The Hot-Blooded Yu Yuanzhen

Several figures flashed past the entrance of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect.

"Young Sect Master, if we sneak out like this and the Sect Master finds out..."

Yu Heng's face was full of worry. He could not help glancing back at the sect gradually receding into the distance, his voice filled with unease.

"Tch, you're so damn long-winded." Yu Yuanzhen raced ahead, the fierce wind whipping up his dark blue hair. A rebellious sharpness filled his brows.

"We're only going to spar with someone, not attack Spirit Hall. Father keeps that name on his lips all day. My ears are practically growing calluses from hearing it."

The name he kept muttering was precisely the one that had left him restless—Zhang Qingxuan.

Ever since he had accidentally overheard his father, Yu Jingtian, softly murmuring that name while drinking alone late at night some time ago, Yu Yuanzhen had become obsessed.

Leveraging his status as the Young Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, along with the Li Clan incident that had become widely known, he followed the clues and actually uncovered some traces.

"The Li Family's adopted son is also named Zhang Qingxuan... Same name, same age..."

A cold fighting spirit curled across Yu Yuanzhen's lips.

"Whether you're that Zhang Qingxuan or not, since you dared make Father notice you, I'll personally test you today and see whether you're a true dragon or a loach!"

Meanwhile, deep within the sect, a burly figure stood atop a cliff on the Star Gazing Platform.

Yu Jingtian wore the blue-violet robes of a sect master, his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze pierced through layers of space and accurately locked onto the figures departing in the distance.

"Sect Master, the Young Sect Master snuck down the mountain this time. If he causes trouble..."

The guardian elder beside him looked troubled and hesitated to speak.

"No need to stop him. You couldn't stop him anyway."

Yu Jingtian smiled faintly, a deep gleam flashing through his eyes.

"Zhen has had everything go his way since childhood. Though his talent is outstanding, his pride is too high, and he knows nothing of the dangers outside."

"Rather than keep him caged up until he becomes useless, it would be better to let him run into a wall. It just so happens that young man can teach him what it means that there is always someone stronger."

After a pause, Yu Jingtian turned around. His gaze swept over the elders behind him, whose expressions were complicated, and he slowly said, "Besides, this is also an opportunity for him to see what kind of monster his so-called 'idol' truly is."

An elderly white-haired elder could not help stepping forward. He cupped his hands and asked, "Sect Master, is that young man called Zhang Qingxuan truly as extraordinary as you say?"

"Among the Young Sect Master's generation, he is already a Soul Emperor at twenty. Looking across the younger generation of the world, how many people can truly surpass him?"

"That's right, Sect Master. The Young Sect Master's talent is already monstrous. That Zhang Qingxuan..."

Listening to the elders' discussion, Yu Jingtian could not help chuckling. His laughter carried traces of nostalgia and emotion. "You have not seen him, so naturally you do not understand. When I encountered him back then, he was not even twenty."

The elders immediately pricked up their ears.

"It was a night of raging thunder and rain!"

Yu Jingtian's voice sank, as though he were drawing everyone into that battlefield of flashing lightning and roaring thunder.

"I was gravely injured and being hunted by a Soul Beast with more than a hundred thousand years of cultivation!"

"Then that young man and a Title Douluo suddenly appeared and directly fought that Soul Beast!"

"Because of the weather, that fire-attributed Title Douluo could not unleash his true strength."

"But unlike the Title Douluo, that young man was completely unaffected by the weather. He even borrowed the power of the weather."

"What? Borrowed the power of the weather?" an elder exclaimed.

"Even a lightning-attributed Soul Master might not be able to draw upon such external power!"

"If he had merely borrowed the weather's power, that would have been one thing." Yu Jingtian shook his head and looked into the distance, lingering fear from that day still in his eyes.

"The terrifying part was that when I prepared to intervene, the lightning pressure erupting around him made even me, a level ninety-three Title Douluo, feel my heart tremble. Only then did I understand that he was not borrowing power at all. He was controlling lightning!"

The entire place fell deathly silent.

What did it mean for a Title Douluo to sense danger?

At that moment, Yu Jingtian dropped an even more shocking bombshell. "And let me tell you this: according to my senses, that young man's martial soul... did not possess a lightning attribute to begin with!"

"That's impossible!" Several elders cried out almost in unison. They then looked at one another, their faces full of disbelief.

No lightning attribute, yet he could command the thunder of heaven and earth? Unless...

Yu Jingtian looked at their shocked expressions and softly sighed, revealing the truth that left every high-ranking member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect breathless. "That's right. It was a Self-Created Soul Skill he comprehended himself. And it was not merely a Soul Skill—it was an understanding and control of the laws of heaven and earth."

"A Self-Created Soul Skill!"

Those four words exploded in everyone's minds like thunder.

For a top-tier power, a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring was certainly precious, but it was a consumable. A Self-Created Soul Skill, especially one involving elemental laws, was a living legacy that could be passed down through generations! Its value even surpassed a top-grade Soul Bone!

After the brief shock, several elders immediately erupted, their eyes turning red.

"Sect Master! Why didn't you forcibly keep him back then?" One elder stamped his foot anxiously, grief and indignation filling his face.

"Such a genius, and one so proficient in the path of lightning—he is practically a treasure bestowed upon our Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect by the heavens! Any price would have been worth paying!"

"That's right, Sect Master! If we could recruit him into the sect, our sect's strength could reach its peak at least fifty years ahead of schedule!"

"Hehe, Sect Master, I think this is easy to handle."

A rather portly elder rubbed his hands together and grinned lecherously. "The moment I heard about him, I knew he must be an imposing young man. He is about the same age as my youngest daughter. A talented man and a beautiful woman are a perfect match—he ought to become my son-in-law!"

"Wouldn't that make both the talent and the secret techniques ours?"

"Bullshit! What fate could he possibly have with your daughter?" An ill-tempered elder beside him immediately flared up, blowing his beard and glaring as he shoved his colleague aside.

"I say he is the one fated for my precious daughter, who just turned eighteen! I'm going back to write a letter right now and have that girl prepare to marry!"

"You old lecher, how old is your daughter? He clearly looks like the devoted type. Maybe he already has someone in his heart!"

"Get lost, all of you. My daughter is gentle and virtuous, far better than your shrewish brat!"

For a time, on the Star Gazing Platform, which had originally been solemn and dignified, several elders who normally appeared so proper argued until they were red in the face over their prospective son-in-law. They nearly came to blows on the spot.

Watching this scene, Yu Jingtian helplessly rubbed his brow, though a meaningful curve lifted at the corner of his lips.

"Enough. Save your breath." Yu Jingtian waved his hand, cutting off the farce.

"That kid is sharp. You should put away those little schemes as soon as possible. As for Zhen..."

He looked once more toward the direction where the flying vessel had vanished, anticipation flashing through his eyes.

"Let Qingxuan give my disappointing son a proper lesson."