A slight smile unconsciously appeared on Yu Qingyuan's lips.
He turned around, looked at Xiaotian who was still wagging its tail excitedly, and patted its head with a smile.
"Howling Sky".
"Huh?"
The Celestial Hound raised its head, its star-like eyes filled with pure affection.
"Didn't you always complain to me that the secluded life atop this snow-capped mountain was too boring and dull?"
Yu Qingyuan's tone carried a hint of sarcasm.
"Today, I will take you down the mountain to explore this mortal world."
"Woof!"
The Celestial Hound seemed to understand, barked excitedly, and started frolicking around Yu Qingyuan's legs.
For it, where it goes is not important; what matters is being with its owner.
For Yu Qingyuan, the goal was already crystal clear.
The eye of ice and fire.
...
at the same time.
Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, Council Hall.
The atmosphere was somewhat somber.
Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen sat high in the main seat, his face ashen.
Below on both sides are several core elders of the sect, as well as three special guests.
Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
Yu Xiaogang, known as the "Master" and considered the foremost theorist of martial spirit theory.
And, the master's most prized disciple, the peerless genius with twin martial souls, Tang San.
Ning Rongrong had just returned from the back mountain, her face still a little pale, and recounted the whole story of the annulment of the engagement.
When they heard Yu Qingyuan's black dog roar and shatter Ning Rongrong's two soul rings, everyone present was shocked.
An elder couldn't help but speak up.
"Niece Rongrong, is this true? That Yu Qingyuan... isn't he a good-for-nothing who can't even awaken his martial spirit?"
Ning Rongrong bit her lip and said somewhat uncertainly:
"I don't know either… but that black dog was really strange, and the phantom image behind it was very… very huge."
She paused, then added.
"However, Yu Qingyuan himself admitted that he was unable to cultivate and agreed to annul the engagement without the slightest hesitation."
These words made the atmosphere in the hall even more awkward.
Tang San stood behind his teacher, his brows slightly furrowed.
A useless person who can't cultivate?
Then why put on that act? Is it just for show, using a soul beast to create an air of mystery?
Such a mindset is truly undesirable.
A hint of disdain flashed through Tang San's mind.
A true strong person, like myself, remains humble and diligent even with extraordinary talent, rather than using such ostentatious means to maintain a ridiculous sense of dignity.
Deceitful!
At this moment, Master Yu Xiaogang, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.
He adjusted his glasses and, in the tone of a wise scholar, slowly said:
"Being proud and arrogant is understandable. But a person should have self-awareness."
"Since your martial spirit has already malfunctioned and you've become a useless person in the eyes of the world, you should be aware of your worthlessness instead of continuing to indulge in the glory of your past as the young master."
His words were like a final judgment on Yu Qingyuan.
Hearing these words, Ning Rongrong felt a pang of guilt.
"Uncle Yu, Master, no matter what, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is ultimately in the wrong for annulling the engagement. I think... I want to give him some compensation."
"compensate?"
The master shook his head, a look of compassion on his face.
"Rongrong, you have a kind heart, which is a good thing. But for him, no amount of gold soul coins can make up for the pain of not being able to become a soul master."
He changed the subject and looked at Yu Yuanzhen, who was in the main seat.
"I came here this time not only to help Rongrong with her personal matters, but also to help Yu Qingyuan."
"Oh?" Yu Yuanzhen raised his eyelids.
A powerful sense of confidence appeared on the master's face.
"My theory of martial spirits is unparalleled on the continent. Although Yu Qingyuan's situation is special, it is not without research value. His so-called 'split beast-shaped martial spirit' may have other mysteries."
"Let me help him. This is the greatest opportunity of his life. In the entire continent, apart from me, Yu Xiaogang, there is no one else who can give him this opportunity."
He paused, glanced at Tang San beside him, and added:
"Of course, if he's hopeless, that's fine too."
"The other woman."
"Master, your disciple is here," Tang San replied respectfully.
"You have a long road ahead of you, and you'll need some capable people around you."
The master said calmly.
"If Yu Qingyuan really can't be taught, then you should train him yourself. It's better for him to follow you around as a follower than to fend for himself on the snow mountain."
Upon hearing this, Tang San's mind stirred slightly.
Establishing the Tang Clan was his long-cherished wish.
A powerful sect cannot rely on just one person; it must have a sufficient core group and followers.
This Yuqingyuan...
Although he has a bad temper, he is, after all, a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and his status is what it is.
Tang San remained outwardly calm, but he had already made up his mind.
So be it.
For the sake of my teacher, if he is willing to sincerely submit, I, Tang San, will grant him a place in the future Tang Sect.
As soon as Yu Xiaogang finished speaking, the atmosphere in the council hall was completely set.
The image of an arrogant and conceited, yet utterly incompetent good-for-nothing has been vividly portrayed.
Tang San nodded slightly, acknowledging his teacher's arrangement.
It's quite a story to be able to take the former young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan as a follower.
This experience will be a valuable asset for the Tang Clan's future rise to prominence.
However.
Just as this atmosphere of judgment and charity reached its peak.
Boom—!!!
An indescribable, terrifying aura surged into the sky from the direction of the back mountain of the sect!
That's not soul power.
No, it is far more ancient, noble, and vast than any soul power!
It was as if the first ray of divine light at the beginning of creation, or as if the supreme deity who held all laws and principles opened his eyes.
The air in the council chamber seemed to freeze instantly.
No, it was forcibly pressed into an iron plate by a supreme will!
"Thump!"
Yu Xiaogang, whose cultivation was the weakest, didn't even have time to groan before his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground, his face as pale as paper and his whole body trembling.
Several elders at the Soul Douluo level also looked horrified, holding onto the table tightly to barely maintain their composure. However, their martial souls emitted mournful cries within their bodies, which stemmed from fear and submission at the level of life itself!
Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul automatically appeared, but its light was instantly suppressed and dimmed, and the pagoda hummed as if it was about to collapse!
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted!
Even with his Purple Demon Eyes pushed to their limit, he could only see a distorted golden light in the direction of the back mountain. The light pierced his eyes with excruciating pain, as if he were staring directly at a god, and his soul trembled!
"This...this is..."
Tang San was horrified and speechless. His proud twin martial souls were now like two ants that had encountered a true dragon, lying dormant in his body, unable to move!
(End of chapter)