Chapter 97: Yu Xiaogang Returns to the Sect.
Yu Xiaolie looked at Yang Wudi and hesitated before saying:
"Old Yang, this..."
"Before I back out, let you absorb it quickly. My Breaking Clan never relies on these external things."
Yang Wudi said irritably.
In pursuit of ultimate attack power, the Soul-Shattering Spear even abandoned its defense.
If one possesses a soul bone, during battle, one will unconsciously believe that one has a backup plan and that one has not gone all out, which will prevent one from unleashing the full potential of the Soul-Breaking Spear.
Therefore, the Soul-Breaking Spear passed down its ancestral precept: it must not absorb soul bones with unknown skills.
Yu Xiaolie's expression turned serious, his eyes became resolute, and he no longer refused, once again sitting cross-legged to absorb the soul bone.
After a long while, Yu Xiaolie slowly opened his eyes, a flash of ancient light passing through the depths of his pupils.
He felt the surging soul power within him, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.
"Hey kid, what are you grinning about?"
Yang Wudi put away the last piece of the Xuanjia Dragon Turtle shell, collected all the parts that could be used as medicinal materials, dusted off his hands, and looked at Yu Xiaolie.
"After absorbing this soul bone, my soul power has increased by 3 levels!"
"What? What's your soul power level right now?"
Yang Wudi was somewhat surprised and looked Yu Xiaolie up and down.
Yu Xiaolie smiled and said, "Level 58."
"!!!"
Yang Wudi's eyes widened and his mouth gaped open.
"You mean your soul power increased by 5 levels right after you absorbed this soul ring! And then it increased by another 3 levels after you absorbed the soul bone?!"
Yang Wudi knew that absorbing a spirit ring could increase spirit power.
However, based on his past experience, he could only advance by about three levels at most, which would already be quite remarkable.
Unexpectedly, this 50,000-year soul ring actually helped Yu Xiaolie increase his soul power by 5 levels!
Yu Xiaolie scratched his head and said, "Just lucky, just lucky."
Yang Wudi waved his hand, now he finally understood why Yu Xiaolie's cultivation speed was so astonishing.
"Let's go. The smell of blood from this Xuanjia Dragon Turtle is too strong. If we stay any longer, it will probably attract even more soul beasts."
The two did not linger and headed towards the outer edge of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Along the way, Yu Xiaolie pondered his newly acquired soul skills and soul bone abilities.
His fifth soul skill is to use deep earth rocks to form various forms that he needs in battle, such as covering his whole body to form armor.
Like the Xuanjia Dragon Turtle, it is a soul skill that focuses on defense.
This armor can absorb not only a portion of the soul power from attacks, but also potential energy.
Then he thought about how the spirit beasts he had absorbed from the second to the fourth spirit ring were all symbols of power.
Now, having absorbed the soul ring of the Xuanjia Dragon Turtle, it has gained yet another surge of violent power.
Yu Xiaolie always felt that this power subtly resonated with the power of the earth.
Can these spirit rings, when stacked together, allow the dragon cub to awaken the Earth Sacred Dragon, a symbol of power?
...
A few days later, the two arrived at a small town on the edge of the forest.
It was time to part ways with Yang Wudi.
Yang Wudi took out a bag of wine from his storage belt, took a big sip, and then handed it to Yu Xiaolie.
Yu Xiaolie took the wine bag and took a hearty sip as well.
The fiery liquor burned down my throat and into my stomach.
"Old Yang." Yu Xiaolie put down his wine pouch, his expression suddenly turning serious.
"After today's parting, I don't know when we'll meet again. These past few days, we've been through thick and thin together. As for my origins..."
Yang Wudi raised an eyebrow and said:
"So you've finally decided to tell us where you're from?"
Yu Xiaolie smiled and said calmly, "Actually, I am the grandson of Yu Zhentian, the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family."
A hint of surprise flashed in Yang Wudi's eyes, but he quickly calmed down.
With his surname Yu, strong soul power and combat ability, and his calm and composed nature, he certainly doesn't seem like a disciple from outside the seven major sects.
He should have thought of that sooner.
He just didn't expect that Yu Xiaolie would be Yu Zhentian's grandson.
Yang Wudi looked at the boy in front of him, a boy who could be called a genius.
At a young age, he possessed a soul power level of 58, two ten-thousand-year soul bones, an incredible soul ring configuration, superb pharmacological knowledge, and an aristocratic air in every gesture.
All of these factors combined, in every aspect, make him far more outstanding than Tang Hao, the genius young master whom the Haotian Sect is so proud of.
"No wonder...no wonder."
Yang Wudi tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of strong liquor, then smiled bitterly:
"Unbelievable! As an affiliated sect of the Clear Sky Sect, I actually helped the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan hunt soul beasts and even gave up a 50,000-year-old soul bone."
He shook his head, his tone tinged with self-deprecation, then turned to a complex mix of emotions. If those old guys from the Haotian Sect found out, they'd be furious enough to vomit blood.
Yu Xiaolie smiled and said:
"Old Yang, the reason I didn't tell you these things before was because I didn't want our relationship to cause any hesitation when we interacted."
What I'm more worried about is that if you find out about my identity, you might report it to the Haotian Sect.
I have been away from my sect for many years, traveling extensively. I believe that having this identity would only bring me unnecessary trouble.
He knew Yang Wudi wouldn't care about these things, but he still wanted to make things clear.
Yang Wudi's expression was profound. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he said:
"So, you're in a hurry to leave because you need to rush back to attend the sect leader's succession ceremony?"
Yang Wudi looked up at the sky, calculated the days with his fingers, and suddenly said:
"Hiss—time is getting tight. If you don't set off soon, the ceremony might be over by the time you get back."
Yu Xiaolie was well aware that this hunt had delayed him for quite some time.
The two bumped fists in tacit agreement, said no more, and set off in different directions.
...
Before the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan's gate, the ancient and imposing sect gate stands tall and unyielding.
A vermilion plaque hangs horizontally beside two stone pillars, where two majestic stone dragons gaze at the mountains on either side.
Sect Master Yu Zhentian stood with his hands behind his back, personally standing at the door.
Behind him, his second grandfather, several family elders, and Yao'er all looked toward the winding mountain path.
It seems they are waiting for someone on purpose.
Finally, a carriage slowly approached, and Yu Xiaogang got off the carriage as soon as it got close.
"Mother--"
Yu Xiaogang ran forward quickly and hugged Yao'er tightly. He missed his mother, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, terribly.
Having been away from home for seven years, Yu Xiaogang has grown from a young boy into an adult.
Yao'er gently patted his back and said softly, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."
A moment later, Yu Xiaolie turned to Yu Zhentian, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Grandpa."
Yu Zhentian simply nodded coldly.
Because of the mutation of his martial soul and his low innate soul power, he had long since given up any expectations for this eldest grandson.
Furthermore, hearing that he might not graduate from Thunder Academy, they were even more dissatisfied with him.
Yu Xiaogang didn't speak, but simply stood up straight.
Ever since his martial soul awakened, his great-grandfather's attitude has always been the same.
Afterwards, Yu Xiaogang greeted the other elders one by one, and finally stood silently beside Yao'er.
He had anticipated the indifference of the family elders, but he was still inevitably frustrated.
For so many years, he has been trying to prove to Yu Zhentian and the sect that even though he has a useless martial soul, he can still be entrusted with important responsibilities!
Just then, another carriage sped by, its wheels rolling and kicking up a cloud of dust.
A hint of anticipation appeared in Yu Zhentian's eyes.
The carriage finally stopped, and a thirteen-year-old boy stepped down from it.
Yu Zhentian's tightly furrowed brows immediately relaxed, and a kind smile appeared on his serious face.
"Grandpa, Mom—"
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