"Yuhao, if I'm not mistaken, Yu Xiaogang shouldn't belong to your era, and you shouldn't have had much interaction with him. But why do I feel like your resentment towards him seems to rival that towards Tang San?" Ilayx asked, puzzled.
Ilayx's question stirred Huo Yuhao's past memories. He said in a deep voice, "Originally, I planned to flee to the Sun Moon Empire, but those two beasts from the Clear Sky Sect pressed down on my shoulders, forcing me into Shrek Academy. When I stepped into the Academy, the first thing I saw was three magnificent statues standing in the plaza—Flender, Liu Erlong, and Yu Xiaogang."
"I gazed at Yu Xiaogang's statue, watching countless people of this era sing praises of his great achievements. People revered his wisdom and praised him for nurturing the great Sea God Tang San. When Yu Xiaogang was mentioned, no one failed to praise him, not even the people of the opposing Sun Moon Empire."
"So—" Ilayx mused, "you intend to target him because he nurtured Tang San?"
"No!" Huo Yuhao shook his head abruptly, his voice filled with suppressed anger. "Tang San is my mortal enemy. Whether it's the death of my teacher Ilayx, the annihilation of Winter and Autumn's personalities, or my manipulated Life, I will settle these scores one by one. Back then, assassinating him was too easy for him. But for Yu Xiaogang, I only feel extreme disgust and revulsion."
"You might not believe it, but in that era, I was probably the only one who knew the true face of this person—a complete and utter fame-seeker. Yet, such a fellow was praised by the entire Continent for tens of thousands of years. He died, but his name will live on forever. Ten thousand, twenty thousand years later, the Douluo Continent will still have countless people spreading his 'achievements'." Huo Yuhao sighed, "For such a person to go down in history, isn't this the sorrow of the entire Douluo Plane?"
"In my opinion, bugs should stay in a bug's place."
He stared at the God Realm vision projected by the Eternal Eye, enunciating each word: "With me here, Yu Xiaogang can forget about achieving eternal fame, let alone breaking through his Spirit flaw. He should forever stand at attention on the pillar of shame at Level 29!"
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Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Library Pavilion
A young man dressed in black robes with a Xiao Ping Tou haircut was engrossed in a book titled "Legends of Past Sect Masters of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan." His eyes flickered with the turning pages, as if he were conversing with the legendary figures in the book.
Reading the last paragraph, he slowly closed the book, a glimmer of anticipation flashing in his eyes. He parted his thick lips, his voice carrying a hint of excitement: "More than a thousand years ago, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan once had an ancestor whose Spirit mutated, transforming into a nobler Spirit than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon—the Golden Holy Dragon. In his era, he led the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to a glory comparable to that of the Clear Sky Sect during Tang Chen's time. It's truly inspiring."
He paused, then continued, "Today is the day of Martial Soul Awakening. I wonder what my Innate Soul Power will be?" His words were full of anticipation.
The young man's name was Yu Xiaogang, and he had just turned six. Six years old was a crucial moment in a person's Life; the awakening of their Spirit would determine their future destiny. But Yu Xiaogang wasn't worried about what Spirit he would awaken, because his father, Yu Yuanzhen, was the renowned Title Douluo of Thunder. He confidently believed that he would at least inherit his father's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit and continue to write his own great legend.
His gaze fell once again on the book's cover, which depicted a majestic golden dragon—the Golden Holy Dragon. He thought to himself, "If I also awaken the Spirit that my ancestor used to create legends, what will the Golden Holy Dragon be like? My legend, Yu Xiaogang's legend, will begin. I will become the Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, leading the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to an unprecedented height, and the entire Continent will sing praises of my name, Yu Xiaogang. At that time, what Title Douluo should I choose?"
"Golden Dragon Douluo? No, too common! Holy Dragon Douluo, sounds good, but not domineering enough! Dragon God Douluo? Yes, when I, Yu Xiaogang, forge my Title Douluo, I will use Dragon God as my Title Douluo, writing the mighty name of me, Dragon God Douluo Yu Xiaogang."
"Knock, knock, knock..." A knock on the door interrupted his reverie. Yu Xiaogang said displeasedly, "Come in."
The door gently pushed open, and a young man about his age walked in. He had black hair, a slender build, and appeared somewhat timid. He bowed to Yu Xiaogang and said, "Brother Xiaogang, Father told me to call you to the Awakening Hall for the Spirit Awakening."
After Yu Xiaogang saw who it was, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes. He said in an arrogant tone, "What 'Brother Xiaogang'? You're not worthy. In the Sect, you should call me Young Master Xiaogang, understand?"
Yu Xiaomen lowered his head meekly and said submissively, "Yes, Young Master Xiaogang."
"Hmph!" Yu Xiaogang looked at Yu Xiaomen disdainfully. As he walked past Yu Xiaomen, he suddenly extended his arm and fiercely elbowed Yu Xiaomen.
Yu Xiaomen fell to the ground, clutching his ribs in pain, but he dared not make a sound. He struggled to get up and followed behind Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang walked ahead with his hands clasped behind his back, head held high, while Yu Xiaomen followed with his head down. The servants they encountered along the way all lowered their heads and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Young Master Xiaogang."
Yu Xiaogang arrived at the Sect's pavilion. He looked up at the sky. The sun was bright that day, and the air was fresh, as if foretelling a beautiful future. He stretched out his hand, as if to grasp the warm sunlight, to grasp his bright future.
He said pompously to Yu Xiaomen behind him, "In this World, birth determines everything. Although you and I are half-brothers, Yu Xiaomen, listen carefully. Your mother was just a lowly servant. She shamelessly climbed into my father's bed, which is how you got half of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit bloodline. But a lowly bloodline is still a lowly bloodline. Your mother isn't even a Spirit Master, so even if you can awaken the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit, what then? Your Innate Soul Power won't exceed five levels, and your achievements in this Life won't even reach a Spirit King. As for me—"
Yu Xiaogang's face held a triumphant smile, his tone full of confidence and arrogance: "I inherited the excellent bloodline of my father and mother; I am destined to be extraordinary. My Innate Soul Power will be at least at level eight, Spirit Douluo is just my starting point, I will even become a Title Douluo. I will lead the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to a new glory."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Yu Xiaomen, and continued, "Today, our lives will diverge at this moment. My legend will begin on this day, and you, Yu Xiaomen, you can only fade into obscurity among the masses; you are only fit to gaze at my back."
Yu Xiaomen did not respond, only keeping his head down, making his face unreadable. His fists were tightly clenched, his knuckles slightly white from the effort.