I, Yu Xiaogang, the Future Dragon God Douluo!

"You!"

Yu Xiaogang's chest heaved violently. Having been struck at his sore spot, he looked utterly deranged as he charged forward, intending to beat the woman senseless.

Yet even in that state, Yu Xiaogang was no match for Rong'er.

Lightning tore across the rainy night sky, illuminating everything for an instant.

Rong'er knocked Yu Xiaogang to the ground with a punch, then proceeded to kick and punch him.

In agony, Yu Xiaogang curled into himself and desperately shielded his vital areas.

After quite a while, Rong'er finally stopped, panting. "Don't you even look at what you are?"

"I've been in this business for fifteen years, and this is the first time I've encountered something as small as yours. I couldn't feel a thing." Rong'er gestured with her fingers. "And every time, you'd ask whether I was happy. Happy my ass!"

As she spoke, the thought enraged her further, and she kicked Yu Xiaogang in the chest again.

"Damn it, you bitch!"

After her reminder, Yu Xiaogang instantly understood everything.

No wonder she was so experienced and had called him a prodigy.

Prodigy, my ass!

It was only because she had traveled more roads!

And she had even said he was naturally dark!

"I earn money and make a living with my own skills. Unlike a useless bastard like you, who can't even manage himself but still wants to abduct the Saintess." Rong'er kicked him again. "Damn it, you even wanted to rely on the Saintess to turn your life around. You deserve to stay in a filthy gutter forever!"

The more she spoke, the more worked up Rong'er became, continuously kicking Yu Xiaogang.

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang had stopped moving much, Ghost emerged from the shadows and placed one hand on Rong'er's shoulder.

Lexi, the healing soul master, appeared behind him. She removed the black hood over her head, and a look of intense disdain crossed her face when she saw Yu Xiaogang.

"Your Excellency Ghost Douluo, wouldn't it be simpler to just let him die?"

"Why waste soul power saving him?"

When Rong'er saw Ghost, all her earlier arrogance instantly vanished, replaced by extreme respect.

Ghost looked coldly at Yu Xiaogang. "He is, after all, that old dragon Yu Yuanzhen's useless son. If he dies in Spirit City, it would not reflect well on Spirit Hall's reputation."

"I understand."

"Third Soul Skill, Sea Flower Stamen."

Five soul rings lit up around Lexi: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black.

Lexi brought her hands together, and a small pale-blue flower emerged in her palms. It had six petals, while its three glistening blue stamens gave off a faint fragrance.

The third purple soul ring erupted with light. The flower released waves of delicate fragrance as it drifted toward Yu Xiaogang on the bed, gradually entering his body.

Yu Xiaogang's battered body slowly began to recover. Though it could not heal him completely, it was enough to ensure that he would not die for the time being.

"That's enough."

After saying that, Ghost took the two women and left.

Half an hour passed.

Lightning flashed across the sky, briefly illuminating the darkness.

Yu Xiaogang opened his eyes and clutched his head. His expression twisted as he spat out another mouthful of blood, countless memories intertwining in his mind.

"I, Yu Xiaogang, am the future Dragon God Douluo!"

"I taught a god!"

"But Xiao San, why didn't you take me to the God Realm?! Why?!"

Yu Xiaogang slowly dragged himself up from the ground and returned to Spirit City through the pouring rain. He sat beneath a dilapidated shed, shivering violently in the cold wind and rain.

"Qian Xunji! It was all that damned Qian Xunji!"

"If it weren't for him, Dong'er would have returned with me to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect long ago. Then I could have asked Father to act and obtained the Ninth-grade Purple Ganoderma, breaking through to thirty ranks of soul power!"

Yu Xiaogang grew more and more agitated as he spoke.

"Right, the Ninth-grade Purple Ganoderma! I remember Xiao San took it from that old poison Dugu Bo's herb garden. As long as I have the Ninth-grade Purple Ganoderma, I can soar again!"

"Father—Father will help me!"

Yu Xiaogang spoke as if possessed, but then he shook his head. "No, Father would never help me. In his eyes, I am nothing but trash. He has treated me badly since I was young."

"Besides, Father would not fight Dugu Bo for me. An immortal Titled Douluo poses far too great a threat to the sect."

"Sun-Moon Radiant Golden Transformation! Martial Soul Fusion Agent, Golden Holy Dragon!"

"Yes, the Golden Holy Dragon!"

As he said this, Yu Xiaogang's eyes shone brighter and brighter. He clenched his fists. "As long as Luo Sanpao uses Martial Soul Fusion, I can contend against Dugu Bo and pluck the Ninth-grade Purple Ganoderma from his herb garden!"

"Flender, Liu Erlong—I know where they are. I need to befriend them as quickly as possible!"

Glancing at the torrential rain still falling outside, Yu Xiaogang, having sorted through his thoughts, gradually calmed down. He looked toward Spirit Hall. "Just wait. I, Yu Xiaogang, will definitely make you regret this!"

Inside the room.

Rong'er knelt on the floor, silently awaiting the words of Ghost Douluo before her.

Ghost sipped his tea and slowly set down the cup. "You completed your task very well."

"It was all thanks to the young master's excellent arrangements." Rong'er pressed her head to the floor.

She did not dare claim such credit for herself. If he wanted to kill her, it would be as easy as crushing an ant.

"You now have two choices."

"First, this house will be yours, along with fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins. Your food and clothing will be guaranteed for the rest of your life."

"Second, Windmoon Residence still needs a manager. I can arrange for you to go there. How far you can rise afterward will depend on you."

"Choose for yourself."

"I choose the second!" Rong'er answered without the slightest hesitation.

"Fine." Ghost took out a sheet of paper bearing his seal and placed it on the table. "Rest for two days, then report to Windmoon Residence."

With that, Ghost turned and left the room.

Rong'er rose to her feet and looked at the letter of recommendation on the table, a smug smile on her face.

As for the first choice, although it would allow her to live without worries over food or clothing, it would mean she would have no further connection to Spirit Hall. That was not what she wanted.

She wanted to become a respected soul master too!

Though the chances were slim, if any children she bore in the future possessed soul power, she could use her position working for Spirit Hall to send them to study at Martial Soul Academy.

If she chose the first option, then even with Gold Soul Coins, she would have no way to enter Martial Soul Academy.

Besides, if she performed well in the future, she might still have a chance to climb higher.

There was no need to hesitate over which choice mattered more!

When Bibi Dong pushed open the door, she saw Qian Chenzhou sitting cross-legged and circulating his cultivation method.

"Your Highness the Saintess."

A maid stepped forward, poured a cup of tea, presented it to her, then silently retreated to the side.

Watching Qian Chenzhou cultivate, Bibi Dong always felt that he was not cultivating normally. Instead, like her, he seemed to be compressing his soul power.

She found it rather interesting.

The door opened again, and Qian Xunji walked in wearing ordinary clothes. His expression was already unpleasant, and when he discovered Bibi Dong was present as well, it worsened even further.