Chapter 1 – Luo Sanpao?! I Am the Azure Dragon of Destiny!
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
One of the Three Upper Sects among the Seven Great Sects, and also one of the most powerful families on the entire Douluo Continent.
The disciples of this clan possessed the terrifying Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul.
With its powerful "Dragonization" that strengthened the body and its ability to "Command Thunder and Lightning," it earned the title of the Number One Beast Martial Soul in the world.
Even the Spirit Hall had to give them three points of respect.
At this moment, inside the clan's main hall—
"Is this… your Martial Soul?"
"Luo Sanpao… as expected…"
Yu Xiaogang looked at the creature in front of him and sighed with a complicated expression.
No one understood the Luo Sanpao Martial Soul better than him. After all, it was his own Martial Soul.
Luo Sanpao was a mutated form of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. Unlike a normal beast Martial Soul that manifests as possession, Luo Sanpao appeared externally.
Yu Xiaogang's Luo Sanpao looked like a mix between a dog and a pig, its entire body covered in pale purple fur.
But the one before his eyes was completely different—
This Luo Sanpao had a cyan body, its form more like a serpent, with deep blue eyes that shone with gentleness. It had four small legs, and on its head were two budding horn-like protrusions.
The child who awakened this Martial Soul was none other than Yu Tianqing—
A third-generation member of the clan, grandson of the current patriarch, Yu Yuanzhen.
He had lost his parents at a young age and was originally regarded with high expectations by the clan.
But who would have thought that, upon awakening, his Martial Soul turned out to be a mutated Luo Sanpao?
In an instant, his future prospects plummeted from heaven into hell.
For the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Martial Souls were of paramount importance.
And a failed mutation like Luo Sanpao naturally invited ridicule.
What made matters worse was that Yu Tianqing wasn't just anyone—he was the grandson of the patriarch himself!
Upon hearing the news, Yu Xiaogang immediately rushed back to the clan.
Now, seeing it with his own eyes, he confirmed that Yu Tianqing had indeed awakened the same Martial Soul as him—Luo Sanpao, a product of the mutated Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
Watching his uncle sigh in regret, Yu Tianqing blinked his bright eyes and reached out to gently stroke his Martial Soul's head.
The serpent-like Luo Sanpao let out a soft "wuwu" sound, narrowing its eyes in enjoyment, clearly relishing its master's touch.
'So this is what they call a collapse-of-sky starting point?'
'Born in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, yet awakening the failed variant—Luo Sanpao.'
Yu Tianqing thought silently, though his expression remained calm and unmoved by Yu Xiaogang's pity.
On the surface, he was only a six-year-old child. But in truth, his soul did not belong to this world—he had transmigrated here.
At first, he found it hard to accept.
But as time passed, Yu Tianqing gradually discovered something unusual—
His Luo Sanpao Martial Soul didn't seem as simple as it appeared.
It seemed to carry traces of the Azure Dragon bloodline, one of the Four Divine Beasts from ancient Eastern mythology.
As the saying goes:
"The Azure Dragon of the East, essence of the horned constellation, exhales clouded qi, commands thunder with its roar, soars through the eight extremes, traverses the four seas, and descends to guard by my side."
"It roams freely across the nine heavens, summons wind and rain, commands lightning, and wherever it flies, auspicious clouds rise and the seas surge."
Because of this discovery, Yu Tianqing's heart eased considerably.
What's more, he had already found a way for Luo Sanpao to evolve into an Azure Dragon.
One day, within this Douluo world, the might of the Four Divine Beasts would be reborn.
By then, with a sweep of his dragon claws, thunder and lightning would rage across the heavens. With a single breath, hurricanes would form, obliterating all obstacles in their path.
Seeing Yu Tianqing remain calm and indifferent, Yu Xiaogang sighed once more and said:
"Tianqing, come with me."
"Although your Martial Soul is a mutated Luo Sanpao, I can teach you how to cultivate it properly."
Hearing this, Yu Tianqing glanced at him.
He knew full well that his uncle's Martial Soul was also Luo Sanpao.
Because of its mutation, Yu Xiaogang had been unable to break past rank thirty in his lifetime. Instead, he had dedicated himself entirely to researching Martial Soul theories.
Even now, Yu Xiaogang's soul power is still stuck at the rank twenty-ninth Soul Grandmaster level.
"Uncle's kindness, Tianqing appreciates it," Yu Tianqing said politely.
"But I still wish to remain within the clan."
He declined tactfully. He had no intention of entrusting his future to Yu Xiaogang—if he was ruined by his so-called "guidance," who would he have to blame?
"Hm?"
Yu Xiaogang frowned slightly, clearly not expecting this refusal.
The next moment, he turned and gestured toward the boy beside him.
The boy had black hair, and though his appearance was ordinary, his eyes revealed firmness and wisdom. Humble yet unwavering.
This boy was Yu Xiaogang's disciple—Tang San.
"His Martial Soul is the most useless Blue Silver Grass," Yu Xiaogang said slowly.
"But under my guidance, he has already absorbed a four-hundred-year-old Datura Snake. His first skill is Blue Silver Bind."
"His future is limitless."
"If you follow me, Tianqing, I can nurture you as well. With my teaching, you will definitely grow strong. In the future, you could even assist Xiao San—and with that, you might rise to prominence. That is far better than wasting away in the clan."
Hearing this, Yu Tianqing's eyes flickered with a trace of annoyance.
So, Yu Xiaogang's so-called offer to "nurture" him was nothing more than preparing him to be Tang San's follower.
The thought filled Yu Tianqing's chest with a smoldering irritation. His gaze turned cold as he replied:
"Uncle, my mind is made up. I won't trouble you any further."
"I will find my own way to cultivate Luo Sanpao!"
Yu Xiaogang's face reddened with suppressed anger at this second rejection. With a cold snort, he barked:
"Hmph! So arrogant and conceited at such a young age—how can you achieve anything great?"
"If you had my theoretical guidance, you could change your fate against the heavens!"
As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang raised his chin, his expression full of pride.
He believed, without a doubt, that his Martial Soul theories were unrivaled, invincible even.
But Yu Tianqing remained unmoved.
"Uncle, I still choose to stay. I will rely on my own efforts."
This final statement completely infuriated Yu Xiaogang. His face twisted with rage as he shouted:
"Rely on yourself? How laughable!"
"Very well! Very well! Then stay here with your trash Martial Soul Luo Sanpao, and suffer the scorn of everyone!"
"Xiao San, we're leaving!"
With a dramatic sweep of his sleeves, Yu Xiaogang stormed away, dragging Tang San along with him.
Yu Tianqing stood quietly, watching their figures grow distant. His expression remained calm, without the slightest ripple.
What puzzled him, however, was how strangely persistent Yu Xiaogang had been—again and again, insisting he leave with him.
"Was it because of family bonds? Or… is it because his own Martial Soul is also Luo Sanpao?"
His gaze turned contemplative.
"The Tang San of the future will indeed be extraordinary.
But what about me?"
With that thought, Yu Tianqing withdrew his gaze. He bent down and gently stroked the head of his serpent-like Luo Sanpao.
"My Martial Soul is not a waste Martial Soul."
He spoke softly, his tone filled with quiet conviction.
From his robe, he pulled out two items.
One was a small green vial. The other, a book titled "Azure Dragon Transformation Technique."
His eyes sharpened, filled with unshakable determination.
"I, too, carry the will of the Azure Dragon."
"If I do not soar, then fine."
"But when I do… I will ascend to the heavens."
"If I do not roar, so be it."
"But when I roar, the world will tremble!"
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End of Chapter