Yu Xiaogang's Melancholy

Yu Xiaogang felt quite melancholy today, for he sensed that he might be about to die.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Heavens, he was never meant to have a brilliant life.

He was originally a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and his father was the current clan head—a level ninety-five Power Attack Super Douluo.

This status alone was enough to make ninety-nine percent of the continent envious.

Naturally, he had often taken pride in this as a child.

That was until he was six years old, during the clan's awakening ceremony. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he awakened a martial soul unique to the entire continent: one that could leave his body and possessed its own consciousness.

Everyone was astonished at the time, and some members of smaller clans even offered their congratulations on the spot.

After all, such a martial soul had set a precedent, and many present believed his future was limitless; it was not impossible that he might carve out a new path for Soul Masters in the future.

Although his father's expression had remained calm, he had caught a glimpse of joy deep within his father's eyes.

In that moment, he secretly swore to himself that he would one day become his father's pride.

He remembered that vow vividly; it had been impossible to forget.

Because the innate soul power detected immediately afterward shattered that newly made vow into pieces.

Innate soul power of zero point five—this, too, was a rarity in the world.

In an instant, everyone fell silent. The air grew terrifyingly still; one could truly hear a pin drop.

He could see the panic in the eyes of the person who had helped him awaken his martial soul, the embarrassment in the eyes of the small-clan members, the amusement in the eyes of certain uncles, and the calm in his father's eyes.

Looking back now, from the moment he awakened his martial soul, he had essentially had no future to speak of.

But he had been unwilling to accept it back then; he wanted to find another way, to bridge the gap in innate soul power through his own hard work.

He still held a glimmer of fantasy about becoming his father's pride.

This fantasy persisted until his youth, when he finally gave up.

Leaving behind a letter, he chose to quietly depart from the clan on an ordinary night, deciding to travel the continent to see if he could find a way to make up for his innate soul power.

The result was, naturally, that he found nothing, but the good news was that he fell in love with a beautiful, gentle girl. Then, one day, that girl inexplicably abandoned him, and he finally learned her identity—the current Saintess of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong.

He was heartbroken at the time, yet he possessed enough self-awareness to know that his talent was simply unworthy of the Saintess of Spirit Hall.

So he left, continuing his travels with his emotional wounds, still attempting to find a way to compensate for his innate soul power.

Of course, the result remained the same, but the good news was that during his travels, he befriended his good brother and another powerful, beautiful girl.

Well, he fell in love with this girl as well.

He was truly happy during that time, even believing for a while that his previous suffering had been a prelude to this beautiful life.

However, he hadn't been happy for many days before the bad news arrived.

The girl's family came looking for her, and he recognized those people—they were all from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

He finally realized the girl's true identity: she was, damn it, his own younger sister...

Cruel Heavens, it had to be you, fixating on one person to toy with; the highs and lows of life were experienced to the fullest through him.

In the end, he ran away alone, slinking off to Nuoding City, where he became the Grandmaster, a "waste" who had been mocked for over a decade.

He had assumed his life would just be like this—living out his days in cowardice and eventually dying in this obscure little place.

That was until four days ago, when he took on a disciple, which ignited a glimmer of light in his otherwise dark future.

Perhaps he could prove to the entire continent that he was not a waste by cultivating a powerful disciple, and prove to his father that he was his pride.

What a pity that this fantasy, just like the vow from his childhood, shattered the moment it arose.

He glanced at the Datura Snake drawing ever closer, then looked at the disciple he had just taken on.

His own life was essentially ruined; he was a worthless wretch, so if he died, he died.

But his disciple was still young, possessed great talent, and had a bright future. He absolutely could not die here.

Grandmaster gritted his teeth and suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Tang San, you go first! I'll hold it off!"

"Teacher!" Tang San, standing beside him, was struck with terror.

"No nonsense! Go! If you don't leave now, neither of us will make it out!" Grandmaster barked, two Soul Rings rising beneath his feet. "Sanpao, let this beast see our final strike!"

"Fart like smoke, hypnotize and sleep, Luo Sanpao!"

As the words fell, the yellow, dog-like creature leaped into the air and took aim with its rear.

With a "pfft" sound, a massive cloud of thick white smoke erupted, instantly enveloping the charging Datura Snake.

Datura Snake: ?????

"I hope this works... hurry up and sleep..."

Grandmaster watched the shadow looming within the smoke, praying silently in his heart.

But prayers were useless in the face of the "no smoke, no damage" law.

"Hiss!"

A furious roar erupted, followed by a pair of scarlet eyes appearing within the mist. The so-called hypnotic sleep effect had almost no impact on this Datura Snake.

Why "almost," you ask? Because that fart had successfully enraged it.

It had lived for so long, yet never had any creature dared to blast it with a fart. But today, this piece of food had not only blasted it, but had done so twice in a row—it was simply unforgivable!

The next moment, a bloody, gaping maw lunged out of the mist, appearing before Grandmaster in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Grandmaster felt his entire body turn cold, with only one thought flashing through his mind:

It's over...

Just as Grandmaster braced himself to die in the jaws of this beast, Luo Sanpao rushed over from not far away, attempting to ram the Datura Snake and resolve the crisis.

However, something was faster than it.

In Grandmaster's line of sight, the ground suddenly split open for some reason, and then several vines as thick as two fingers shot out, binding the Datura Snake that was closing in on him right where it stood.

Before he could even process what was happening, a youthful voice rang out from a distance: "First Soul Skill, kill it!"

As the words fell, a blurred shadow flashed by, followed by a hiss of unwillingness.

Grandmaster looked over instinctively and discovered that the Datura Snake, which had left him waiting in despair for death, had been pinned to the spot by a steel spike as thick as a baby's forearm. It was already beginning to condense a Soul Ring.

"Teacher..."

Tang San ran over at this moment, steadying Grandmaster, who was stumbling after his narrow escape from death.

"I'm fine, Little San."

Grandmaster reached out and patted Tang San's arm, then hurried to the side of the Datura Snake's carcass. He reached out to touch the vines that had bound the snake, his eyes flashing with unprecedented surprise.

Blue Silver Grass, this was absolutely Blue Silver Grass!

The world's talents were truly as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river; he had never expected that someone had already cultivated Blue Silver Grass to such a degree.

If he could befriend this person, then perhaps Little San wouldn't have to cross the river by feeling for stones when it came to his own Blue Silver Grass...