"Yu Xiaogang, it's all your fault! If you hadn't siphoned off our cultivation resources, how could our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan have lost face so badly this time?"
Yu Qingtian stood at the head of a group of younger clan disciples, cornering Yu Xiaogang against a wall. Every one of them was seething with righteous indignation, glaring furiously at the man they considered the disgrace and deadweight of the clan.
Yu Xiaogang frowned, suppressing the fear in his heart as he gritted his teeth and retorted, "Yu Qingtian, you've brought all these disciples to cause a scene. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Clan Head?"
"Punished?"
Yu Qingtian sneered, "Don't try to hide behind the Clan Head. If he weren't your father, you'd still be stuck at Rank 10, unable to break through at all! You've taken a huge chunk of our cultivation resources, and for what? Your martial soul can't even release a proper skill—just some useless bluffing! You're the shame of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—a disgrace!"
"You don't deserve to be one of us!"
"That's right! Yu Xiaogang, you don't deserve to be a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. You're nothing but a disgrace! Get out of our clan!"
The young disciples were completely riled up under Yu Qingtian's lead. The thought of their cultivation progress being delayed due to the redistribution of resources enraged them. If not for the inherent strength of their martial soul, they wouldn't even be able to stand on equal footing with disciples from other sects—excluding the Clear Sky School.
But even with their advantage, their most talented youth had been defeated by Tang Hao with just two hammer strikes. It was an utter humiliation for the clan.
If it hadn't been for Yu Xiaogang squandering precious resources, Yu Qingtian might already be a high-level Soul Ancestor—or even a Soul King. With the power of their Dragon Transformation technique, how could he have lost so miserably?
All of this was Yu Xiaogang's fault!
"Trash! Trash! You're nothing but a disgrace!"
The word "trash" was hurled at Yu Xiaogang again and again, stabbing into his ears, piercing his heart, and crushing what little pride he had left.
His fists clenched tightly, veins bulging, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. He was overwhelmed with humiliation.
"You bunch of weaklings... You lose a fight and instead of improving yourselves, you waste time yelling at me like children. What's the point?"
A deep, commanding voice boomed from behind the crowd like thunder cracking across the sky. In an instant, silence fell over the mob.
The crowd instinctively parted to form a path. Everyone turned to look—and saw Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Luomian standing behind them. Yu Yuanzhen's eyes burned with cold fury as his gaze swept over each and every disciple before locking onto Yu Qingtian.
No one dared meet his eyes. All who fell under that glare lowered their heads, Yu Qingtian included.
When Yu Xiaogang saw his father arrive, the bottled-up emotions surged uncontrollably. His voice choked with emotion.
"F-Father… I…"
"Xiaogang, come here."
Yu Yuanzhen sighed inwardly. The regression of his son's martial soul had already been a heavy blow, and now to be humiliated by his own kin—how could it not break him?
He was still his son. And if his son hadn't given up, how could he, as a father, abandon him?
Yu Xiaogang trudged forward, heavy-footed, passing the other disciples without raising his head. He stopped before his father, silent and downcast.
"Second Brother, take Xiaogang to rest."
"Understood."
Yu Luomian nodded. Though he harbored his own dissatisfaction with Yu Xiaogang, he said nothing out of respect for his elder brother. He turned and quietly led Yu Xiaogang away.
Once the two were gone, Yu Yuanzhen turned his gaze back toward the group of disciples. He remained silent for a long moment.
No one dared speak. They kept their heads down, quiet as quail.
Sigh...
Yu Yuanzhen finally exhaled and spoke in a softer tone. "It's true—I've let you all down. I understand you're unhappy with how I've allocated resources. But Xiaogang is a direct descendant of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Since our founding, we have never abandoned a single direct-line child."
"Every clan leader throughout history has taught us to cherish and protect our kin. I've said this often—have you all forgotten?"
"Clan Head, we—"
Yu Qingtian tried to speak, head lowered, but Yu Yuanzhen cut him off.
"That's enough. I know your grievances. When I was your age, I had already given up on relying on clan resources. I crossed the Thunderclap Gorge alone, roamed the entire Douluo Continent, and forged my own path through hardship and perseverance. That's how I achieved what I have today."
"And you? Just a bit of lost cultivation resources, and you insult your own blood? Ignoring the clan rules, acting like this—what future do you think that leads to?"
"If you truly want to grow stronger, then go out into the world. Fight for your own path, carve out your own name, and bring honor to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
"If you fail, the clan won't blame you. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will always be your strongest pillar of support—your home."
"Just as I've said before—no matter what happens, we will never abandon a direct-line member of our clan."
His words struck home. One by one, guilt washed over the disciples' faces. Yu Qingtian, overwhelmed with shame, dropped to one knee with a heavy thud.
"Clan Head… I was wrong. I shouldn't have treated my own clan brother that way. You're right. It was just a bit of lost resources—we can earn it ourselves!"
"Hiding in the clan only makes us flowers in a greenhouse."
"Please, Clan Head, let me go to Thunderclap Gorge! I want to do as you once did—rely on my own hands, my own strength, and prove to the world that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has not declined!"
Yu Yuanzhen smiled with pride. He stepped forward, helped Yu Qingtian up, and gave his shoulder a firm pat.
"Good lad. You've got spirit. But Thunderclap Gorge is a dangerous place—are you truly prepared?"
"I am, Clan Head!"
Yu Qingtian answered with conviction, nodding solemnly.
"In that case, follow me."
Yu Yuanzhen gave a slight nod and turned away.
"The rest of you, dismiss. Those above Rank 30 don't need to report to me. If you wish to venture out into the world—then go."
"Yes, Clan Head!"
Once Yu Yuanzhen departed, the remaining disciples dispersed.
He led Yu Qingtian to the rear mountain of the clan grounds—a place he usually used for seclusion, rarely bringing others.
"Young one, your willingness to challenge Thunderclap Gorge is admirable. But your strength is still lacking. I'll teach you a battle technique. Watch closely."
As he spoke, Yu Yuanzhen activated Dragon Transformation, enhancing only his arms.
Then, before Yu Qingtian's eyes, he demonstrated a set of fierce, explosive punches. Each strike carried the weight of thunder and the power of a lightning storm. The technique was both brutally direct and deeply profound.
This set of martial arts was something Yu Yuanzhen had developed when he broke through to the Titled Douluo rank. It was crafted from his deep understanding of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul and, when paired with Dragon Transformation, could unleash terrifying force.
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