Giving Ye Lin an Identity That Commands Fear

Yu Xiaogang looked at Yu Tianheng's tear-streaked face, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke.

"Let's wait a while. After I've finished what I need to do here, I'll go back."

He paused, his gaze falling on the street lamp on the corner, his tone becoming slightly more somber than before.

"At that time, I will be more confident."

Yu Tianheng looked up at him, puzzled. "Uncle, why?"

Yu Xiaogang shook his head and did not answer.

He looked down at his hands, his palms opening and closing as if sensing something.

When he first obtained the Mysterious Heaven Skill, his Soul Power was stuck at level 29, and he remained stuck for more than ten years.

Over the past six years, his Soul Power has climbed from level 29 to level 49.

It's almost a certainty that he'll break through level 50 and become Soul King within a month.

Gaining twenty levels in six years is a miracle on the entire continent.

The source of this miracle was that set of techniques.

To his even greater surprise, Luo Sanpao was also able to cultivate the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

When both practice that technique simultaneously, the cultivation speed is almost doubled.

That's why he can cultivate so quickly.

His older brother is now Soul Douluo, and his father is Titled Douluo. His Soul King status is nothing in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, but he is no longer the useless person who couldn't even break through to level 30.

He had the confidence to stand at the mountain gate without having to bow his head as he walked in.

Seeing that he shook his head, Yu Tianheng didn't press the matter further, but simply raised his voice slightly.

"So I'll be following my uncle for a while. Wherever he goes, I'll go."

Yu Xiaogang glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, "What, are you afraid I'll run away?"

Seeing that he had been caught out, Yu Tianheng scratched the back of his head a little embarrassedly. "No, I just want to spend more time with Uncle."

Yu Xiaogang shook his head and did not continue on this issue.

He took a step forward, turned to look at Yu Tianheng, his gaze more serious than before. "I watched your match today."

Yu Tianheng's smile froze instantly.

He lowered his head, looking at his toes, his right arm, still hanging at his side, twitched slightly. "Uncle, am I a disgrace? A disgrace to the family?"

Yu Xiaogang did not respond immediately.

Looking at Yu Tianheng with his head down, he recalled the figure of his own back when he left the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, and something flashed through his mind for a moment.

Only fools get discouraged by temporary setbacks; the strong learn from them and become even stronger.

He paused, his tone becoming slightly harsher than before.

"The world's Power Attack Type Beast Martial Soul has made you arrogant, blinding you to your own limitations and the limitations of others. If you remain arrogant and stagnant, you will inevitably decline after reaching your peak."

Yu Tianheng fell silent upon hearing this.

His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his fingers slightly clenched and then relaxed at his sides.

Yu Xiaogang continued, "You can take it as a lesson from your uncle, or as advice from the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils Team."

Yu Tianheng suddenly raised his head, his expression changing from dejection to surprise.

He stared at Yu Xiaogang for several breaths, his lips parted, and finally he managed to squeeze out, "The Shrek Seven Devils? Uncle is the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils Team!"

Yu Xiaogang nodded, his tone as calm as if he were asking what he had for dinner, "The one who defeated you head-on was none other than my personal disciple."

He turned his head and said to the shadows at the alley entrance, "Ye Lin, come out."

A soft footstep came from the shadows.

Ye Lin walked out of the alleyway; he wasn't wearing a mask this time.

His face, still somewhat childish, was revealed below.

He walked over to Yu Xiaogang and stood down, nodding slightly in the direction of Yu Tianheng without saying a word.

Looking at that face, Yu Tianheng felt as if he had been pushed from behind.

On the Soul Arena Platform, this was the person who shattered his teammate's tortoise shell with a single claw, blasted him away with a single punch, withstood the combined force of five people, and even created five Qi Soul Clones to wreak havoc on the Imperial Fighting Team.

He had always assumed that the Resounding Name across from him belonged to a young man in his early twenties.

But now, as Ye Lin stands under the streetlight, his face hasn't completely lost its youthful features; there's not a single stubble on his chin.

How old is he this year? Fifteen? Sixteen?

Yu Xiaogang slowly began, "Ye Lin is six years younger than you."

He paused, his gaze falling on Yu Tianheng's shocked face.

"Although I cannot become one of the top experts on the continent, I will make my disciples one of the top experts on the continent."

Yu Tianheng's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He silently calculated Ye Lin's age in his mind.

He's six years younger than him. He's eighteen now, Ye Lin is twelve.

At the age of twelve, Soul Elder of Level Thirty-Two. He shattered the Black Tortoise Shield with a single punch and withstood the combined force of five Soul Masters of the same level.

When he was twelve, he was still being taught and guided by his elders in the family, and he felt that he was already the best among the younger generation.

If you put the two of them at the same age, the twelve-year-old him, standing in front of the fifteen-year-old Ye Lin, couldn't even withstand a single move.

Yu Xiaogang didn't give him much time to process it, and continued, "When I return to the sect in a while, I will take Ye Lin with me."

Yu Tianheng was stunned again. "What?"

"Uncle, are you taking him back with you?"

He glanced sideways at Ye Lin beside him.

"Ye Lin is an orphan who has been with me for six years. To me, he's like my own child."

"On this continent, having a good identity can save you a lot of unnecessary trouble."

"When I was young, I suffered countless losses because of that useless sense of shame. Now that I'm old, I finally understand this lesson."

"I absolutely cannot let Ye Lin suffer the same loss I did back then."

"Now that Ye Lin is returning to the sect, he should have an identity that makes people wary."

Upon hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, Yu Tianheng's expression changed repeatedly.

He paused for a moment, then his gaze shifted from Yu Xiaogang's face to Ye Lin's. His lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

He silently kept repeating the same thought in his mind.

How wonderful it would be if I were the one standing next to my uncle.

If what his uncle said was directed at him, if the person his uncle wanted to bring back to the sect was him, if that feared identity was something that had fallen upon him.

He was willing to give up everything just to gain his uncle's favoritism.

When his uncle left the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, he stood at the mountain gate and chased after him for a few steps.

His father grabbed his arm. At the time, he didn't understand why his uncle was leaving. He only knew that the uncle who would squat down and let him ride on his shoulders, who would make him laugh with Luo Sanpao, and who would secretly serve him food at the family dinner, had never returned home since then.

Over the past ten years or so, every time he thought of his uncle, he would add a sentence in his heart.

I should have chased after him then.

But he didn't chase after them.

He stood at the mountain gate, watching that figure walk further and further away until it turned the corner of the mountain path and disappeared from sight.

Now that his uncle is back, he has Ye Lin by his side—a boy six years younger than him, half a head shorter, yet stronger.

The uncle took the boy in, taught him martial arts, guided him in his cultivation, planned his future, and even wanted to take him back to the sect to give him an identity.

Yu Tianheng looked at the face that still bore the features of a young boy, and a feeling he was reluctant to admit welled up inside him.

He was jealous.

Very jealous.

He knew this emotion was wrong; he knew it was his uncle's business who he accepted as a disciple; he knew Ye Lin had followed his uncle for six years.

But he's just jealous.

It felt like when someone took away your favorite toy as a child. You knew it wasn't yours to begin with, but you still felt a tightness in your chest.