Yu Xiaogang Really Was the Blue Lightning Clan's Greatest Mind!

As the words fell, a dazzling silver light suddenly lit up the world.

At first, the silver light was no more than a speck. But within a few breaths, it swelled with the wind until it became a nine-story pagoda over fifteen meters tall.

Unlike the radiant Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, this nine-story pagoda was silver from top to bottom, with the luster of jade. Its body bore no elaborate patterns or decorations, giving it an air of beauty stripped back to its purest form.

The Nine Absolutes Illusion Tower was a rare spiritual mutation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul. It had escaped the limitation of seven Spirit Rings, but cultivating it was several times harder.

Finally.

Jiang Yu's expression shifted.

They were only three or four kilometers from Nine Treasure Mountain. Even an ordinary Titled Douluo could easily sense the disturbance here, let alone Illusion Douluo, who was renowned for her Spiritual Power.

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's elders might have been a little lacking in strength, but they drew high salaries and were unfailingly eager to get to work. At the slightest stir in the sect, they would be first on the scene to watch the drama, let alone when someone came knocking to cause trouble.

Since none of them had shown up earlier, Jiang Yu had begun to suspect something.

Now it seemed those old geezers had been secretly watching the show under Illusion Douluo's lead.

As he thought this, light and shadow suddenly overlapped before his eyes. When the world returned to normal, a stunning beauty had appeared in midair.

Under the cool moonlight, the woman's face, untouched by any trace of worldly life, outshone even the stars. She wore a silver dress, and her hair was the same color. Simply standing there, she seemed set apart from the world, like an immortal.

Wu Feng, having wiped her face clean, suddenly widened her eyes. She poked Jiang Yu's arm and whispered:

"The Grand Elder went to Sister Yaoyao for another hairstyle. This color and style look way better than that golden lion mane she had last time..."

The moment Wu Feng finished speaking, a chill ran down her back.

Before she could react, a sharp pain struck her forehead.

Then Illusion Douluo's displeased voice came from above:

"Little Feng, you dare gossip about me right in front of my face? Have you gotten too bold, or do you think I can't wield a blade anymore? Hmph. Come to my room tomorrow. There's something I need to discuss with you properly..."

Wu Feng touched the huge bump on her forehead, on the verge of tears.

Being summoned to Illusion Douluo's room was never good news. The elder, who was at least a hundred and fifty years old, had recently become obsessed with styling hair—especially other people's hair.

An outrageous bouffant was one of the better outcomes in her hands. The real danger was that she might decide on a whim to dye it some bizarre color.

Thinking of the misery that might await her, Wu Feng glared fiercely at Jiang Yu and muttered:

"This is all your fault!"

Jiang Yu: ???

Come on, was that even human language?

Seeing the confusion, shock, helplessness, and complicated emotion in Jiang Yu's eyes, Wu Feng stamped her foot and continued:

"Facts aside, if you, someone I'm so close to, hadn't been standing here, why would I have talked to you? And then how would the Grand Elder have caught me? So when you get right down to it, you're the root of the problem!"

That earth-shattering blow had crossed the boundaries between worlds!

Jiang Yu's eyes went wide. But quick-witted as ever, he instantly found the perfect magic to strike back with.

He patted Wu Feng's shoulder and said apologetically:

"Sorry, Sister Feng. I got you into this. To make it up to you, during the days when you're too embarrassed to show your face, I promise your best friend will be my best buddy. I'll take good care of Sister Tian for you!"

Let's see how you like that.

Wu Feng's eyes widened too. Her face flushed scarlet, and her lips worked for a long while before she finally managed four words.

"Jiang Yu, your mom!"

Ning Yunxiu, who had been watching what was happening overhead, turned her head.

How did I get dragged into this?

While Wu Feng reeled from Jiang Yu's comeback, Yu Longwu steadied his mind beneath the silver light. His pupils contracted when he saw Illusion Douluo, and he blurted out:

"Senior, you're still alive?"

Illusion Douluo froze, then flew into a rage.

"You're the one who's dead! Your whole family's dead! Does the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan not teach manners? Why does every last one of you speak without thinking? What, did your entire clan's brains end up in Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang's head ten thousand years ago?"

Jiang Yu froze.

Damn. Everyone had misjudged Yu Xiaogang. He really was the Blue Lightning Clan's greatest mind!

As Illusion Douluo finished speaking, the Nine Absolutes Illusion Tower beneath her erupted with dazzling light. Nine Spirit Rings—one yellow, two purple, five black, and one red—circled it in layers, while terrifying Spiritual Power poured down from the sky like a mountain flood.

Jiang Yu sensed it for only an instant before dizziness washed over him. He would have fallen if Ning Tian had not caught him.

Once he recovered, Jiang Yu marveled.

In Spiritual Power alone, Illusion Douluo was likely no weaker than an Ultimate Douluo. If her cultivation rose another level and her Spiritual Power underwent another transformation, she would be the undisputed strongest spiritual Soul Master of the age.

Sensing the vast Spiritual Power in the sky, so dense it seemed almost tangible, even Yu Longwu, a veteran of countless battles, felt a chill in his heart.

What made spiritual Soul Masters terrifying was their Spiritual Power, which far surpassed others at the same level. In a direct clash, Yu Longwu would dare face Illusion Douluo with one hand. The problem was that she would never let him get close.

And once she opened up the distance, even he had no desire to test her terrifying Spiritual Power or the illusion technique that had made her famous.

Yu Longwu felt a pang of regret, but he was unwilling to give up a treasure like the Heart of Space. So even though Illusion Douluo was already angry, he forced himself to say:

"Senior, we accept that today didn't go our way. But the Heart of Space is vital to the revival of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. We won't simply let this go. If your sect hands it over now, I guarantee our clan will settle the sixty million Gold Soul Coins through various means within three years. Our sects will also remain allies. As a show of sincerity, I can arrange a marriage between one of our geniuses and your sect's young heir."

Pride entered Yu Longwu's expression. He raised a hand slightly, and the silver-haired young man stepped forward with his head held high.

The young man's gaze swept over Ning Tian and Wu Feng at the back of the crowd, and a trace of infatuation flashed in his eyes. Then he declared proudly:

"Yu Aotian. Fifteen years old. Level forty-one Power Attack System Battle Soul Ancestor."

Yu Aotian scanned the crowd again, but he saw none of the surprise or admiration he had imagined on Ning Tian's face or anyone else's.

Instead, they looked at him strangely, as though they were watching a clown make a fool of himself.

And in fact, he had read them correctly.

Wu Feng looked Yu Aotian up and down. Despite his polished appearance, she curled her lip and said to Ning Tian:

"Young Mistress, he's not even as good-looking as Jiang Yu, but he sure thinks a lot of himself. 'Aotian,' huh? If he can tower over the heavens, then I'm Di Tian."

"And look how pale he is, like a corpse. Think he's played around so much he's worn himself out...?"

Ning Tian smiled faintly.

"I think that's quite possible."

For the first time, she felt Wu Feng's foul mouth was doing some good.

Jiang Yu was holding back a laugh too. Then he turned his thumb down, dealing the final blow to Yu Aotian, who was already flushed with shame and anger at their reactions.