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You're not comforting me, and you're even berating me!
To Yu Xiaogang, his clan's honor mattered most.
Who suffered most from awakening with half a level of innate Soul Power and a Mutated Martial Soul? Yu Xiaogang believed it was him.
Yet his clansmen had refused to comfort him, the one who had been hurt the most. Yu Xiaogang trembled all over!
He had thought that even if the Martial Soul he awakened fell short of expectations, the many clansmen who had once been so kind to him would surely stand by him and accept him!
After all, every one of them had scrambled to curry favor with him before!
Why did they now look as though they wanted to kill him?
A little flustered, he looked toward the elders.
The elders will surely understand me, won't they?
Yet the elders' eyes were also filled with anger and disgust, and they wanted nothing to do with him.
It was as though even one more look at Yu Xiaogang would make them sick!
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang felt himself trembling even harder.
Only the day before, these elders had called him the clan's heir at every turn, saying he was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's hope for the future.
And now? Every one of them thought he was trash!
In utter despair,
Yu Xiaogang turned his gaze to Yu Yuanzhen!
This was the person he relied on most, his own father.
Yet Yu Yuanzhen's expression was grim, and he made no move at all, much less stopped the jeers around them.
Fine, fine, fine!
You all think I'm trash, is that it?
Yu Xiaogang swept his gaze over everyone around him, feeling that they were all laughing at him.
He panted like an ox, feeling his eyes turn red.
He didn't even have to think to know that Lin Chuan, the disciple of Spirit Hall's Pope, must be laughing at him for overestimating himself right now.
The Soul Bone the clan had wagered in its contest with Spirit Hall would also fall into Spirit Hall's hands.
His hopes of becoming the heir had been taken away as well.
Faced with ridicule and criticism from every direction,
Yu Xiaogang felt as though his soul was about to be torn apart.
His breathing grew more and more ragged, as though he was about to run out of air.
Under the instinct to protect himself, a thought suddenly occurred to him:
Since you've all given up on me,
why should I be the only one bearing all this pressure?
Then, with everyone watching,
Yu Xiaogang swayed on his feet and went along with it, pretending to be dizzy.
His eyes rolled back, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
Inside, he was secretly delighted.
I've fainted dead away. Surely no one can come berate me now!
Seeing his son faint under the pressure, Yu Yuanzhen, who had still been furious moments before, panicked at once.
He rushed forward and caught hold of Yu Xiaogang.
"Medicine Hall! Someone, Medicine Hall! Quick, take a look at Xiaogang!"
Although he was deeply disappointed in Yu Xiaogang,
in his eyes, Yu Xiaogang was still his son. No matter how incapable he was, Yu Yuanzhen could still support him in the future.
If it really came to it, he could just start another account.
But if something truly serious happened at this ceremony, how could he face his ancestors?
Seeing this, the laughter around them gradually died down.
They had laughed at him before, but now that he had fainted, continuing to laugh would be showing far too little respect.
A few elders and deacons in Medicine Hall uniforms hurried over to treat Yu Xiaogang.
They soon made him swallow several pills, but Yu Xiaogang's eyes remained tightly shut, with no sign of improvement.
That sent Yu Yuanzhen into a panic.
Up in the stands,
Lin Chuan's expression turned strange.
He had treated quite a few people lately, so he knew a thing or two about what someone who had genuinely fainted looked like.
The way Yu Xiaogang looked, he clearly hadn't fainted from anger. It was more like he was playing dead!
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's Medicine Hall people probably hadn't considered the possibility that their own young master would fake a faint and play dead on an occasion like this.
At the thought, he couldn't help finding it funny.
Faking a faint, are you?
Lin Chuan said to Qian Xunji in a solemn voice,
"Teacher, someone has fainted. As a healing-type Soul Master, it's my duty to help. I'll go save him."
Hearing this, Qian Xunji nodded approvingly.
As expected of her disciple.
Even when facing a competitor, he was still so broad-minded.
Bibi Dong, on the other hand, looked suspicious.
Teacher didn't know, but she knew perfectly well that her junior brother was full of bad ideas!
Saving Liu Erlong yesterday could still be called a hero saving a beauty!
But would her junior brother be kind enough to save that stuck-up little crew cut Yu Xiaogang?
From what she had learned about Lin Chuan during this time, that was absolutely impossible!
If Lin Chuan really was that kind, she would copy out ten books as soon as she got back.
Watching Lin Chuan leave,
Bibi Dong leaned close to Qian Xunji's ear and whispered,
"Teacher, I think junior brother is definitely about to stir up trouble again."
Hearing that, Qian Xunji grew a little curious too.
What exactly was her disciple planning?
Meanwhile, Liu Erlong, in the training ground, also noticed Lin Chuan's movement.
She was astonished and wondered to herself,
What is Brother Lin Chuan coming down here for? Could he be planning to treat Yu Xiaogang?
Liu Erlong wasn't the only one; in the stands, the gazes of many guests also fell on Lin Chuan.
They, too, wondered what this newly accepted disciple of Spirit Hall's Pope wanted to do.
Seeing Lin Chuan approach, Yu Yuanzhen, who had been beside himself with worry, was also greatly surprised.
The Medicine Hall's pills hadn't worked.
Lin Chuan, a healing-type Soul Master, was undoubtedly their hope at the moment.
Yu Yuanzhen had already intended to swallow his pride and ask for help if all else failed. He hadn't expected Lin Chuan to come over of his own accord.
He couldn't help being deeply moved.
My worthy nephew Lin Chuan truly is noble. It was the same when he saved Erlong before.
Before he could speak,
Lin Chuan came straight to the point.
"Sect Master Yu, I'm a healing-type Soul Master. Let me treat him."
All the guests present were stunned to hear this.
Although they had vaguely guessed what he intended, when Lin Chuan actually said it, they couldn't help but marvel: A disciple of the Pope truly sees the bigger picture!
After all, no one would blame Lin Chuan if he didn't step in.
But now that he had stepped in, it would be one thing if he succeeded. If he failed, Spirit Hall's reputation would also suffer.
They also wanted to see what Lin Chuan was truly capable of as a healing-type Soul Master.
After all, the most famous healing-type Martial Soul today was the Nine Heart Begonia.
But the Nine Heart Begonia was passed down to only one person in each generation, making it very difficult even to find one.
If Lin Chuan rose to prominence in the future, perhaps one day they would need to seek his help.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's members and elders, however, frowned.
If possible, they really didn't want Lin Chuan to treat Yu Xiaogang.
They cursed inwardly:
Yu Xiaogang really is trash. He could have fainted earlier or later, but he just had to faint now.
And now look, we have to let someone from Spirit Hall treat him and steal the show. This whole awakening ceremony has ended up sewing a wedding dress for Spirit Hall and Lin Chuan.
Yu Yuanzhen also understood that letting Lin Chuan do this would hurt the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's dignity and bolster Spirit Hall's prestige.
But on second thought, did the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan have any dignity left now?
He couldn't worry about so much anymore. Yu Xiaogang was his son, after all, and saving his life came first.
Compared with pills, he still trusted healing-type Soul Masters more.
"Worthy nephew Lin, please save Xiaogang!"