Reborn Yu Xiaogang: I Like a 1,000-Kilogram Bibi Dong and a Muscular Liu Erlong

Yu Xiaogang groggily opened his eyes.

The room was dim. He stared at the ceiling beams for a long while, his mind completely blank.

"...Where is this?"

His voice was soft, yet it sounded especially clear in the quiet room.

The door creaked open, and a tall figure strode quickly to the bedside.

Yu Yuanzhen bent down to look at him, his face a mixture of disappointment and concern. "Xiaogang, you're awake?"

Yu Xiaogang stared blankly at his father without answering.

Yu Yuanzhen reached out and pulled the blanket higher over him, softening his tone.

"Rest well. Don't think too much."

He sighed inwardly.

His martial soul mutation had failed, and he had only 0.5 levels of Innate Soul Power.

This life... probably held no hope for him.

It would be enough if he could live out the rest of his days peacefully.

As his father, all Yu Yuanzhen could do was ensure that his son lived comfortably for the rest of his life.

Although Yu Xiaogang was still young, he could vaguely sense the disappointment hidden in his father's complicated gaze.

He clenched the corner of the blanket, angry and anxious. He wanted to say something, but not a single word would come out.

"Mm. Rest well."

After comforting Yu Xiaogang, Yu Yuanzhen prepared to leave.

Just then, an intense pain suddenly exploded inside his head.

"Ah!!"

Yu Xiaogang let out a miserable scream, clutching his head tightly with both hands. His entire body curled up as he rolled and struggled violently on the bed.

Yu Yuanzhen's expression changed drastically. He stepped to the bedside and pressed down on his shoulders. "Xiaogang?! Xiaogang, what's wrong?!"

Yu Xiaogang could no longer hear anything.

It was as if something had forcibly split open his sea of consciousness. Countless images, voices, and fragments of memory flooded in like a torrent.

Spirit Hall, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Shrek Academy, Tang San.

Those scenes were as clear as if they had happened yesterday, yet as unfamiliar as if a lifetime separated them.

"Ah... ahhh..."

He howled in agony, his body arching up before crashing back down.

Yu Yuanzhen held him down tightly and roared toward the door, "Someone! Go find a healing Soul Master, now!"

Several disciples rushed out in panic.

Yu Yuanzhen lowered his head and held down his son, his hand trembling.

No matter what, no matter how useless he was, this was still his biological son.

The chaos continued for quite a while.

Then Yu Xiaogang's struggles gradually weakened. His body went limp, and his eyes stared blankly ahead, as though someone had torn his soul away.

Within his sea of consciousness, two voices echoed again and again, endlessly churning.

Who am I? Yu Xiaogang? Or... the teacher of Sea God Tang San?

I taught a god... I did not disgrace the clan... Or...

A worthless man with Luo Sanpao, whose martial soul awakened with 0.5 levels of Innate Soul Power...

The two consciousnesses collided within his mind, and he felt as though his spirit was about to be crushed to pieces.

Seeing his son's vacant, dull expression, Yu Yuanzhen was frantic with worry and was about to get up to find a Soul Master.

Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang's eyes sharply focused.

A piercing, razor-sharp light erupted from the depths of his gaze.

He abruptly sat up, his voice hoarse yet shrill.

"Ah! Little San!! You unfilial disciple, you actually didn't take me to the God Realm!"

The sudden shout startled Yu Yuanzhen. He hurriedly supported Yu Xiaogang by the shoulders. "Xiaogang?! How are you? Don't scare your father!"

Yu Xiaogang turned to look at his father.

That young face entered his sight.

There was no white hair at his temples, no wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and the concern in those eyes was genuine and burning.

He froze.

His father had become decades younger.

The image of his father in his memories, frail with age, overlapped with the young face before him. The immense contrast made his mind explode with a roar.

Memories surged in madly.

He had been reborn.

He had returned to the age of six.

Back to the beginning, when he had Luo Sanpao and 0.5 levels of Soul Power.

I... was reborn? I returned to when I was six?!

He lowered his head and looked at his small, chubby hands. The corners of his mouth slowly split into a grin, widening and widening until it became an almost twisted, manic smile.

He screamed wildly in his heart.

Hahaha! I returned to the age of six with all my memories, all my theories, all my knowledge! Hahaha! This time, I'll take back everything I lost!

Little San! You bastard who betrayed your master and ancestors! You actually didn't take your teacher to the God Realm! This time, I'll ascend there myself and show you!

He clenched his fists tightly, his expression shifting unpredictably.

Although my talent in my previous life was poor, that was only because I never encountered an opportunity.

Didn't Little San bring Immortal Herbs back from Old Poison's place?

With those Immortal Herbs, Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda evolved into the Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda, breaking the curse that prevented her from ever reaching Soul Douluo.

Hongjun also rid himself of the Evil Fire Phoenix's flaw, while every member of the Shrek Seven Monsters received improved talent and cultivated faster.

Yet you, Little San, only gave me one... one of the most ordinary Immortal Herbs! It barely allowed me to break through level thirty! Even when I died, I was only a level ninety-three Titled Douluo!

Hmph! In this life, I, Yu Xiaogang, will defy fate and change my destiny! I will return to the pinnacle! I will become a god!

Otherwise, how could I live up to this rebirth? Little San, once I become a god, just wait and see how I teach you a proper lesson!

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Then he thought of Luo Sanpao. With Immortal Herbs, Sanpao will definitely be able to truly evolve into the Golden Sacred Dragon!

Then he thought of Bibi Dong.

The Spirit Hall Pope who had loved him deeply in his previous life.

His gaze became dreamy, and an infatuated smile appeared on his lips.

That's right, Bibi Dong liked me so much too. In this life, I'll definitely reconnect with her and use Spirit Hall's resources to grow rapidly, far surpassing my previous life.

The image of Bibi Dong resurfaced in his mind.

She stood a full three meters tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, covered from head to toe in extremely useful fat, weighing a thousand kilograms.

That was what a true Soul Master beauty looked like!

How could she be compared to those delicate, frail women without even a shred of strength?

Her body was covered in thick fat that could negate damage from ordinary attacks. She had a powerful, broad build, could eat half a cow in one meal, and gave off an intense stench like a toilet.

He loved that smell most. It was exactly like the smell on Luo Sanpao's body.

This time, I'll borrow Bibi Dong's power again and use Spirit Hall's resources to lay eggs in another hen's nest. Qian Xunji? Hmph, don't even think about suppressing me again!

Then he thought of Liu Erlong.

His cousin from his previous life.

She was also three meters tall, with muscles bulging all over her body. She was immensely robust, with a voice as booming as thunder and a standard inverted-triangle figure.

His eyes flickered.

Although those muscles aren't as soft and beautiful as Bibi Dong's fat... they're so hard, so powerful. I like them quite a bit too.

"Xiaogang! Xiaogang! What's wrong?!"

Yu Yuanzhen's voice pulled him back from his trance.

Only then did Yu Xiaogang realize that he had been sitting there blankly, his eyes alternating between delight and gloom while his expressions changed as though he were performing a trick.

Yu Yuanzhen was badly frightened and shook his shoulders hard.

"Come on! Father will take you to someone to have you examined!"

Yu Xiaogang quickly said, "Father, I... I'm fine."

"I'm really fine."

Yu Yuanzhen stared at him intently, utterly unconvinced that his current state could be called "fine."

Fortunately, the healing Soul Master had arrived by then. After entering, he carefully examined Yu Xiaogang from head to toe before finally confirming—

There were no external or internal injuries. It was merely anger attacking the heart and mental exhaustion. He would recover after resting and recuperating for some time.

Only then did Yu Yuanzhen let out a long sigh of relief.

He sat by the bed in silence for a long while before speaking.

"Xiaogang, some things cannot be forced. But no matter what, you are the son of Yu Yuanzhen. For this life... it is enough for you to live peacefully and safely."

Yu Xiaogang looked up at the exhaustion in his father's eyes, and suddenly felt his chest tighten.

"Father... you don't believe in me either?"

Yu Yuanzhen remained silent and did not answer.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly straightened up and fixed him with a blazing stare.

"Father! I know all of you think I'm worthless! But let me tell you—I, Yu Xiaogang, will definitely stand at the very highest point of this continent in this life!"

"I'll make everyone regret the way they look at me today! I swear!"

"One day, I'll make everyone see that the name Yu Xiaogang is worthy of being called Dragon God Douluo!"

His voice was high and shrill, especially grating in the quiet room.

Seeing him like this, Yu Yuanzhen felt another stab of pain in his heart.

Not only was this child's talent ruined, but even his temperament had become so arrogant and conceited.

Yu Yuanzhen opened his mouth, but in the end, he merely sighed deeply.

"...Rest and recover properly. We'll discuss everything else later."

He stood and left without looking back.

Yu Xiaogang watched his father's back disappear through the doorway, his fists clenching until they cracked.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he panted like an ox, looking utterly deranged.

"Just wait! One day, every one of you will kneel and beg me!!"

After shouting, only his heavy breathing remained in the room.

He fell heavily back onto the bed, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began sorting through the wildly surging memories in his mind.

Now that he had returned through rebirth, he refused to believe that he could not surpass his previous life and truly become a god.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes.

"...Wait?"

He frowned and searched through certain details in his memories. The more he searched, the worse his expression became.

"Wasn't Qian Renxue Bibi Dong's daughter? Wasn't she also a thousand-kilogram fatty, a fleshball angel with six pairs of wings who could fly through the sky? Shouldn't she be calling Bibi Dong 'Mother'... why does she already exist now...?"

"Since when did Qian Xunji have seven disciples? He clearly only accepted Bibi Dong as his disciple..."

"And the soul ring configurations of those disciples... why do their first and second soul rings both seem to be purple thousand-year soul rings? There are also two level twenty-six Soul Grandmasters and one level thirty-four Soul Elder..."

"A six-year-old Qian Renxue is level thirty-four?! How is that possible??"

"Spirit Hall's Holy Son... Luo Jiuyou?? Who is this person?! I've never heard that name before!!"

"Six years old... level forty-nine... first and second soul rings are hundred-thousand-year rings..."

He abruptly sat up, his face blank. "...What kind of joke is this? Since when did Douluo Continent have so many terrifying monsters??"

He sat motionless on the bed, clenching his fists tightly.

He suddenly realized an extremely terrifying fact.

The world he had been reborn into seemed very different from the world he had lived in during his previous life!

What kind of terrifying world was this??

How could such absurd people exist?

Was this some kind of joke?