A Loving Father and a Dutiful Son

The news that the Spirit Hall was going to hold a theoretical competition quickly spread to all the major sects on the continent.

Inside the main hall of the Clear Sky Sect, the situation was as Qian Xunji had predicted.

Sect Master Tang Zhen and several elders gathered around the invitation sent by the Spirit Hall, bursting into laughter.

"A theory competition? Has Qian Xunji got her head stuck in a door?"

The second elder's face was full of sarcasm:

"Our Clear Sky Sect speaks with our hammer. No matter how high their theories rise, can they withstand my hammer blow? What theories? We won't listen!"

Tang Zhen scoffed dismissively, "Rejected! Let Qian Xunji put on his show in Spirit City. The Clear Sky Sect has no time for his antics."

Inside the council hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, however, lay a completely different scene.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong, chuckled strangely, "This is truly a case of the sun rising in the west! Qian Xunji has actually started spouting off some fancy, literary theories."

Ning Fengzhi also had his own thoughts, "Something unusual must be going on. However, if our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect doesn't go, how can we see the true strength of the Spirit Hall? I'll personally lead a team to investigate."

A few days later, two carriages from the Spirit Hall sped along the smooth road.

Inside a carriage, Liu Erlong sat alone.

At this moment, however, her eyes were sunken and bloodshot, revealing an undeniable weariness.

Because in the other carriage...

Ever since they set off from the Spirit Hall, discussions on Martial Soul Theory have never ceased, as if there were endless theoretical problems for them to solve.

As Soul Master, Liu Erlong naturally had excellent hearing. However, since the other party did not use their Soul Power to seal the carriage, all the strange theoretical research sounds entered her ears without missing a single detail.

Hearing the commotion coming from inside the carriage, Liu Erlong was so angry that her eyes turned red and she was panting heavily, but under Yu Xiaogang's warning, she could do nothing and could only endure it all the way.

This is outrageous!

Every time Liu Erlong couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to smash the other party's carriage, the carriage curtain would be suddenly lifted, revealing Yu Xiaogang's face.

Immediately following this, Yu Xiaogang's rebuke would ring out:

"Erlong! We're at the peak of our inspiration. If you extinguish it, don't blame me for being heartless."

After the reprimand, Yu Xiaogang was pulled back by a large hand, leaving behind only an approving laugh:

"Xiao Gang is indeed very insightful. Come on, let's see how to solve this difficult problem together."

Liu Erlong could only bite his lip, suppressing his anger as he retreated, continuing to listen to the sounds from the carriage, afraid of missing Yu Xiaogang's cries for help if she wasn't acting voluntarily.

After several days of arduous travel, the group finally arrived at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Council Hall.

Yu Xiaogang stepped into the hall, followed by Liu Erlong, who looked haggard. Meanwhile, the four scholars Brother Jie, Brother Wei, Brother Billy, and Brother Jiao, walked side by side, full of energy.

Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen sat in the main seat, flanked by Yu Luomian and several sect elders.

Looking at the elders and clansmen who had expelled him from the sect in the past, and then thinking about his current status as a special envoy, Yu Xiaogang's face was full of a smug sense of superiority, and he even forgot all his exhaustion.

An elder from a sect, upon recognizing Yu Xiaogang at the front, sneered:

"Oh, I wondered who was making such a big fuss by demanding a sect meeting. Turns out it's you, the level 29 Lung Fog who was expelled from the family."

Hearing the sarcastic laughter, Yu Xiaogang felt no fear at all; instead, her vanity grew wildly like weeds.

He sneered, straightened his back arrogantly, put his hands behind his back, and pointed his nose at everyone.

"This Grandwet represents the Spirit Hall. His Holiness the Pope specially appointed me as the special publicity ambassador and the first debater for the inaugural Continental Soul Master Theory Competition!"

"The Spirit Hall has decided to jointly organize a theoretical competition with the two great empires. I, the Grandwet, have come to deliver the invitation and inform the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to participate in the competition."

Upon hearing this, the elders on both sides of the hall exchanged strange glances.

Yu Yuanzhen, scrutinizing Yu Xiaogang from head to toe, a sense of unease creeping into his mind:

'That rebellious son, according to intelligence, is indeed doing quite well in the Spirit Hall. As long as he doesn't embarrass himself, I won't bother with him.'

'But this is strange. Qian Xunji has always been known for his composure, so why would he organize such a competition?'

Thinking of this, Yu Yuanzhen coldly and said disdainfully:

"What kind of bullshit theory competition is this? Qian Xunji has gone mad, but my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan won't indulge in his madness."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang immediately became anxious.

He also planned to use the power of the Spirit Hall to make all the family disciples and elders who had mocked him bow their heads and admit that Yu Xiaogang was the true pride of the family.

But Yu Yuanzhen completely shattered his dream of publicly humiliating his clansmen.

Yu Xiaogang pointed at her good-grandfather and shouted:

"You audacious Yu Yuanzhen! Old Deng, I advise you not to be so ungrateful!"

Times have changed; the past is the past, and the present is the present.

"This Grandwet now represents the Spirit Hall, and is the undisputed Grandwet of the Spirit Hall's theories."

"You have to participate in this competition, whether you like it or not!"

The hall fell silent for a moment. The elders stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what the short-haired man had said.

Yu Yuanzhen's usually composed face turned ashen, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"You! You unfilial son, you've truly gone too far! I should have locked you against the wall back then."

A deafening clap of thunder suddenly erupted, and nine Soul Ring— two yellow, two purple, and five black—rose one after another from beneath Yu Yuanzhen's feet.

Upon seeing that Yu Yuanzhen true fire, Liu Erlong's expression changed drastically. He was about to leap forward to block her path when he shouted urgently, "You dare touch my Xiao Gang!"

"A wild, unruly girl."

Seeing her daughter in this state, Yu Luomian used the Soul Douluo's oppressive aura to envelop Liu Erlong, suppressing her and rendering her unable to move.

Liu Erlong's legs felt as heavy as lead, and no matter how much she tried to muster her Soul Power, she couldn't move an inch. She could only stare helplessly in frustration.

Seeing this, the four Brother Jie wisely stepped aside.

Yu Xiaogang belatedly realized what was happening, and seeing that her four confidants had all retreated, her legs went weak and her knees trembled.

"Dad! Um, I was just joking, do you believe me...?"

"I don't think you're joking at all!"

Enraged, Yu Yuanzhen stepped forward, grabbed Yu Xiaogang by the collar, and lifted him into the air.

Immediately afterwards, with his other hand, he deftly pulled out the belt from his waist...

"Smack!"

"Old Deng, right?"

"Smack!"

"You don't know what's good for you, do you?"

"Smack!"

"You have to participate whether you want to or not, right?"

"Slap, slap, slap..."

The hall was filled with the crisp sound of belts whipping flesh, which sent chills down everyone's spines.

Yu Xiaogang screamed as pitifully as a pig being slaughtered during the Lunar New Year.

"Awooo! Daddy! Dear Daddy, please stop hitting me! I was wrong, I was really wrong."

"Erlong, save me! My friends, please save me!"

Yu Yuanzhen but laughed instead, whipping the leather belt even more wildly, leaving afterimages in his hands.

"You don't know you're wrong, you just know you're going to get beaten up!"

Inside the council hall, Yu Dash­ i's pig-like screams echoed incessantly.