Ronan's Past

Yu Xiaogang did not know, but Yu Nan did: Luo Sanpao was actually the lower form of the Golden Sacred Dragon.

As long as its bloodline was activated, it could molt and evolve into a Golden Sacred Dragon!

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Yu Nan rejected him coldly.

Yu Xiaogang froze. He apparently had not expected an orphan who could not even afford enough food to dare reject the clan leader's son.

He unwillingly tried to persuade him for a long time, but Yu Nan remained unmoved.

A few days later, Yu Xiaogang came knocking again.

This time, there was a trace of coercion and threat in his tone. He even tried to use the clan's rules to pressure Yu Nan.

"Yu Xiaogang, put away that ridiculous theory of yours."

Yu Nan finally lost his patience and mercilessly tore away Yu Xiaogang's disguise.

"If your theory really worked, why are you still a Soul Master of barely more than ten ranks?"

"You want to use me as your test subject to satisfy that pathetic vanity of yours? Dream on!"

"Even if I, Yu Nan, remain trash for the rest of my life, I will never learn your self-deceiving tricks. Get lost!"

Yu Xiaogang's face instantly turned the color of pig liver. He trembled all over and pointed at Yu Nan, unable to say a word for a long while before finally storming away with a flick of his sleeve.

Yu Nan had thought the matter was over.

But he had underestimated Yu Xiaogang's narrow-minded cruelty, as well as Yu Yuanzhen's indulgence toward his useless son.

After returning, Yu Xiaogang flew into a rage out of humiliation and exaggerated the story before his father, Yu Yuanzhen, claiming that Yu Nan had no respect for his elders, insulted the clan's direct lineage, and possessed vile character.

To Yu Yuanzhen, a peripheral orphan who had awakened a useless martial soul was no different from a stray dog by the roadside.

Since his own son found him unpleasant to look at, he could simply throw him out.

Thus, a cold expulsion order was issued.

On a stormy night, eight-year-old Yu Nan was stripped of the few worn-out clothes the clan had given him.

Like garbage, he was thrown out through the gates of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Standing on the muddy mountain path and watching the grand gates slowly close, Yu Nan neither cried nor begged.

He merely stared coldly in that direction through the downpour and silently swore in his heart:

From this day onward, there would be no more Yu Nan, disciple of the Blue Lightning Clan.

There would only be the transmigrator, Ronan!

After leaving the clan, the young Ronan was forced onto the streets, scraping by in the gray underbelly of Douluo Continent.

To survive, he fought stray dogs for food, worked as a pickpocket in the black market, and served as a menial laborer cleaning bloodstains in the Underground Spirit Arena.

In this cruel world, without strength, even breathing was a sin.

But Ronan possessed the wisdom of his previous life and courage far beyond ordinary people.

Using his ability to read people, honed through hardship in the black market, along with certain underhanded methods, he gradually amassed his first fortune.

With money, he began cultivating like a madman.

He knew Luo Sanpao appeared useless because it contained an extremely pure, yet exceedingly restrained, Golden Sacred Dragon Bloodline.

That bloodline was too high-tier, causing an energy collapse during awakening and turning it into a malignant mutation.

To activate this bloodline, he absolutely could not randomly absorb some skunk like Yu Xiaogang had!

He had to use Dragon Clan bloodlines to stimulate it!

To withstand the physical strain brought by absorbing powerful dragon-type soul rings, Ronan purchased a large quantity of Whale Rubber.

In this era, Whale Rubber was merely regarded by nobles as a vulgar aphrodisiac and virility drug.

But in Ronan's eyes, it was a priceless treasure capable of greatly improving a Soul Master's physique.

He endured the terrifying heat and meridian-rending agony brought by Whale Rubber, pushing his body to its limits again and again.

Each time he consumed high-year Whale Rubber, it felt as though he had rolled through a vat of boiling oil. Yet once the pain faded, his physical strength underwent earth-shaking changes.

With a powerful physique far surpassing Soul Masters of the same rank, Ronan's soul ring absorption path was nothing short of insane.

Going completely against Yu Xiaogang's approach, every one of Ronan's soul rings had to come from a Spirit Beast with Dragon Clan bloodlines!

For his first soul ring, he risked his life to devise and carry out the hunt of a six-hundred-year subdragon species, an Armored Earth Dragon.

This far exceeded the limit for a first soul ring.

When violent dragon-type Soul Power poured into his body, Luo Sanpao let out a pained howl, and for the first time, a faint glimmer of golden light flickered across its body.

His second soul ring came from a two-thousand-year Scaled Berserk Dragon!

His third soul ring came from a five-thousand-year Thunder Winged Dragon!

Every time he absorbed a soul ring beyond his rank, Ronan walked the line between life and death.

But he won his gamble.

As pure dragon-type soul rings continuously entered it, Luo Sanpao grew larger and larger. Its comical pig face gradually became imposing, while golden scales began to emerge beneath its purple skin.

When he reached rank forty, Ronan made a decision that everyone considered insane.

For his fourth soul ring, he directly set his sights on a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast—a pureblood Fire-Armored Flying Dragon!

A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast for a fourth soul ring!

Throughout the history of Douluo Continent, this was an unprecedented act of suicide.

The spiritual shock produced after the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast died nearly tore Ronan's Spiritual Sea to pieces.

The violent power of the fire dragon burned his meridians apart inch by inch.

But just as Ronan was about to collapse, a miracle occurred.

Quantitative change had finally produced qualitative change.

Amid dazzling golden radiance so brilliant that heaven and earth lost their color, the purple piglet that could only fart released a dragon roar that shook the sky.

Its body swelled wildly within the golden light. Its limbs transformed into thick dragon claws, broad golden dragon wings sprouted from its back, and its entire body became covered in radiant dragon scales seemingly cast from gold.

Luo Sanpao—no, rather, its dormant bloodline had finally awakened.

It had successfully evolved into one of Douluo Continent's most powerful martial souls, the Golden Sacred Dragon!

At that moment, Ronan's Soul Power surged explosively.

From then on, his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, with no bottlenecks remaining to hinder him.

In just over a decade, he advanced triumphantly all the way.

At twenty-four, an age when others still struggled desperately to break through to Soul Ancestor, he had already reached the peak of rank seventy-nine, only a step away from becoming a Soul Douluo.

That was also why Tang Xiao had found a way to make Ronan marry his younger sister.

Tang Xiao happened to have some acquaintance with Ronan, and Ronan also owed him a favor.

Everything had naturally fallen into place.

"Phew..."

Ronan exhaled another mouthful of thick smoke, pulling his thoughts back from those long memories.

He lowered his head and glanced at his left hand.

In the darkness of night, a deep black demonic pattern faintly emerged in the center of his left palm.

That was his second martial soul, the Dark Demon Dragon.

As his first martial soul, the Golden Sacred Dragon, continued to grow stronger, Ronan increasingly felt the suppressed dark power within him stirring restlessly.

Light and darkness were two entirely opposite, absolutely incompatible extreme attributes.