Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus.
In a quiet, elegant courtyard, Yu Xiaogang slowly rose from a steaming bath infused with various precious medicinal herbs. After rinsing off the potion residue, he changed into fresh clothes.
"Finally, level 19."
At 15 years old, Yu Xiaogang's cultivation speed was impressively fast, considering his innate soul power was only half a level. Half-level innate soul power was a serious limitation—few broke through level 30 in a lifetime with such a handicap.
But Yu Xiaogang didn't believe he'd be one of those failures.
With the massive resources of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus family and his father's unwavering support, he was confident he would be the first on the continent to shatter this limit.
"There's no such thing as a wasted martial soul, only wasted soul masters!"
Full of fighting spirit, Yu Xiaogang envisioned the day when the entire clan would admire him for breaking through level 30.
"By the way, Uncle Mo, is there any news about the Pope's new disciple?"
Almost everyone with influence across the continent had heard that Qian Xunji had taken a new disciple. As the son of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus patriarch, Yu Xiaogang naturally wanted to know who had been accepted.
The previous disciple was a prodigy brimming with innate soul power—it made sense he was favored by the Pope.
But this new disciple supposedly had low innate soul power? That piqued Yu Xiaogang's curiosity.
"Well, the detective said the Pope's second disciple is a bookworm. He basically spends about an hour reading in the library every day—and longer on holidays."
Yu Xiaogang chuckled skeptically.
"Talent like that wasting time reading books instead of training hard? That's not going to make him a great weapon."
He smirked, then changed the subject.
"How strong is that saint now?"
Though he looked down on Gu Han, he admired the saint with innate soul power—the one who was a martial soul genius. He also kept an eye on Tang Hao's progress, but not on Tang Xiao—who was 15 years older and not part of their generation.
"The saint broke through to level 30 some time ago. Now she's hunting for her next soul ring—probably around level 32."
Despite the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus's extensive intelligence network, core details about Bibidong were well-guarded—even some Douluo bishops didn't know about her twin martial souls.
"Indeed, a genius with innate soul power. She became a soul master at only nine years old."
Yu Xiaogang sighed bitterly. He'd poured vast family resources into his cultivation and hadn't even reached level 19 yet.
Meanwhile, Bibidong—just nine and practicing for three years—was already a three-ring soul master.
Truly unfair.
"Where is Tang Hao now?"
Yu Xiaogang diverted again, eyes narrowing with interest.
"Tang Hao is a soul king now."
Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but sigh again. At just over twenty, he was already a five-ring soul king himself. With such talent, breaking through to title Douluo seemed inevitable.
"Xiaogang, don't be discouraged. With your family's backing, you'll definitely break level 30."
Uncle Mo sighed inwardly, knowing these words were more comforting than truthful. Yu Xiaogang's cultivation had wasted resources enough to raise a soul saint.
If it weren't for his father's prestige, the elders would have kicked him out long ago.
A waste of resources like that meant juniors with real talent got left behind. The Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus family's next generation risked falling behind sects like Haotian and Qibao Liuli.
But Yu Yuanzhen, with his level 92 innate soul power and the strength of the family's only title Douluo, suppressed the dissent—infuriating the elders so much one fell into a coma.
Most younger disciples openly looked down on Yu Xiaogang. Not only did he monopolize half the family's resources, but he hadn't even hit level 20.
They called him a resource hog with no results.
Yu Xiaogang knew all this but didn't care. He wanted to laugh at them.
A group of losers who couldn't keep up blamed everything on him.
"Level 30? Just wait. I, Yu Xiaogang, will break through to level 30 and make all those who look down on me eat their words!"
Martial soul mutated or not, innate soul power low or high—none of it mattered.
He had a father who was a Douluo and the patriarch of Shangsanzong.
The level 30 limit was for ordinary people, not him.
With more resources and precious herbs, he was sure to break through and rise to the very top of the continent!
Uncle Mo stood silently to the side, sighing inwardly.
For the patriarch's sake, he had to tolerate the younger disciple's antics.
After all, Yu Xiaogang was the son of the patriarch—the family's living shame.
But if Yu Xiaogang could really shatter the mainland's iron rule and break through to the three-ring soul with his half-level innate soul power, it would be a legendary story.
A tale of breaking fate and shattering limits through sheer will and hard work.
That would restore the family's honor—and leave Yu Xiaogang respected as a strong man with a title Douluo on par with his father.