Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect (Part One)

After spending a week "loving each other dearly" with his grandfather, Mo Lin officially returned to the Douluo Continent.

But this time, Mo Lin was not alone. His younger uncle, Mo Jia, accompanied him.

First, it was for Mo Lin's safety;

Second, Mo Jia had been striving to break through to Rank 96 on the island for the past two years and had always been just a tiny bit short. For the sake of balance on the island, he could not fight those hundred-thousand-year soul beasts, and the gap between him and his father was too great. He felt that he should go to the Douluo Continent and seek opponents of similar strength.

"Xiao Lin, what do you plan to do first after returning to the Douluo Continent? Go back to Spirit Hall?" Mo Jia asked.

"No." Mo Lin shook his head. "Spirit Hall's affairs aren't urgent. As long as nothing major goes wrong, it won't make much difference if I return a little later. The key right now is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. For revenge against the Clear Sky Sect, not only does our Mo Family need to be fully prepared, but the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect does as well. What's more, they're still being kept in the dark and know nothing about what happened back then."

However, what Mo Lin had told Mo Jia was not the most critical point. The most critical point was that Mo Lin still could not figure out what place he held in Bibi Dong's heart. He felt that compared to him, Bibi Dong would still be far more likely to favor Yu Xiaogang's feelings.

After all, one was her disciple, while the other was her former lover. She and Yu Xiaogang had been forcibly separated by Qian Xunji. Mo Lin could not guarantee that once Bibi Dong learned of his connection to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, she would not launch a "Soul Hunt Operation" against them.

Therefore, the first thing Mo Lin needed to do was bring Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong back to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's support.

At the entrance of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, Mo Lin cupped his hands in greeting toward the two disciples standing guard.

"I have come to visit your sect master on a matter of importance. I hope you two can go in and announce my arrival."

These two gatekeeping disciples were not random servants pulled from the sect. They had been assigned to guard the gate precisely because they were exceptionally good at judging people.

They carefully examined Mo Lin. His white hair was especially eye-catching, while his attire was mainly white on the left side and black on the right. On anyone else, it would have seemed rather strange, yet this young man's bearing perfectly suited the outfit. He exuded an immortal aura, and both his conduct and speech were refined and courteous. One look was enough to tell that he came from a major power.

The man standing behind the youth also had white hair and wore mostly black. At every moment, he exuded an unfathomable air. He was clearly no simple figure—he had to be an expert.

The two gatekeepers returned the salute. One of them said, "The two of you possess extraordinary bearing. You must be distinguished guests who have come from afar. However, our sect master is currently discussing matters with the elders and cannot spare the time for the moment. Would you be willing to rest briefly in the sect's reception hall first? Once the sect master is free, we will immediately inform him of your arrival."

"Then we'll trouble you. Please lead the way," Mo Lin said.

After arriving at the reception hall, and once the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect disciple had gone outside to stand guard, Mo Lin transmitted his voice to Mo Jia from afar. "Uncle, what's your first impression of this sect?"

Mo Jia transmitted his reply as well. "How should I put it? It seems... too weak."

Mo Jia had learned information about the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect from Mo Lin and already knew roughly how strong it was. Yet after experiencing it firsthand, he felt that not only did the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect lack any impressive top-tier combat power, but its lower and middle ranks were lacking as well. No wonder the final seat among the upper three sects had not belonged to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect before Yu Yuanzhen defeated the old sect masters of the current lower four sects and Bone Douluo. This sect was being propped up entirely by Yu Yuanzhen alone.

"Indeed. Compared with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Clear Sky Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect currently has no real advantage. But if we can bring that person back, even if only for a short time, it could bring enormous changes," Mo Lin said.

About two hours later, footsteps sounded outside. Another man whose appearance was wildly at odds with his age entered the room. The newcomer was naturally Yu Yuanzhen.

The moment he entered the reception hall, Yu Yuanzhen's gaze first settled on Mo Lin. He could clearly sense an inexplicable feeling of closeness toward this young man whom he had never met before.

Then Yu Yuanzhen looked toward Mo Jia, who stood behind Mo Lin.

"A Titled Douluo!"

Even though Mo Jia had not deliberately released the slightest trace of aura or intimidation, Yu Yuanzhen still sensed his approximate strength.

"A Titled Douluo accompanying a young man—few forces could produce such a combination... Could they be from Spirit Hall?"

Yu Yuanzhen asked first, "I am Yu Yuanzhen, the current sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. May I ask why the two of you have suddenly come to visit our sect?"

"This junior is Mo Lin."

Mo Lin glanced at the alert disciples standing at the entrance to the reception hall.

Yu Yuanzhen understood his meaning and gestured for the disciples to close the doors and leave. "Now, you can speak."

Mo Lin nodded, took a jade bracelet from his storage bracelet, and handed it to Yu Yuanzhen.

At first, Yu Yuanzhen could not understand what Mo Lin was doing. But when he saw the bracelet's style and the inscription carved upon it, he staggered back in shock. His pupils dilated as he stared incredulously at the bracelet in his hand.

"Th-this is my little sister's... my little sister's bracelet! Twenty-two years ago, I gave it to her as a coming-of-age gift. Why is it in your hands?!"

Suddenly, Yu Yuanzhen recalled the sense of closeness he had felt upon entering. He slowly walked toward Mo Lin, raised his other hand to stroke Mo Lin's face, and looked into his eyes.

"Your eyes look very much like your mother's."

Uncle, are you reenacting Harry Potter here?

Mo Lin silently complained to himself, then spoke with genuine emotion.

"Uncle!"

Yu Yuanzhen immediately embraced Mo Lin. After holding him tightly for a while, he seemed to remember something and hurriedly asked, "Where is your mother? Where is she now? Did she say why she left? Did she say why she never came back?"

Mo Lin gritted his teeth. "Mother... passed away fourteen years ago."

"Passed away?" Yu Yuanzhen could not believe Mo Lin's words. "How is that possible?! On this continent, who would dare kill my, Yu Yuanzhen's, younger sister?! Could it be—"

Mo Lin grabbed Yu Yuanzhen's hand to stop his unreliable train of thought. Yu Yuanzhen was already heading in the wrong direction, so Mo Lin quickly named the true enemy:

"Clear Sky Sect."

Yu Yuanzhen was momentarily dazed. He had never imagined that a sect as "upright and honorable" as the Clear Sky Sect would lay a hand on his younger sister:

"Clear Sky Sect? How could it be them?"

Mo Lin's tone carried anger and a trace of mockery:

"Uncle, surely you aren't naive enough to believe that, in this world, there's a major power completely free of even the slightest stain?"