Yu Xiaogang, Soul... Soul Power, Level Three

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Soul Power Testing Hall.

The annual Soul Power test was in full swing. Numerous young clan members stepped forward one after another, their hearts filled with nervousness and anticipation, hoping to display their strength and potential during this test.

However, one person's joy could not be shared by another. Unlike everyone else's delight and excitement, a young man standing on the platform in the Soul Power Testing Hall looked ashen-faced.

"Soul Power, level three!"

Looking at the faint glow displayed on the Soul Power testing crystal ball, a glow so bright it almost seemed mocking, the young man's face turned pale. A self-deprecating smile tugged at his lips, while his clenched fists drove his sharp nails deeply into his palms from sheer force, bringing waves of piercing pain...

"Yu Xiaogang, Soul Power, level three!" Beside the Soul Power testing crystal ball, a middle-aged man glanced at the faint glow it displayed and announced the result in an indifferent tone.

The moment the middle-aged man's words left his mouth, mocking commotion predictably swept through the crowded Soul Power Testing Hall.

"Level three? Heh, just as I expected. Our Young Master Yu has made no progress at all this year!"

"Ah, this trash has truly disgraced the entire clan."

"If his father weren't the clan leader, trash like him would have been driven from the clan long ago and left to fend for himself. How could he still be here mooching off the clan?"

"Exactly, exactly. Level-three Soul Power at over ten years old—he has absolutely no value worth nurturing. Just watch, next he'll either be expelled from the clan or assigned to one of the clan's businesses as a laborer..."

"Hey, brother, that's where you're wrong. Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is one of the renowned Upper Three Sects of the Douluo Continent. We're a prestigious clan, after all. Even a dog we keep gets to eat and drink well. Would we really begrudge him a pair of chopsticks?"

"Brother, you make a good point. After all, his father is still the clan leader. If trash like him were driven from the clan, he would only disgrace our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan outside."

"An excellent observation. I say we just let him remain in the clan and fend for himself. He's only trash, anyway."

The ridicule and laughter from all around fell upon Yu Xiaogang's ears as he stood there stiffly as a wooden stake. They were like sharp thorns stabbing viciously into his heart, making his breathing quicken slightly as indignation and unwillingness filled his chest.

As the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's leader, he had been hailed since childhood as the clan's favored prodigy. He should have possessed supreme glory and superior conditions, yet reality had cruelly cast him into the abyss.

Fate seemed to have played a huge joke on him. When he awakened his Martial Soul at the age of six, he had actually awakened a Swine Martial Soul. His Innate Soul Power had been a pitiful level 0.5. The result instantly shattered his state of mind.

No matter how hard he thought about it, he could not understand what had gone wrong. His father was the clan's only Titled Douluo, while his brother had awakened the clan's inherited Martial Soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, with Innate Soul Power at level eight.

Why, when it came to him, had he awakened such an ugly swine? Why was his Innate Soul Power only half a level?

Could his mother have cheated? Or had his father shot the wrong leg back then?

The clan members had always looked down on him, including those clansmen and household servants whom he had once freely bullied, ordered about, and insulted.

As time passed, they began mocking Yu Xiaogang in return. Even the servants he had once despised now dared to discuss his downfall behind his back.

Yu Xiaogang slowly raised his head. His fists were clenched, veins bulging on his forehead, and his face was twisted into a terrifying expression. His pitch-black eyes swept numbly across the mocking clansmen around him, fury filling his heart. How dare these people be so harsh and snobbish? How dare they mock me like this? They should be showing me the most humble, most lowly smiles of flattery. They... have already invited death. One day, I will make you pay the price.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's terrifyingly twisted face, the entire Soul Power Testing Hall suddenly fell silent.

No matter what, Yu Xiaogang was still the clan leader's legitimate son. He had a Titled Douluo for a father, did he not?

Just as everyone thought Yu Xiaogang was about to lose his temper—

He ran.

Yes, he ran.

Just like on his wedding night with his cousin Liu Erlong in the original story, when faced with Yu Luomian's difficulties, he ran.

Without even making a sound.

However, as he ran toward the hall entrance and passed through the area where the clan's commoner disciples with outside surnames stood, he saw one of them still chattering away, with mockery, sarcasm, and disdain evident in his eyes...

Yu Xiaogang knew that look well. Before his Martial Soul had awakened, he had looked at those household servants with exactly the same gaze. Why? Why does even a lowly servant dare to despise me now?

In a burst of helpless fury, Yu Xiaogang ran out of the Soul Power Testing Hall and vanished from everyone's sight.

With Yu Xiaogang gone, waves of ridicule rose through the Soul Power Testing Hall once more.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, core disciple dormitory area, inside a dim room in a small courtyard.

Three days had already passed since the Soul Power test.

Ever since leaving the Soul Power Testing Hall three days ago, Yu Xiaogang had neither cultivated nor slept, nor had he consumed even a drop of water or grain of food. His body had already entered an extremely weakened state.

He lay on the bed in that pitch-black room, looking so lost, so pitiful, weak and helpless. Tears flowed from his eyes, and gradually, he began to sob soundlessly.

Compared to physical pain, the torment of his mind made him suffer even more.

"Hahaha, Yu Xiaogang, you're already over ten years old, yet you're only at level-three Soul Power. Are you trying to make me laugh myself to death so you can inherit my Gold Soul Coins?"

"Hmph, when we were children, I thought he was a dragon. Who would have thought he was actually a pig?"

"Heh heh, nonsense. He's obviously a dog..."

"No, no, he's obviously worse than pigs and dogs."

"Mm, an excellent observation."

Over the years, the voices of his clansmen's mockery and ridicule had haunted Yu Xiaogang's mind almost without pause. Especially their mocking, sarcastic gazes—they simply would not go away.

Why was this happening? Was he destined to be mocked by the other clansmen? Even by those lowly household servants...

No!

This question was too hard, too hard...

I can't solve it! I can't solve it! Who can come teach me...

Vaguely, snowflakes seemed to drift above Yu Xiaogang's head.

His figure appeared especially lonely. In the original story, cowardice, hypocrisy, incompetence, and selfishness were his true nature.

He often struck ruthlessly at those who cared about him, showing no mercy. Yet when facing those who bore him ill will, he became submissive and cowardly, not daring to resist.

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