Yu Tianheng's Unwillingness, and a Way to Suddenly Become Stronger

Only then did she truly understand Xue Ye's predicament at the time.

It was not that he did not want revenge.

It was that the existence of that old man in green made the price of revenge unbearable.

She recalled that Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo Chen Xin had also attended Xue Beng's funeral.

White mourning drapes fluttered faintly in the wind. Several eternal lamps stood in the mourning hall, casting dim, desolate light.

Ning Fengzhi stood before the coffin with his head slightly lowered, sincere regret in his voice.

"Your Majesty, please accept my condolences."

Xue Ye raised his head. His bloodshot eyes fixed on Ning Fengzhi, his voice hoarse and sharp.

"Your daughter was standing beside that murderer."

Ning Fengzhi met Xue Ye's gaze for a moment. There was not the slightest trace of panic in those jade-like, gentle eyes.

He slowly spoke, his voice steady and composed.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will never betray the Heaven Dou Empire."

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will also stand with the Heaven Dou Empire."

Yu Luomian also made his stance clear at the funeral, his tone resolute and solemn.

He was Yu Tianheng's granduncle and the biological younger brother of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's sect master.

He represented the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan at this hastily arranged funeral.

The funeral was hastily concluded in less than two hours.

There were no salutes, no honor guard, no officials weeping in mourning. Only a few palace attendants stood outside the mourning hall with their hands folded.

From beginning to end, Xue Qinghe stood behind Xue Ye as the crown prince. Beneath his white mourning clothes, the expression on that handsome face was flawless.

After the funeral, she did not return to Heaven Dou Royal Academy, nor did she try to see Fang Fan.

It was not the right time yet.

Xue Ye was watching Fang Fan too closely. The entire palace was tense like a string that could snap at any moment.

If she approached Fang Fan rashly, it would only invite unnecessary suspicion.

After leaving Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Yu Tianheng went straight back to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

He had not stayed at the academy for even a moment. He had been sent flying by a single sword strike, instantly losing his ability to fight, then carried off the field in front of the entire team.

And then there was the way Dugu Yan looked at Fang Fan, the way she had once treated him, and the humiliation that burned in his chest like fire. Every step scorched him until he could barely breathe.

He passed through the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's grand mountain gate and walked down a stone-pillared corridor carved with the totems of ten thousand dragons.

Inside an ancient stone hall, he found Yu Yuanzhen meditating with his eyes closed.

Yu Yuanzhen slowly opened his eyes.

His imposing dragon eyes swept over Yu Tianheng's bandaged arms and the gloom that had yet to fade from his face.

His grizzled brows furrowed slightly.

He said nothing, merely waiting quietly for Yu Tianheng to speak.

Those imposing dragon eyes flickered faintly in the candlelight, like a flash of lightning breaking through the heavy clouds before a storm.

The stone hall was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood, while the totems of ten thousand dragons cast intertwining shadows across the walls.

"Grandfather! I was defeated in one move by a new student who is only thirteen!"

Yu Tianheng stepped forward, his voice filled with barely suppressed humiliation and resentment.

The bandages around his arms still throbbed faintly. Every wound reminded him of the terrifying force behind that thirty-meter greatsword when it came down.

Ever since childhood, he had been one of the finest among his peers. Blessed with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, he was a level thirty-nine Battle Soul Elder.

At Heaven Dou Royal Academy, aside from Dugu Yan, who could barely fight him on even terms, no one else could even withstand his Thunderclap Dragon Claw.

But today, he had not even endured one sword strike.

"Oh? Who was it?"

Yu Yuanzhen slowly straightened up. A trace of curiosity flashed through the dragon eyes beneath his thick grizzled brows.

He examined Yu Tianheng's injuries.

Both arms had suffered shock injuries, and his meridians were slightly damaged. Fortunately, his Martial Soul foundation had not been harmed.

A thirteen-year-old defeating a level thirty-nine Soul Elder with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon in one move—what kind of monster was that?

Normally, even the most gifted thirteen-year-old Soul Masters were only in their twenties. Reaching level thirty-two would already be shockingly extraordinary.

Yet Yu Tianheng not only had an overwhelming level advantage, but his Martial Soul was also the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, hailed as the continent's number one beast Martial Soul.

Among opponents of the same level, there were almost none who could defeat him in one move.

Let alone a youth whose level was far below his.

"His name is Fang Fan!"

Yu Tianheng gritted his teeth. When he forced that name through the gaps between his teeth, it carried intense unwillingness.

"Grandfather, is there any way to suddenly raise my Soul Power Level or strength?"

His eyes were filled with urgency as he said this.

He knew that Dugu Yan liked powerful men.

Especially the strongest one at Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

That position had once been his. He stood at the peak of the Imperial Fighting Team, and Dugu Yan's gaze had always followed him.

But now, Fang Fan had sent him flying with a sword strike in public, and Dugu Yan had not looked at him even once from beginning to end.

That humiliation was even more unbearable than the sword strike itself.

He wanted to become stronger. He wanted to defeat Fang Fan and take back what belonged to him.

"You brat, what kind of dream are you having? How could there be any way for a Soul Master to suddenly become stronger?"

Yu Yuanzhen's voice abruptly turned stern, and an almost imperceptible gloom flashed through his dragon eyes.

Of course, he knew of one method.

The True Dragon Nine Crowns.

The clan-protecting treasure passed down through generations of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

It could allow its wearer to temporarily possess the power of a true dragon, with a body as strong as a god's.

But forget Yu Tianheng—even the clan elders might not be able to suppress it.

Only the sect master, relying on the pure Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Bloodline, could barely control it.

If Yu Tianheng used it, the Thunder Dragon King Soul would instantly backlash against him.

It would take complete control of him.

At that point, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's greatest secret, buried for a thousand years, would be exposed to the world.

Once the True Dragon Nine Crowns were revealed, the entire Soul Master world would go mad over them.

The major sects and Spirit Hall would swarm in.

They absolutely could not take that risk.

As for Fang Fan—

Yu Yuanzhen had already learned the boy's background from Xue Ye.

At thirteen or fourteen, he possessed the Seven-Colored Light Sword Martial Soul and was a five-ring Soul King.

Behind him stood a level ninety-six Peak Douluo guardian.

That old man in green had been able to crush Dugu Bo with physical strength alone.

His strength was so overwhelming that Xue Ye had not dared to react even after swallowing the hatred of losing his son.

However—

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had countless members and experts in abundance.

As long as they joined forces with the Heaven Dou Empire, it was not impossible to deal with those two. They could even eliminate them with justification.

After pondering for a moment, Yu Yuanzhen turned his gaze back to Yu Tianheng. Complex light churned in the depths of his dragon eyes.

Of course, the premise of all this was—

That Fang Fan chose to become an enemy of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

If he did not provoke them first, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would not act rashly either.

Everything depended on the boy's own choice.

Yu Yuanzhen looked at the fire of unwillingness in his grandson's eyes and knew that the boy had not given up.

He had already made himself very clear.

There were no shortcuts in Soul Master cultivation. If one wanted to become stronger, one could only work steadily and earn it step by step.

But Yu Tianheng's heart was currently blinded by humiliation and urgency, leaving him unable to hear such reasoning.

After all, Fang Fan was far too arrogant. He had dared to kill Prince Xue Beng in public, showing absolutely no regard for the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.

Those who were too arrogant did not live long.

That was an iron law of the continent.

But this was not the time for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to step forward.

Some matters had to be weighed carefully.

Xue Ye himself had swallowed this insult.

Dugu Bo had been slapped flying and had not dared to utter a word.

Why should the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan go looking for trouble?

"Grandson, cultivate properly and defeat him with your strength."

Yu Yuanzhen's voice was deep and solemn. A meaningful glint flashed through his dragon eyes as he reached out and heavily patted Yu Tianheng's shoulder.

"Do not disgrace the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."