Yu Yuanzhen couldn't deny it—Subei was truly handsome. Had he been fifty or sixty years younger, he might have wanted to be his brother. But now, his only goal was to raise the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus into a superpower surpassing the Three Heavenly Sects and fearlessly facing Wuhun Temple's might.
With two innate soul power geniuses like Subei, plus Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin carefully cultivated at home, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect would have four new Douluos—how could Yu Yuanzhen not feel jealous?
Carrying one in each hand, Yu Yuanzhen was about to slip away with Subei and Xiao Wu, concerned that Liu Erlong might find out and rush after them—disrupting the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect back and forth.
Just as Yu Yuanzhen was about to leave, Tang San suddenly appeared before him, frowning fiercely.
"Let go of Teacher!" Tang San shouted. "Respect the dignity of my teacher! How can you trample on it like this!"
Though aware Yu Yuanzhen's strength was far beyond his and that mysterious techniques might not affect him, Tang San could not stand to see Subei treated like a mere chicken.
"Let go of Teacher!" he repeated sternly, summoning his Martial Soul. Spirit power surged through his body, turning his Blue Silver Grass into a weapon.
"Another child with top innate soul power!" Yu Yuanzhen's eyes flicked toward Tang San. His sharp gaze quickly marked Tang San as significant.
What was happening lately? Had the Blue Tyrant Academy become a sacred place attracting peerless geniuses?
No wonder Yu Yuanzhen wasn't worried for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's future, no need to fear Wuhun Palace's dominance.
"Roar! Take him away!"
Yu Yuanzhen snorted as he released spirit power. Tang San instantly froze.
"What's your name? Which family? Want to join my Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus? Whether willing or not, after ten or eight years here, you'll surely bond with us."
"Come clean up now—we have brand noodles and have caught three talents. The sect is developing fast!"
Yu Yuanzhen laughed, face blossoming like a chrysanthemum.
"Bah! You're unworthy to teach my teacher!" Tang San retorted.
"Hmph!" Subei gave Yu Yuanzhen a scornful look and tossed some saliva on his face, temporarily losing composure.
Yu Yuanzhen wiped his face, smiling, "A baby's spit tastes sweeter than the phlegm of an old man."
"I hear your martial spirit is unique—show it to Grandpa Qian," he said.
Yu Luomian emerged from the lake, frowning at the lingering horse dung smell, grateful no outsiders witnessed the scene.
"Don't pretend. Show your dragon head, fish body martial spirit to your godfathers so they can chart your soul master development."
"Ha! Planning? Can your Supreme Male God System really guide me meaningfully?"
Subei sneered but felt compelled to display his powers lest he lose face.
Suddenly, the golden Dragon God Gate appeared with a purple ring.
Subei helplessly muttered, "Zhixi, come meet these two shameless old thieves."
"Smelly boy, don't think looks protect you! Show respect to elders!"
"Willing to fight?"
"Willing, but Erlong might disown me…"
"Cut!"
At that moment, Chi Kiss emerged from the Dragon God Gate.
"I see the king!"
A mighty dragon appeared, shocking Yu Luomian.
"That martial soul can talk??"
Subei coldly replied, "It's not a martial soul, but my soul skill."
Tang San thought admiringly: "Teacher is worthy of respect, even when exposing flaws, he remains calm and confident, unafraid before the powerful and boldly confronts ignorance."
Soul skill…
Yu Yuanzhen suddenly realized, "I always thought Tang Chen of Haotian Sect was the greatest talent, but this child surpasses him."
"His first spirit ring is a thousand-year purple ring—unprecedented in spirit master history. With guidance and resources, in twenty years he'll be legendary."
"The old man truly adores you."
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes blazed, clearly cherishing this rare talent.
In other places, Liu Erlong smiled as vibrant ingredients flew around, guided by his fiery soul power, brilliantly dazzling all.