for cultivation resources."
"You never think about the family or contribute to the sect. All you know is how to waste cultivation resources."
"Grandpa must have had eight lifetimes of rotten luck to end up with a trash son like you."
"A pig-dolphin minnow like you is wasting air just by being alive."
The eight-year-old loli stood with her hands on her hips, one foot planted on Gangzi's rear, looking down at him with utter disdain as she rattled on endlessly.
Faced with his young but far stronger grandniece, Gangzi was completely unable to fight back.
The useless Gangzi was like a useless uncle, able only to submit to his grandniece's tyranny.
He was trampled, kicked, and then robbed of his cultivation resources.
"Yu Ruowan, I, Yu Xiaogang, do not have a grandniece like you." Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot as he panted heavily and muttered through gritted teeth.
Whenever this violent loli grandniece saw him, she would beat him first, scold him afterward, and then steal his cultivation resources.
She robbed him at least twenty times a month.
Every time she beat him, she never hit his face. She specifically struck his ass, where it would not normally be seen.
Gangzi cared greatly about his reputation. He could not possibly take off his pants before his parents and show them Yu Ruowan's evil deeds every time he was beaten, could he?
Yu Yuanzhen left his office and the sect, taking his younger brother Yu Luomian with him toward the center of the thunderstorm.
Danger often came with opportunity.
He had heard that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts needed to undergo Heavenly Tribulation and be struck by lightning.
Thunder Cliff was not only a holy cultivation ground for lightning-attribute Spirit Masters, but also a habitat for lightning-attribute Spirit Beasts.
It was not impossible that a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was hidden within the Thunder Soul Beast Forest.
After all, some Spirit Beasts liked to dig a hole and lie quietly inside. When a creature came by, they ate it; when none came, they stayed still to conserve energy and could go months without needing to eat.
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