Who Is Yu Xiaogang? Then Who Am I?!

"Xiao Gang, there's one more thing." Yu Yuanzhen looked at his son before him—handsome, refined, well-read, and extraordinarily gifted—and felt immensely satisfied.

Then he looked at that unfilial brat who had defied him... Hmph!

"Please, go on." Yu Xiaogang listened attentively.

The more Yu Yuanzhen compared them, the more satisfied he became. "The matter of your awakening the Golden Sacred Dragon cannot be kept hidden."

Look at that! Look at that! This was what it meant to respect one's elders!

"There's no need to hide it, nor should we."

"If they want to know, then let them know."

"Why should I, Yu Xiaogang, act so furtively?" Though Yu Xiaogang's tone was calm, it carried the pride that only the strong possessed.

Yu Yuanzhen laughed. "Aren't you afraid they'll bully you with their seniority?"

"Aren't you still here? What do I have to fear?" Yu Xiaogang smiled as well.

Even in this era, Yu Yuanzhen was a top-tier powerhouse with a name to his credit.

With an elder at home, one possessed a treasure.

Could Yu Yuanzhen possibly stand by and watch others bully him with their seniority?

Besides... bullying the young with seniority? Let me show you who the elder one really is!

"Well said! That's the bearing my son should have!" Yu Yuanzhen was delighted beyond measure. "Come, let's return to the clan."

"Consolidate your cultivation. Once you reach level twenty and obtain your Soul Ring, I'll send you to an academy."

"Alright." Yu Xiaogang did not refuse.

Was Yu Yuanzhen truly sending him to an academy just so he could study?

Of course not. He intended for him to seek out talented young men and women, build up his own circle of trusted followers, and draw them into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

The bonds forged during one's student years were the most sincere and the easiest to cultivate.

News about Yu Xiaogang naturally spread everywhere.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had established a young clan master, Thunderclap Douluo had gained a son in his old age, and the child had awakened the Golden Sacred Dragon with Innate Full Soul Power, among other things.

Yu Xiaogang's basic information was also placed upon the desks of every major faction.

Even Yu Xiaogang, the little flathead in Notting City, received these bulletins.

He was currently in his dormitory, eating a large steamed bun while holding a newspaper.

When he saw the words Yu Xiaogang, Golden Sacred Dragon martial soul, and Innate Full Soul Power—

He shot to his feet. "He's Yu Xiaogang? Then who am I?!"

"Yu Yuanzhen, why must you humiliate me like this?!"

At that moment, rage and resentment had already clouded his mind.

The Golden Sacred Dragon—his martial soul should have been the Golden Sacred Dragon!

Why was Heaven so unfair!

A six-year-old Yu Xiaogang? He did not believe that for a second.

In his view, he had to be Yu Yuanzhen's illegitimate son.

Perhaps Yu Yuanzhen had even given him the exact same name to wash away the humiliation from that martial soul awakening all those years ago!

"Hmph! If you come begging me, it's not as though I can't put aside our past grievances and return to guide this Yu—Xiao—Gang—!"

Setting aside his personal views and prejudice, the Golden Sacred Dragon martial soul truly was the strongest beast martial soul in the world, without equal.

The Golden Sacred Dragon formed through the Trinity Martial Soul Fusion Skill between him, Erlong, and Flender possessed the might of a Titled Douluo.

If he possessed the Golden Sacred Dragon martial soul... he would absolutely become one of the foremost powerhouses of the age!

Perhaps he might even touch the realm of the legendary Rank-99 Peerless Douluo!

If that did not work, he could settle for less and take that "Yu Xiaogang" as his disciple, change his name, and raise him into a Peerless Douluo.

But the prerequisite was that Yu Yuanzhen had to come apologize to him and beg him. Otherwise, there was absolutely no chance!

Without his guidance, with the standards of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, this Golden Sacred Dragon martial soul would most likely be ruined!

Yu Yuanzhen knew what he was capable of.

He did not believe Yu Yuanzhen had not kept an eye on him over the years.

As long as Yu Yuanzhen had followed him, he must have read the Ten Core Competitive Theories of Martial Souls.

"Now we'll see how long you can endure." Yu Xiaogang put on a confident expression once more.

It was as though he could already see Yu Yuanzhen bringing the clan elders to Notting City and begging him to return to the clan.

"Ah, forget it, forget it. Since I'm magnanimous enough not to hold a grudge against lesser men, I'll give you one chance." Yu Xiaogang took out paper and pen, preparing to write a letter to the clan.

At the same time, he racked his little brain and desperately considered the optimal configuration for the Golden Sacred Dragon's first three Soul Rings.

"Mm, this way and that way. Yes, that's right. This is the configuration the Golden Sacred Dragon martial soul ought to have!"

He had exhausted himself devising this perfect Soul Ring configuration, drawing on the Soul Ring configurations of Liu Erlong, Flender, and Bibi Dong!

"They are, after all, juniors of my own family. For the sake of our blood ties, I'll help you this once."

Yu Xiaogang sealed the letter. "If you still want to become a Super Douluo, then have the sense to come personally and invite me out."

"Ah..."

He let out another long sigh.

Why had such a good fortune fallen upon a junior of the clan?

If only he possessed the Golden Sacred Dragon martial soul...

At that time, within the Papal Palace of Spirit Hall.

A breathtakingly beautiful woman sat upon the Pope's throne, diligently reviewing official documents.

Her appearance was fixed at around twenty years old. Her skin was as fair as jade, and her features were so exquisite that they seemed sculpted by the hands of a master artist.

Her brows and eyes were beautiful yet sharp, while her purple eyes were deep and cold.

She wore a Nine-Curved Violet-Gold Crown and papal robes. A two-meter-long papal scepter stood beside her, radiating the imposing pressure of one no ordinary person should approach.

She was none other than Spirit Hall's current Pope—Bibi Dong.

A report suddenly sounded from outside the door. "Your Holiness, an urgent report has arrived!"

At the sound of that voice, an indescribable emotion flashed through Bibi Dong's cold eyes. "Enter."

The newcomer was a bishop from one of Spirit Hall's branch halls.

After presenting the "urgent report," he tactfully departed.

This was something His Holiness had instructed in secret.

He knew perfectly well what should be said, what should not be said, what he should know, and what he should not know.

After Bibi Dong had gone far away, she immediately set aside her official duties.

She picked up the report and examined it carefully.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has selected a new young clan master?" Bibi Dong frowned as soon as she saw the first line. "I recall that there are no particularly outstanding figures among the younger generation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

Logically speaking, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan should not have established a young clan master at this time.

That old dragon Yu Yuanzhen could hold on until her plan was complete.

But when she saw the young clan master's name, she sprang from her seat. "Xiao Gang..."

The line listing the young clan master's name clearly read: Yu Xiaogang.

Yet she quickly noticed something strange. "Age... six?"

She continued reading. "Martial soul... Golden Sacred Dragon?"

To be honest, she could not understand what game the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was playing.

Yu Xiaogang was clearly wasting his days in Notting City... living an ordinary life under an assumed name.

Why had another Yu Xiaogang appeared in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?

Had they deliberately chosen the same name? Or was there... something else at work?

"Someone, investigate exactly where this 'Yu Xiaogang' came from."

Bibi Dong swiftly issued the order.