Yu Xiaogang's Swine Martial Soul

Na'er, Zi'er, and Bi'er were summoned back by Qian Xunji.

Three tiny figures came walking down the corridor of Spirit Hall's side palace: one with purple hair and purple eyes, one with green hair and green eyes, and one with white hair and red pupils.

Luo Jiuyou's gaze passed over Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue's shoulders and settled on the white-haired, red-eyed girl at the front.

He had never seen what Zi Ji and Bi Ji looked like at the age of six, but that hair color, those eyes, and the outline of that face...

Even diminished in size, he could still recognize them.

Zi Ji's true form was the Hell Demon Dragon King, and her human form had purple hair and purple eyes.

Bi Ji was an Emerald Swan, with green hair and green eyes in human form.

Both details matched.

But Na'er...

Why did she have white hair and red eyes?

The Silver Dragon King's true form had silver hair and purple eyes. After taking human form, she should have had silver hair and purple eyes as well.

White hair and red eyes—two colors had changed.

Was it an error during her transformation?

Or had the Silver Dragon King deliberately altered her appearance?

Or perhaps something had gone wrong at some stage after Na'er took human form?

He had no answer and could only bury his doubts deep in his heart.

"Greetings, Teacher."

The three little girls stopped before Qian Xunji and curtsied in unison.

Their voices were crisp and synchronized, their manner obedient and well-behaved. Yet as they bowed, all three of them glanced toward Luo Jiuyou at the same time.

Then they all looked away at once, as though afraid the others might notice.

They had found their target.

Luo Jiuyou noticed the looks from the three little ones but said nothing, merely narrowing his eyes slightly.

Qian Xunji failed to notice the brief anomaly. Looking at his three newly accepted disciples with satisfaction, he said, "Good children, go with the Grand Worshipper. He will obtain your soul rings for you."

Qian Daoliu stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the three girls one by one. After sensing their aptitudes, he fell silent for a moment before giving a slight nod.

He said nothing, but he had already reached a conclusion.

Three top-tier martial souls, three geniuses with Innate Full Soul Power.

The rise of Spirit Hall was no empty claim.

He turned around and led the three little girls out of the hall.

"All right, you've all been away for several days. Now that you're back, go get some proper rest."

Qian Xunji turned to look at his remaining four disciples. His gaze paused briefly on Luo Jiuyou before moving away.

After saying that, he turned and headed toward the administrative hall.

With seven disciples of peerless talent, he had even more ideas for Spirit Hall's future. He had already been a workaholic, and now he threw himself into it with even greater devotion.

Bibi Dong was the first to react. "Come on, come on, let's go back to our quarters!"

Qian Renxue also leaned in. "Little Junior Brother, what are you standing there for?"

One on each side, the two girls grabbed Luo Jiuyou's arms with practiced familiarity and dragged him outside. Ye Guyi said nothing, but she followed them as well, her steps noticeably lighter than usual.

Half dragged and half pulled along by them, Luo Jiuyou looked back toward the entrance of the hall.

The three tiny figures had already followed Qian Daoliu into the distance.

He withdrew his gaze and said nothing, allowing the three girls to surround him as they headed toward the eastern courtyard.

Elsewhere, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was holding a grand awakening ceremony for its disciples.

On the training grounds, disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan entered the awakening formation one after another as lights of every color flared in succession.

Dragon-shaped phantoms wreathed in crackling lightning appeared in the sky, drawing nods and murmurs from the representatives of the major sects who had come to observe.

After one youth awakened, a blue dragon phantom soared into the air, dense electric arcs crackling around it.

"Innate Rank Seven Soul Power!" The elder presiding over the ceremony raised his voice, and low murmurs of approval rose all around.

Innate Rank Seven Soul Power already counted as first-rate talent. With the sect's cultivation, he had the potential to become at least a Soul Douluo.

Several high-ranking members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan exchanged glances, each with satisfaction on their faces.

Though he was not an unparalleled genius with Innate Full Soul Power, producing someone with Innate Rank Seven Soul Power made the trip worthwhile.

In the viewing area, a scrawny, flat-topped youth stood with his arms folded and his chin raised, undisguised arrogance in his eyes.

He glanced at the disciple who had just awakened and gave a soft snort.

Just Innate Rank Seven Soul Power, and they were already this excited?

Once Yu Xiaogang stepped forward, he would show everyone what a true genius was.

The corners of his lips rose slightly as he could not help imagining the shocked expressions of everyone present when he made his entrance.

The elder continued reading from the list. "Next—Yu Xiaogang!"

The moment that name was announced, everyone's eyes turned in unison toward the center of the training grounds.

Yu Xiaogang, the second son of Yu Yuanzhen, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's leader, had been entrusted with great expectations from birth.

Two influential figures in the viewing area exchanged a glance at the same time.

Ning Ting, the leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, lightly tapped the armrest with his fingertips, his gaze falling upon the scrawny figure.

"Brother Yu Yuanzhen, your son carries himself with extraordinary bearing. I trust he will make a name for himself today."

Tang Zhen, leader of the Clear Sky Sect, also gave a slight nod, his eyes holding a hint of scrutiny.

Yu Yuanzhen sat in the seat of honor, his expression steady, though a trace of anticipation remained hidden in the depths of his eyes.

Xiaogang had been intelligent and outstanding since childhood. He believed that today's awakening would surely bring a pleasant surprise to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and strode toward the awakening formation with his head held high and chest out.

He paid no attention to the people whispering on either side, his gaze fixed only on the awakening formation ahead.

"Begin." The elder's voice fell.

Yu Xiaogang closed his eyes and immersed himself completely in his senses.

He could feel a warm power flowing out from within his body, as though something were awakening.

A surge of wild joy rose in his heart.

This was the feeling!

He truly was different from those ordinary disciples!

The next moment, a dazzling golden light burst violently from his body.

The light rapidly condensed in the sky, forming an enormous golden phantom.

A long, slender body, wings spread wide, radiating a vigorous and vast aura.

Everyone in the viewing area rose to their feet.

Ning Ting's gaze sharpened abruptly. "That isn't the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon..."

Tang Zhen frowned slightly as well. "That is... a dragon race martial soul? But its form is different."

Even Yu Yuanzhen's breathing quickened, his eyes filled with disbelief.

A golden giant dragon phantom...

Could Xiaogang's martial soul have mutated?

If it had truly mutated into an even more powerful dragon martial soul, then all the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's hopes for the future would rest upon him!

However, before Yu Xiaogang could savor that joy, an intense pain exploded from his chest.

"Pfft!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his aura instantly withered.

The golden giant dragon phantom in the sky trembled violently twice, as though something were tearing at its form. Then it began to collapse at a rapid pace.

The golden radiance faded bit by bit. The dragon's body became smaller and blurrier, eventually condensing into a short, chubby purple outline.

It stood on four legs, with two large drooping ears, a fat head and large ears, and let out a short "oink."

A pig.

More precisely, a purple pig with a fat head and large ears.

The entire training grounds fell into dead silence.

Every gaze landed on that purple figure, as if nailed in place.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul... mutated?"

An elder stared in disbelief. "It became a... pig?"

That sentence was like a needle, piercing everyone's silence.

Discussions surged in from all directions. At first, they were suppressed whispers, but they soon turned into undisguised uproar.

"Yu Yuanzhen's son awakened a pig martial soul?"

"This is too absurd... the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan leader's son has a pig for a martial soul?"

"They say a dragon's nine sons are each different, but isn't this difference a bit too great?!"

Yu Xiaogang stood stiffly in the center of the formation.

His eyes were fixed on that purple pig as though he had yet to comprehend what had happened.

Just moments ago, he had been imagining how brilliantly he would shine after awakening, imagining himself standing on the stage and receiving everyone's congratulations...

But how could it be a pig? A pig?

Yu Yuanzhen's face darkened like iron. His lips trembled slightly, but he did not say a word.

After a moment of silence, Ning Ting slowly said, "Martial soul mutations are inherently unpredictable... Brother Yu Yuanzhen, do not take it too much to heart."

Tang Zhen did not respond, merely shaking his head slightly.

Yu Xiaogang stood in the center of the formation, listening to the endless discussions around him.

He remained motionless, head lowered, fists clenched tight.

The purple pig seemed to sense his emotions. It raised its head to look at him, then lowered it again and let out a quiet "oink."

Yu Xiaogang's nails nearly dug into his palms.

How could his martial soul be a pig?!

"I don't believe it!"

"Pfft."

Yu Xiaogang vomited blood once more and completely fainted.