Hearing Ya Li's words, Yu Qitian and Yun Ming both breathed a sigh of relief.
Yu Longyue's mother was so moved that tears streamed down her face. She rushed forward, tightly grasped Ya Li's hand, and choked out, "Thank you, thank you for saving my child."
"We should be thanking you for raising such a wonderful child." Ya Li looked at Yu Longyue with kindness. "We all know that he could have escaped unscathed, but he chose to take the brunt of the explosion to protect others."
"Furthermore, to avoid affecting Eastsea City, he fought the Evil Soul Master alone. At such a young age, he already knew how to perform heroic deeds..."
"But I'd rather he not be a hero. Heroes die young. I just want him to grow up safely and smoothly." The mother interrupted Ya Li, stepped forward and hugged Yu Longyue tightly, unwilling to let go. With tears in her eyes, she raised her hand to smooth the hair on Yu Longyue's forehead.
Then he looked up at Yu Qitian:
"If my son gets injured this badly again, I'll fight you to the death."
"It's like he's not my son..." Yu Qitian scratched his head sheepishly, not daring to refute, after all, he had indeed been somewhat negligent this time.
I never expected that the Holy Spirit Cult would dare to target Yu Longyue so openly.
Then Yu Qitian seemed to notice something, glanced into the distance, and was about to rush forward when Yun Ming raised his hand to stop him.
"You can't catch up. That's just remnants of their Spiritual Power. Five minutes before we arrived, that Super Douluo- level Evil Soul Master had already left."
"He runs faster than a grandson." Yu Qitian snorted, and then saw Uncle Song, covered in injuries, arrive at the scene.
Seeing the severely injured and unconscious Yu Longyue, Uncle Song was stunned for a moment, then knelt down on both knees in front of Yu Qitian, his forehead touching the ground.
"Sect Master, I'm sorry, I've let you down and failed to protect the Young Sect Master properly."
Seeing this, Yu Qitian quickly stepped forward to help Uncle Song up. "Get up, this isn't your fault. Nobody expected the Evil Soul Master to be so crazy. Besides, their arrangements were very proper. There was nothing you could do about being held back."
Uncle Song's eyes were filled with guilt and self-blame. As Yu Longyue's butler and personal bodyguard, protecting Yu Longyue's life was his primary task.
Seeing Yu Longyue injured like this, Uncle Song, who had watched Yu Longyue grow up, felt his heart breaking, and his voice trembled with a sob:
"Sect Master, if I were stronger, would this have been prevented? If only I had the same cultivation level as my father..."
"Stop talking." Yu Qitian interrupted him, raising his hand to pat his shoulder. "You've done very well. You're so much younger than me, yet your cultivation is already at level ninety-six. That's quite impressive. There's no need to compare yourself to Elder Song. We all know you've done your best. The Holy Spirit Cult's actions were too sudden; this isn't solely your responsibility."
"It's also my fault. I've gotten used to peaceful days and never expected the Holy Spirit Cult to carry out the beheading of my son."
"Sect Master, I also bear responsibility." The security chief stepped forward with a wry smile. "I saved the company, but I couldn't save the Young Sect Master. If only I had stopped him then, I, with my thick skin, should have taken the blame."
"It's not your fault. Get up quickly. You've all done a great job and fulfilled your duties." Yu Qitian waved his hand and then had Ya Li treat them one by one.
When his gaze fell upon the God of War, his expression turned cold.
The God of War felt an invisible pressure compelling him to kneel before the peerless powerhouse before him.
"Alright, he's still a member of the War God Temple, don't cause trouble again." Yun Ming stepped in promptly. "Regardless, he's made amends for some of his mistakes, and your son is unharmed. Don't go causing trouble at the War God Temple again, lest Elder Yu have to step in to protect you."
"If it weren't for that coward, would my son have had to clean up his mess and end up like this?" Yu Qitian glared at Yun Ming and said in a low voice, "Old man Yun, you don't have a son, you don't understand my complicated feelings right now. If I get emotional and act impulsively, I don't care if he's from the War God Temple or not. If you don't stop me, I'll cripple his cultivation right now. He likes to be a coward, but he wants to enjoy the privileges of Titled Douluo? Bah!"
"If all else fails, your son can become my godfather. Then I'll understand your complicated feelings," Yun Ming said. "After all, I'm his teacher; I taught him marksmanship."
"Dream on. It's not like I didn't teach him the Nine True Dragon Techniques of my family."
"You never taught him; he taught himself."
"..."
" Your Heavenly Dragon Douluo, I will return to the War God Temple to apologize on my own." The God of War abruptly interrupted their conversation, lowering his head. "Even if I am demoted to a prospective God of War and never become a God of War again, I will have no complaints."
"I owe Yu Longyue my life. If he ever needs my help in the future, he can ask me anytime. I will go through fire and water to help him succeed."
Yu Qitian was also somewhat surprised, but he didn't press the matter further. "It's good that you realize your mistake, but remember to say a good word for my son in the council, or I won't let you off the hook."
The God of War nodded, bowed to them, and without even allowing Ya Li to treat him, turned and left to apologize at the headquarters of the War God Temple.
" Old Tian, look at Xiao Yue's injuries," the mother said, her voice trembling with tears.
Hearing his wife's voice, Yu Qitian quickly came to her side. "Her injuries have worsened?"
"No, but look at his hand, my god... that knife wound on his palm is so deep. You can imagine how long he endured to block that knife, and he's just Soul King."
"Wife, this is a hardship that a man must go through on his path to growth. When I left my family and was tempering myself in society, I met you, and it was the same for me..." Yu Qitian touched his nose, feeling proud in his heart.
"You are you, and your cultivation is so high, so what if you're a little injured? This is my son!"
"... You're awesome."
It's his fault for trying to reason with a woman.
The mother stroked Yu Longyue's hand, then exclaimed in surprise.
"Huh? Old Tian, something feels off."
"What's wrong now?"
"You... you carefully sense the inside of Xiao Yue's body." The mother looked at Yu Longyue's sleeping face, "The original Soul Power Vortex within his body seems to have formed a Soul Core..."
"No, really?"
Yu Qitian quickly waved for Yun Ming over.
"Old man Yun, come over here and confirm, is this Soul Core?"
Yun Ming placed his hand on Yu Longyue's abdomen, carefully feeling it, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
After a long while, a smile appeared on his face.
"Congratulations to you both. Your son, at the age of thirteen and with a cultivation level of fifty-seven, has condensed a Thunder Attribute Soul Core. Although it is weak, the fluctuations in his Soul Power are unmistakable. Moreover, even when he was unconscious, his blood and energy were so vigorous, he was as lively and energetic as a giant dragon. Tsk, the bloodline of a true dragon is indeed extraordinary."
"Furthermore, his Spiritual Power also broke through the Spirit Abyss Realm on the brink of life and death, reaching the spiritual realm of the Spirit Domain Realm. In the future, his cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds until he becomes Super Douluo, like a fish leaping over the dragon gate. His cultivation will progress by leaps and bounds, and the entire process will be without any obstacles or bottlenecks."
"His foundation is extremely solid. Even now that he has risen to the Titled Douluo, his fundamentals remain unshaken. It's truly..."
"You're countless times better than you were at thirteen, aren't you?" Yu Qitian finally smiled; it was a good thing.
"He's countless times better than you at thirteen." Yun Ming rolled his eyes. "Stop bragging. Your son is undoubtedly the number one genius in the Douluo Continent right now, and he's unprecedented. Alright, are you satisfied now?"
Yu Qitian stood up, unable to contain his laughter, hands on his hips. "Hahaha, as expected of my little prodigy!"
The usually gentle and virtuous mother finally couldn't hold back any longer. Ignoring the presence of outsiders, her face was full of anger. "What are you laughing at? Your son is seriously injured and you can still laugh?! Are you even a parent?"
Yu Qitian immediately deflated, only then belatedly realizing that his son had been seriously injured.
"This isn't the time to celebrate, is it?" Yun Ming, both amused and exasperated, before starting to help Yu Qitian clean up the mess in Eastsea City.
When Yu Longyue woke up, it was already seven days later.
Slowly opening my eyes, I was greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling.
White.
ward?
His consciousness was still completely confused, and his body was limp and weak, but he was still able to move slightly.
Yu Longyue sensed that there were people on both sides of her. She glanced around and saw that Gu Yue was sleeping with her head resting on her arm on the left side of the bed.
The woman sleeping to her right was dressed in a cheongsam, exuding an air of nobility. Her hair was styled in a bun and tied with a golden hairpin, clearly indicating that she was a wealthy woman from a prominent family.
"Mom... Gu Yue..."
Seeing their exhausted faces, Yu Longyue guessed that they had been taking care of her constantly while she was unconscious, so she called out weakly.
The sound was faint, but enough to wake the two women from their exhaustion.
Gu Yue and her mother opened their eyes almost simultaneously. When they saw Yu Longyue awaken, their faces lit up with surprise and joy.
The mother couldn't hold back her tears and hugged Yu Longyue tightly, her voice choked with sobs. "You child, you scared me to death! If anything had happened to you, how could I live with myself?"
"Mom, I'm fine."
The mother held Yu Longyue tightly, as if afraid he would leave her again:
"You child, you mustn't take such risks again. You ran away from home when you were little, never letting me take good care of you, and now this has happened..."
Yu Longyue smiled, lying comfortably in his arms, but her gaze involuntarily drifted to the television screen in the ward.