Only Those Who Can Beat Me Get to Talk Reason

Hearing Yu Yuanzhen spill the whole basket of his misdeeds, Yu Luomian lowered his head guiltily.

He could calmly stand against all the clan elders, but his elder brother alone made him shrink back every time.

"Brother..."

At the sight of Yu Luomian, Yu Yuanzhen let out a long sigh and flicked his sleeve sharply.

"How many years has it been? Ever since Father passed away, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has been going from bad to worse.

"Now, I'm the clan's only Titled Douluo. We barely even have a handful of Soul Douluos.

"With things like this, how do you expect me to face Sunday? If only you were a Titled Douluo,

"even one who had only just broken through, your martial soul would let you hold your ground, and I wouldn't have had to bow and scrape like that."

Yu Yuanzhen truly felt weary to the bone. That roar when he first arrived had not been what he claimed it was.

He had genuinely been furious then. His own son had been beaten-how could he possibly remain calm and unruffled?

But afterward, he had cooled down. Sunday's effortless defeat of Tang Hao already proved that his strength was no less than Yu Yuanzhen's own.

Making an enemy of a Titled Douluo at a time like this was clearly irrational.

The incident with Qian Xunji had already taught him a lesson: strength was the capital that bought the right to be arrogant.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan sounded impressive as one of the Upper Three Sects, but only he knew how awkward their position really was.

They fell short of those above them, yet surpassed those below. Soon, they might not even surpass those below.

His generation had only one Titled Douluo. Yu Luomian had once had a chance, but he had put his mind where it did not belong.

He had wasted years for nothing. Now that he was growing older, his hopes of breaking through to Titled Douluo were slim.

None of Yu Yuanzhen's sons had amounted to much, either. Yu Xiaogang, the one in whom he had placed the greatest hopes, actually had a swine martial soul and kept stirring up trouble for him everywhere.

The only clan members with any hope of becoming Titled Douluos now were Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin.

Yet those two spent all day fighting each other. Both were already twenty, and reaching Titled Douluo would take another twenty years.

Yu Yuanzhen slowly closed his eyes and clasped his hands behind his back.

"Luo Mian, don't keep making these mistakes. I entrusted the clan to you because I believed in you.

"Suppressing the collateral branches and driving out those with other surnames might seem to benefit the main branch in the short term,

"but... but a clan like that won't prosper for long!

"I know you resent how I handled Xiaogang's affairs, but... the clan really can't withstand any more upheaval."

Yu Luomian listened to Yu Yuanzhen with his head lowered, then cupped his hands toward him.

"I understand, Brother. It won't happen again."

"Ah, direct all the clan's resources toward Tian Heng and Tianxin. Also, select a group of loyal people. It doesn't matter whether they're from collateral branches or have other surnames. Spare no effort in cultivating them."

"Brother?"

Hearing that Yu Yuanzhen intended to open up all their resources, Yu Luomian was puzzled. Wasn't that going too far?

Yu Yuanzhen shook his head.

"You don't understand. Tang Hao has resurfaced, and the Heaven Dou Imperial Family has Sunday. Winds are about to rise and clouds gather across the continent. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon can no longer remain trapped in its old ways."

"Yes."

As they spoke, the two walked toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's carriage. They could have flown back, but since they were already here, they ought to visit the clan's two young geniuses.

"By the way, is Xiaogang staying with my niece Erlong?"

"Yes. He's been recuperating there these past two days."

"Tell Erlong to keep an eye on him. He must not take a single step outside Heaven Dou City again!"

"But..."

"I know. Let them be!"

Meanwhile, outside Heaven Dou City lay Sunset Forest, one of the Douluo Continent's three great gathering grounds for soul beasts.

Though its resources were not as plentiful as those of Star Dou Great Forest or the Far North, it had the advantages of safety and proximity.

Thus, it attracted quite a few people who came to hunt for soul rings.

Standing high in the sky, Sunday glanced at the bustling little town below. With a step, he appeared several kilometers away.

Within a few breaths, he reached a hill shrouded in poisonous miasma. Looking at the bones scattered around it, Sunday sighed and shook his head.

With a wave of his hand, the poisonous mist, so dense it had turned dark green, parted on its own to form a path.

Sunday flashed into the miasma. Unlike outside, the ground within was not littered with bones; instead, flowers and grasses bloomed everywhere.

A large pit lay at the summit. Jumping into it brought him to a peculiar place.

Exotic flowers and rare herbs carpeted the ground, giving off a rich, unusual fragrance. At the very center,

there lay a pool where red and blue mingled, two utterly different energies confronting one another.

"What brings you here? Didn't you say you were going to teach your students?"

As soon as Sunday landed, a middle-aged man's voice reached him.

Sunday brushed his sleeves, turned around, and said mildly,

"I came to get a few things. Those children's foundations are far too weak. And Yanyan's poison needs dealing with, too.

"By the way, how have you been? Your poison has grown a little more potent."

Dugu Bo had no objections to Sunday taking things. He had intended to give this place to him in the first place.

Unfortunately, Sunday had turned his nose up at it, saying it was only a little better than his toilet.

As for treating Dugu Yan, that had been agreed upon long ago.

"How did you know my poison had improved again? I saw you drive away the miasma just now. Could it actually be affecting you?"

Compared with the first two matters, Dugu Bo was clearly more interested in Sunday's last remark.

After all, when he and Sunday first met, he had unleashed every trick in his arsenal.

Yet Sunday had not only emerged completely unscathed, but had nearly crushed him to death with just a slight release of his martial soul.

Now Sunday was saying his poison was potent. How could he not be excited?

Sunday looked at the excited Dugu Bo. Though he did not understand what made him so happy, he respectfully answered his questions.

"First, why did I say your poison had grown more potent? Simple. It's gotten stinkier."

"Wha..."

At those words, Dugu Bo's excitement vanished without a trace. His mouth twitched wildly as he stared at Sunday's calm, unruffled face.

As though he had not noticed Dugu Bo's change, Sunday continued explaining.

"As for the second question, why did I drive away the miasma? Because it looked disgusting, and I didn't want to touch it.

"By the way, what were you so happy about just now?"

Dugu Bo snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and headed toward the house he had built.

"Nothing. I just remembered that a certain damned ladyboy is getting married."

"Really? Then I'll go get what I need. If you want Yanyan's poison cured sooner, you can bring her here now."

As he spoke, Sunday began searching for what he needed. To improve the Imperial Fighting Team's combat strength,

especially to get Ning Rongrong, that deadweight, to break through to Soul Ancestor sooner, Dugu Bo's medicinal herbs were clearly the best choice.

Watching Sunday squat on the ground to gather herbs, Dugu Bo came back with a long face.

What was the point of sulking all by himself? Sunday wasn't paying him any attention.

"With that personality, you're bound to get the short end of the stick!"

Dugu Bo sounded rather rueful. Call Sunday shrewd, and sometimes he was painfully straightforward. Once he settled on a principle, he would never change his mind, and you couldn't win an argument against him.

But call him dim, and in certain things he was as cunning as a ghost. Once, for instance, Dugu Bo had said that Dugu Yan was very cute as a child.

Sunday had then argued with him at length about how cute his own younger sister was, finally talking him in circles.

"Then have you ever seen me get the short end of the stick? Only those who can beat me get to talk reason with me."

As far as Sunday was concerned, he was doing fine now. Perfectly normal. At any rate, he was much better than the original Sunday.

At least he could joke, attend his sister's concerts openly, and avoid driving himself into a split personality.