Lovesick Heartbreak Red: Xiao Wu Easily Plucks the Flower—It Wasn't That Hard

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Nine Dragon Mountain.

"Tianheng lost?"

Within True Dragon Hall atop True Dragon Mountain, Yu Yuanzhen had also received news of Yu Tianheng's defeat and was somewhat surprised.

Yu Yuanzhen knew exactly how strong his grandson was.

As a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the candidates to inherit the clan leadership, Yu Tianheng was a prodigy with the potential to become a Titled Douluo.

Yet he had actually lost to an obscure special recruit from Heaven Dou. Beyond surprise, Yu Yuanzhen was even more curious about Meng Chen.

Yu Yuanzhen continued reading. When he saw that Meng Chen's martial soul was the Thunder Hell Vine, his aged eyes suddenly narrowed in shock.

"Thunder Hell Vine?! Someone actually awakened such a martial soul!"

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had an ancient heritage, and its martial soul possessed the lightning attribute. Its research into lightning-attributed Soul Beasts across the continent was far more thorough than that of other families and sects.

Among the many lightning-attributed Soul Beasts recorded by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Thunder Hell Vine had been classified as a taboo by a clan leader several centuries ago—the existence least to be provoked.

Yu Yuanzhen recalled that ancient record.

Around six hundred years ago, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan leader of that generation had led several Soul Douluo and more than a dozen Soul Saints to hunt a high-quality Soul Ring for a level ninety Soul Douluo of the clan.

They had arrived at a deadly Thunder Pool, believing that a powerful lightning-attributed draconic beast was hidden there. Instead, they encountered a Ten-Thousand-Year Thunder Hell Vine.

The result was obvious. Aside from that generation's clan leader, who escaped, all the other ancestral Soul Masters perished there.

Afterward, that clan leader designated the Thunder Pool as forbidden ground. The Thunder Hell Vine became a taboo of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the absolute nemesis of Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragons, and even of all lightning-attributed martial souls and Soul Beasts!

Yet as time passed, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan never discovered another Thunder Hell Vine.

Over time, no one in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan knew of this matter except him, the current clan leader.

Even he himself had never taken it too seriously.

Who would have thought that a Thunder Hell Vine Soul Master would appear on the continent—and that his grandson would encounter him? Yu Yuanzhen strongly suspected that someone was targeting the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

"Sigh, Tianheng's loss was not undeserved. With the dominance and strength of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul, along with Dragon Transformation, even ordinary level thirty-nine Soul Elders were no match for him. Yet he happened to meet a Thunder Hell Vine. His luck was truly poor..."

Yu Yuanzhen sighed softly, attributing everything to Yu Tianheng's bad luck.

Still, Yu Yuanzhen looked over Meng Chen's profile.

He was seven years younger than Yu Tianheng, yet his Soul Power was one level higher. On top of that, his Soul Rings were two purple and one black, a configuration surpassing that of ordinary Soul Elders.

A trace of killing intent flashed through Yu Yuanzhen's eyes.

If Meng Chen were allowed to grow, then with the Thunder Hell Vine's suppression of all lightning-attributed martial souls, where would there be any place left on the continent for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?

However, Meng Chen was so outstanding that Yu Yuanzhen guessed a powerful Soul Master must be cultivating him from behind the scenes, quite possibly a Titled Douluo as well.

Clutching the intelligence report, Yu Yuanzhen fell silent for a long time before restraining the killing intent in his heart.

"Forget it. I'll observe him a little longer. If this Meng Chen truly shows signs of becoming an enemy of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, it won't be too late to decide then."

Yu Yuanzhen thought to himself.

Even if Meng Chen had a Titled Douluo backing him, if he truly opposed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Yuanzhen would annihilate him in advance even if he had to stake the entire clan on it!

Elsewhere, at the Crown Prince's residence.

After listening to his subordinate's report, Xue Qinghe waved him away.

He gazed at the scenery beyond the window, but his thoughts had already drifted far away.

The night was deep, and the moon shone brightly.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the window and spilled into the bedroom, illuminating Meng Chen's cheeks.

Suddenly, Meng Chen's aura underwent a subtle change. His Soul Power fluctuations abruptly surged, climbing to a higher peak.

A moment later, Meng Chen slowly opened his eyes. Feeling that the Soul Power within him had risen further, a faint smile appeared on his lips as he spoke with feeling.

"Finally, level forty. It's a little faster than Aunt Ye expected. Thanks for the gift, Yu Tianheng."

According to Ye Xishui's original estimate, it would have taken him at least another half month to reach level forty.

But during the daytime soul battle, the Thunder Hell Vine had drained Yu Tianheng's lightning power. The feedback from his nighttime cultivation gave him a push, and he broke through naturally.

"Looks like I'll have to make another trip to the Star Dou Great Forest."

The thought of having to painstakingly search the Star Dou Great Forest for Soul Beasts again gave Meng Chen a headache.

If only soul spirit technology already existed. He could just get himself a hundred-thousand-year soul spirit—why would he need to run around searching for Soul Beasts?

He could not be bothered to think further. He lay down and went to sleep, deciding to deal with the Soul Beast matter after reaching the Star Dou Great Forest.

The next day, the sun shone brightly beneath a clear blue sky.

"Xiao Wu, I broke through to level forty."

The moment Meng Chen woke up, he told Xiao Wu the good news. She was both shocked and delighted, circling around him several times.

"A-Chen, you broke through so quickly? Then doesn't that mean you'll have to go hunt Soul Beasts again..."

At the mention of hunting Soul Beasts, Xiao Wu's mood dipped for a moment.

But when she thought of Meng Chen's Soul Ring configuration, she knew he would surely be hunting a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Worry surfaced in her eyes as she hurriedly asked:

"A-Chen, what quality Soul Ring are you planning to obtain for your fourth one? A ten-thousand-year one?"

Meng Chen nodded. With his current physique and spiritual power, he could already absorb a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring perfectly.

"Then you have to be careful. Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts are different from the Five-Element Beasts from before. A thousand years is a thousand years, and ten thousand years is ten thousand years. Even nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years still counts as a Thousand-Year Soul Beast."

"And the souls of true Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts have already matured. If you are even slightly careless, the lingering resentment of the Soul Beast may attack you while you absorb the Soul Ring."

Xiao Wu cautioned Meng Chen, telling him to be extra careful.

Meng Chen did not ask further. With a flip of his hand, he took out an immortal herb from the Bone Dragon Ring.

It was an ordinary-looking white flower, palm-sized and shaped like a peony. It had no leaves, and beneath its stem was connected a large stone. The stone was pitch-black throughout and extremely heavy.

Several startlingly red patches marked the white flower, crimson as blood and carrying a soul-stirring beauty.

"Xiao Wu, I happened to obtain an immortal herb called the Lovesick Heartbreak Red. It is said to be an incarnation left in the mortal world by the God of Love. Only a person of utmost devotion, thinking of the one they love, can pluck it after watering it with their blood."

Meng Chen did not tell Tang San's cringeworthy story that could make someone dig out a three-bedroom apartment with their toes, instead replacing it with his own version.

"Once plucked, it will never wither as long as it remains by its owner's side, and it will also protect its flower master. If consumed, it can raise one's cultivation by at least ten levels."

"I thought that rather than leaving it in the Bone Dragon Ring, I might as well let you try. If you succeed..."

Before Meng Chen could finish speaking, Xiao Wu spat out a mouthful of blood onto the Lovesick Heartbreak Red.

He had not expected Xiao Wu to be so decisive. The Lovesick Heartbreak Red did not even tremble before immediately falling from the Black Jue Stone into Xiao Wu's hands.

Xiao Wu wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and cradled the breathtaking Lovesick Heartbreak Red in her hands. A hint of pride rose on her exquisite face as she said smugly:

"A-Chen, it wasn't that hard. It fell off right away."

Watching Xiao Wu pluck the flower in an instant, her smile was so clear and pure, untouched by any impurity. Her beautiful eyes, fixed on him, were filled entirely with his reflection. Meng Chen blanked out for a moment, somewhat dazed.

Only after a long while did he come back to himself, his gaze growing gentler.

Looking at the stunning girl before him holding the flower, Meng Chen reached out and stroked Xiao Wu's soft hair, praising her gently.

"Mm, I knew my Xiao Wu was the best..."