Yu Yuanzhen: Aren't You Setting Your Father Up?

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Fei dragged his exhausted body back to the clan and headed straight for the clan leader's main hall.

He did not dare delay in the slightest, afraid that any mishap would get him slapped to death by Yu Yuanzhen.

On the way back, he had already made up his mind. He would never accept another escort mission for Yu Xiaogang, even if it killed him.

Inside the main hall.

Yu Fei raised his head and looked at Yu Yuanzhen, the tall, burly man seated upon the dragon-patterned throne.

Yu Yuanzhen's stern, profound face was filled with the majesty of a great clan leader after Yu Fei and the others arrived.

"Clan Leader, we're back!"

"But this time, things are a little different."

Yu Fei dropped to one knee and spoke as cold sweat streamed down his face.

"What happened?" Yu Yuanzhen frowned slightly.

Before Yu Fei could answer, Yu Xiaogang, who had originally been taken away by others for treatment, rushed into the clan's main hall. His clothes were tattered, and he was covered in blood.

"Father, you must stand up for me."

Yu Xiaogang wailed miserably.

The moment Yu Yuanzhen saw Yu Xiaogang in that state, fury surged within him. He demanded, "Yu Fei, what happened? Xiaogang went out for one trip, so how did he end up like this? You're a Soul King. Couldn't you even protect him?"

"Clan Leader, this wasn't our doing. The other side was simply too strong. We were no match for them."

Yu Fei explained, drenched in cold sweat.

Damn it.

I knew I wouldn't be able to avoid this.

Was something wrong with Yu Xiaogang's head?

Instead of obediently recovering from his injuries after returning to the clan, he had run here to report his grievances. What a nuisance.

"Who was it? Didn't you give them my name? My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is one of the Upper Three Clans. Who would dare provoke us?"

Although Yu Xiaogang was somewhat useless.

He was still his biological son. Beating his son was the same as slapping him in the face, wasn't it?

If word got out, where would he put his face?

The Upper Three Clans and Lower Four Clans all cared about their reputations. Once something disgraceful happened, they would surely be mocked for a lifetime.

Back then, before his son turned six, he had strutted about the clan boasting that he would surpass his old man.

Yu Yuanzhen had actually believed him. He had thought his son would inherit his talent. Even if he did not possess Innate Full Soul Power, he should at least have level-eight Soul Power.

That would have given him a better chance of becoming a Titled Douluo.

On the day his martial soul awakened, Yu Yuanzhen had watched his son with great anticipation, expecting purple qi from the east and an auspicious omen.

To his surprise, purple qi had indeed appeared, but the awakened martial soul was not the one-in-ten-thousand Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon beast martial soul. It was instead a detached martial soul: a pig.

At that moment, he had collapsed. The entire clan had been utterly humiliated, and even he could no longer hold his head high.

The matter was like a thorn lodged in his heart, leaving him unable to eat or sleep in peace.

He had hoped that, with such a detached martial soul, at least his Soul Power would be decent.

The pig martial soul was bad enough, but his Soul Power was only level 0.5. He was useless beyond useless.

As his biological father, Yu Yuanzhen felt incomparably ashamed.

Level 0.5 Soul Power meant that reaching level fifty in this lifetime would already be his absolute limit.

Yu Yuanzhen had still poured vast clan resources into him, barely feeding him enough to become a Soul Master. He had thought his soul skill might offer some improvement.

When Yu Xiaogang returned to the clan after obtaining his first soul ring, Yu Yuanzhen fell into complete despair the moment he heard the name of the soul skill.

A fart like thunder, earth-shattering Luo Sanpao.

There was no thunder at all when he farted, only a disgusting, foul-smelling fart.

From then on, Yu Yuanzhen held no hope for him whatsoever. He only prayed that this son would not cause him trouble.

Even though everyone in the clan looked down on Yu Xiaogang, they only spoke about it in private. In public, none of them dared offend their clan leader.

Yu Yuanzhen suppressed the anger in his heart and slowly said, "Then tell me. Who was it?"

Yu Fei looked utterly aggrieved. "Clan Leader, the young clan leader offended the Pope's first disciple and second disciple."

"You mean Su Mu and Bibi Dong?" Yu Yuanzhen frowned.

"Exactly." Yu Fei nodded.

Yu Yuanzhen fell silent for a moment. He looked at his son and found him more irritating the longer he looked.

Putting everything else aside, Su Mu's prestige across the continent was unmatched. If Yu Yuanzhen so much as touched a hair on him, Spirit Hall would not even need to act. The spittle of the entire world could drown him.

"How did you provoke him?" Yu Yuanzhen asked.

"At the time, there were no rooms left at the inn, so the young master told me to deal with them. Who knew a young girl would suddenly appear? The two of them beat us all up.

"The young master tried to run, but that girl stopped him and whipped him mercilessly, turning his face into a pig's head."

Yu Fei looked helpless as well. He only hoped he would not be implicated.

Yu Yuanzhen's veins bulged. "Are you an idiot? You couldn't recognize who he was?"

Yu Fei's body trembled. "Clan Leader, we had never seen Su Mu or Bibi Dong before. We had only heard of their deeds."

If they had truly known, they would not have dared.

"My heavens!" Yu Yuanzhen slapped his own cheek, on the verge of tears. What would he do if those people from Spirit Hall came knocking?

"Father, you have to stand up for me. I didn't do anything wrong, and they weren't even hurt."

Yu Xiaogang felt deeply wronged.

"Get the hell out!" Yu Yuanzhen roared. "You don't know Spirit Hall's strength, but I do! You want the whole clan buried with you? I sure don't!"

Yu Xiaogang shrank back in fright.

He had not expected Yu Yuanzhen to be so furious.

"If you had even a shred of sense, you'd know Su Mu cannot be offended, understand?"

"He's a healing Soul Master, yet he's far stronger than you. Even Nine Heart Begonia might not compare to Su Mu."

Yu Yuanzhen lectured Yu Xiaogang.

What a wonderful son he had raised.

Why was he even lecturing him? What was the point?

"You'd better behave yourself from now on. Your father is only an ordinary Titled Douluo. I can't afford to offend the Upper Three Clans. I can afford to offend the Lower Four Clans, but their clan leaders are Soul Douluos too.

"If you find being the young clan leader too difficult right now, you can give it up. I'll choose someone else. Do you understand?"

Yu Yuanzhen bellowed furiously.

"Father, I understand." Yu Xiaogang lowered his head and replied.

Yu Xiaogang was extremely unwilling to accept this. Why did he have to be beaten and scolded? Just because he was trash with Innate level 0.5 Soul Power?

One day, he would make everyone regret it.

"Now get the hell back and cultivate! The Soul Master Tournament is coming up, so hurry up and break through to level twenty!" Yu Yuanzhen barked. "Otherwise, what the hell are you entering the Soul Master Tournament for? You're even supposed to lead the team as captain. Aren't you ashamed?"

Yu Yuanzhen looked at his disappointing son with frustration, wishing he could slap him awake.

"Yes, Father!" Yu Xiaogang nodded obediently, then turned and left.

Yu Yuanzhen watched Yu Xiaogang's departing back, then dismissed Yu Fei as well.

After venting his anger, Yu Yuanzhen calmed down, though he still felt lingering fear.

If Spirit Hall held him accountable, he could not bear the consequences. He needed to find a compromise.

As for the other members of the team, didn't Yu Luomian have an illegitimate daughter?

She had a mutated Fire Dragon martial soul and fairly good talent. She could be considered for a place on the team.