Trash Is Trash

In Yu Yuanzhen's back courtyard in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Wang Feng sat in meditation by the lake.

He had already been with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan for half a year, but no one from Spirit Hall had come. He wasn't in a hurry, though. Yu Yuanzhen hadn't done anything to him so far, anyway.

Instead, he could cultivate here in peace. His Soul Power had now reached level eighteen, and he was confident that in another half year, it would reach level twenty.

But that was also what worried him most. Once his Soul Power reached level twenty, wouldn't his Soul Ring be exposed if Yu Yuanzhen helped him hunt a Soul Beast?

For now, though, he could only take things one step at a time.

"Wang Feng, spar with me." A girl's voice suddenly came from behind Wang Feng.

Wang Feng immediately frowned. He already knew who it was: Yu Yuanzhen's niece, Yu Lanxin. Ever since she had failed to defeat him in their last match, she had come looking for him every few days.

"You're so weak. Go play by yourself. I don't have time for you."

"You! No, I want you to spar with me!" Yu Lanxin stormed up to Wang Feng and stared at him, but as she kept looking, a blush spread across her face.

Wang Feng opened his eyes and frowned at once.

Damn it, am I really that charming? No, no, this has to be one of Yu Yuanzhen's tricks. I can't fall for it.

Wang Feng got up, moved to another spot, and continued meditating. Yu Lanxin glared fiercely at him in anger. After watching him for quite a while, she came over to his side again.

"Hey, can you stay farther away from me? I don't like having women around when I cultivate," Wang Feng said calmly, glancing at Yu Lanxin.

"You!"

"Bastard! What did you say?" A cold shout suddenly rang out. A figure came storming over, someone about the same age as Wang Feng and Yu Lanxin.

"Get up and apologize to Tianxin right now! You're just a servant. What gives you the right to scold Tianxin?"

"A servant?"

Wang Feng frowned and opened his eyes, looking at Yu Tianheng, the young master who had been chosen as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's successor from birth.

Though his strength was still low, only at level nineteen, his talent was indeed outstanding.

This guy also came looking for him every few days, but he came to cause trouble.

Someone had probably deliberately told him that Yu Yuanzhen wanted to make Wang Feng the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's first heir!

Great clans were always like this, with open strife and hidden schemes, and hearts impossible to read. Wang Feng had no intention of staying here for long, so naturally he wasn't going to fight over anything. He had ignored Yu Tianheng every time.

But being called a servant really pissed Wang Feng off.

When I was in Spirit Hall, even Titled Douluo didn't dare talk to me like that. I come to your shitty clan, and you dare call me a servant?

"Yu Tianheng, you piece of trash, you call me a servant? Who do you think you are? Take a look at yourself. You're level nineteen and you still can't beat me at level eighteen, yet you dream of becoming the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

"What did you say?"

Your sister! Wang Feng nearly said it aloud, but held back. After all, Yu Tianheng's sister hadn't done anything to provoke him. "I said you're trash. What about it? Got a problem with that?"

"You... Fine, very well! I challenge you to a duel!" Yu Tianheng pointed at Wang Feng furiously.

Wang Feng sneered, stood up, and looked at Yu Tianheng with a smile. "Fine! Today I'll show you just how much trash you really are!"

"You're courting death!" Enraged, Yu Tianheng threw a punch straight at Wang Feng's face.

But before his fist could reach Wang Feng, Wang Feng caught it. With a forceful swing, he flung Yu Tianheng into the middle of the courtyard and said mockingly, "That's all the strength you've got? Does your dad abuse you and keep you from eating?"

"Shut your mouth!"

"Make me!"

"I'll kill you, you lowly servant!"

With a roar, Yu Tianheng directly activated his Martial Soul.

Wang Feng snorted, leaped in front of Yu Tianheng, and threw a punch. Yu Tianheng hurriedly raised his arm to block, but Wang Feng's fist struck it and sent him staggering backward.

"First Soul Skill, Thunder Dragon Claw!"

After steadying himself, Yu Tianheng immediately used his first Soul Skill. His arm underwent Dragon Transformation, and he swiped it down at Wang Feng.

"So what if you use a Soul Skill? Trash is trash."

Wang Feng sneered and raised his arm to punch, the motion swift and seamless.

Yu Tianheng's dragon claw collided with Wang Feng's fist, throwing the surrounding air into turmoil. Yu Tianheng was sent flying, while Wang Feng took fewer than ten steps back.

"How is that possible?!"

Yu Tianheng steadied himself and stared at Wang Feng, dumbstruck. He was acknowledged as the most talented of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's younger generation! How could he have nearly been defeated by an outsider who hadn't even used his Martial Soul?

"Impossible! How could you possibly be a match for me? I'm going to defeat you! I'm going to kill you!"

Yu Tianheng had lost his composure and charged at Wang Feng again.

Wang Feng sneered, dodged Yu Tianheng's attack, and slammed a fist into his back. The blow made Yu Tianheng cough up blood, and his Martial Soul dissipated as well.

He had lost!

Yu Tianheng slumped to the ground and stared blankly at his hands.

He had lost, and his opponent hadn't even used his Martial Soul.

"Impossible! My talent ranks first in the clan. How could I lose to you? This is impossible!" Yu Tianheng looked at Wang Feng and roared in unwillingness.

"Ah! Still too young!" Wang Feng shook his head as he looked at Yu Tianheng. First in talent? I'm afraid you're just a pawn! He knew that Yu Chengxin's talent was definitely greater than Yu Tianheng's. As for why Yu Tianheng was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's next successor, Wang Feng didn't know. He didn't give it much thought either, turning around and walking back instead.

Yu Lanxin wanted to catch up with Wang Feng, but after running a few steps, she went over to comfort Yu Tianheng instead.

When Wang Feng reached the door, he suddenly turned around and looked at the two of them. "Remember, it wasn't my choice to come to your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Honestly, I don't give a damn about it. If your shameless patriarch hadn't snatched me away, do you think I'd have come? Hmph!"

With that, Wang Feng shut the door.

Meanwhile, outside the courtyard, two figures stood beneath a tree. One of them said, "Is that the child you said you snatched from Spirit Hall?"

"Yes. This boy's talent is extraordinary."

"Are you going to nurture him?"

"Nurture him? Heh!" Yu Yuanzhen sneered. "Even if we nurture someone like him, our clan could never fully control him."

"If you're not going to nurture him, why did you snatch him from Spirit Hall? Was it worth offending Spirit Hall for him?"

"You don't understand. This boy also possesses the power of thunder, and it's not weak. I only need to nurture him, then devour the power of thunder within him. My strength will rise another level, and only then can our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan truly establish itself on the Douluo Continent."

"So that's what you have planned. In that case, I'm relieved. But you should still be careful of Spirit Hall. I'm afraid they may not let this go. Although there's been no movement from them up to today, this matter won't pass so easily."

"I understand. Don't worry! I have a way to deal with Spirit Hall."

Yu Yuanzhen chuckled, then stepped into his courtyard, while the person behind him turned and left.