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

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

At first, it was only a speck of light, but within a few breaths, it swelled rapidly until it became a nine-story pagoda over fifteen meters tall.

Unlike the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, with its shifting colors and radiant glow, this nine-story pagoda was silver from top to bottom, gleaming like jade. Its surface bore no elaborate patterns or decorations, giving it a simple, unadorned beauty.

The Nine Absolutes Illusion Tower was a rare psychic-type variant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul. It was free of the restriction that limited the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to seven Spirit Rings, but cultivating it was several times harder.

Finally.

Jiang Yu's expression shifted.

Nine Treasure Mountain was only three or four kilometers away. Even an ordinary Titled Douluo could easily have sensed the commotion here, let alone the Illusion Douluo, who was renowned for her spiritual power.

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's elders might not have been the strongest, but they drew high salaries and were always eager to do their jobs. On any ordinary day, the slightest disturbance in the sect would have brought them rushing over to watch the drama. All the more so when someone had come knocking to cause trouble.

The fact that none of them had shown up earlier had already given Jiang Yu his suspicions.

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

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

Under the cool moonlight, her otherworldly face outshone even the splendor of the star-filled sky. She wore a long silver dress, and her hair was the same color. Simply standing there, she seemed untouched by the mortal world, almost like an immortal.

Wu Feng, who had wiped her face clean, opened her eyes wide. She poked Jiang Yu in the arm and whispered,

"The Grand Elder went to Sister Yaoyao to get her hair done again. This color and style look so much better than the golden lion mane she had last time..."

The moment she finished speaking, a chill ran down Wu Feng's back.

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

Then the Illusion Douluo's displeased voice came from above.

"Little Feng, you dare talk about me behind my back while I'm right here? Have you gotten too bold, or do you think I can't wield a blade anymore? Hmph. Come to my room tomorrow. There are a few things I need to discuss with you..."

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

Being summoned to the Illusion Douluo's room was no good thing. The senior, who was at least a hundred and fifty years old, had recently become obsessed with doing hair—especially other people's hair.

An enormous teased-out hairstyle would have been getting off lightly. The real danger was that she might take a sudden fancy to giving you some bizarre hair color.

Thinking of what might be in store for her, Wu Feng glared viciously at Jiang Yu and muttered,

"This is all your fault!"

Jiang Yu: ???

What? Was that even a sentence a human being would say?

Seeing the confusion, shock, helplessness, and a host of other emotions in Jiang Yu's eyes, Wu Feng stamped her foot and went on,

"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 of worlds!

Jiang Yu's eyes widened. But quick-witted as ever, he found the perfect magic to counter with in an instant.

He patted Wu Feng on the shoulder and said apologetically,

"Sorry, Sister Feng. I brought this on you. To make it up to you, while you're too embarrassed to show your face, I promise your best friend will be my best brother. I'll take good care of Sister Tian in your place!"

Let's see how you like that.

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

"Jiang Yu, your mom!"

Nearby, Ning Yunxiu turned from watching the situation above.

How did I get dragged into this?

While Wu Feng was reeling from Jiang Yu's comeback, Yu Longwu steadied his mind against the silver light. The moment his gaze fell on the Illusion Douluo, his pupils contracted, and he blurted out,

"Senior, you're still alive?"

The 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 basic manners? Why does everyone in it speak without thinking? What, did your entire clan give all its brains to Yu Xiaogang, the Grandmaster from ten thousand years ago?"

Jiang Yu blinked.

Oh no. We've all misjudged Yu Xiaogang. He really was the Blue Lightning Clan's greatest mind!

As the 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 flash flood.

Jiang Yu sensed it for no more than an instant before dizziness washed over him. He only stayed on his feet because Ning Tian caught him.

Once he recovered, Jiang Yu could only marvel.

In terms of spiritual power alone, the Illusion Douluo was probably already on par with an Ultimate Douluo. If her cultivation rose another level and her spiritual power underwent another transformation, she would be the undisputed strongest psychic-type soul master alive.

Feeling the vast spiritual power in the sky, so dense it was almost tangible, even Yu Longwu, who had fought countless battles, felt a chill deep in his heart.

The terror of psychic-type soul masters lay entirely in spiritual power that far surpassed others at their level. In a head-on clash, Yu Longwu was confident he could face the 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 and the illusion techniques that had made her famous.

Yu Longwu regretted his words, but he could not bear to give up a treasure like the Heart of Space. So despite the Illusion Douluo's anger, he braced himself and said,

"Senior, we admit that today has gone badly for us. But the Heart of Space is vital to the revival of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and we will not simply let this go. If your sect hands it over now, I guarantee that our clan will pay the sixty million Gold Soul Coins in full through various means within three years. Our two sects can also form a lasting friendship. As a show of sincerity, I can arrange a marriage between our sect's prodigy and your young Sect Master."

At that, pride crept into 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. A flicker of infatuation crossed his eyes before he declared haughtily,

"Yu Aotian. Fifteen years old. Level forty-one assault-type Soul Ancestor."

After speaking, Yu Aotian looked across the crowd again, but he found none of the surprise or admiration he had imagined on Ning Tian's face or the others'.

Instead, they looked at him strangely, as though they were watching a ridiculous clown.

And in fact, he had read their expressions correctly.

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

"Young Sect Master, this guy isn't even as handsome as Jiang Yu, but he sure thinks highly of himself. 'Aotian,' huh? If he can really lord it over the heavens, then I'm Di Tian."

"And look how pale he is, like a corpse. Think he fooled around so much he wrecked his kidneys...?"

Ning Tian smiled faintly and said,

"I think that's entirely possible."

It was the first time she had felt Wu Feng's sharp tongue was being put to good use.

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