The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was abuzz.
Clusters of disciples gathered in twos and threes, chattering animatedly.
"At that time, Sect Leader unleashed the Heaven-Breaking Dragon Roar, and the sky itself was shaking!"
"And Lu Yuan—hah, that bastard actually blocked it! Sword qi everywhere like falling stars, lightning flashing, thunder cracking, like—like…"
"Talk about it again, what happened after?!"
"Hey, don't push me—go ask someone else if you didn't see it!"
"Tch, what's so great about seeing a fight… Dog stuff! And we missed it!"
The envy was palpable. Those who had actually witnessed Lu Yuan duel Yu Yuanzhen in the skies bragged endlessly, while those absent could only fume in frustration.
After all, how often could mortals see with their own eyes a clash between a newly promoted Soul Emperor and a Title Douluo? And not just survive—Lu Yuan had actually forced back the Sect Leader.
A Soul Emperor, drunk as well, crossing blades with a Title Douluo. It sounded outrageous, almost impossible. The gap wasn't one, two, or even three spirit rings, it was an entire world apart.
And yet, it happened.
For the Blue Lightning Sect's younger generation, the blow was crushing. Their pride in their talent evaporated the moment they compared themselves to Lu Yuan.
Tianheng's Misery
Yu Tianheng sat in gloomy silence at the base of the sect's great statue of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex.
He couldn't shake the truth. His pride, already battered by Lu Yuan before in Heaven Dou City, was now shattered.
Worse—yesterday he heard the official word. When Liu Erlong gave birth, there would be a grand banquet in Heaven Dou City. Public. Everyone would know.
That meant one terrifying fact: Lu Yuan wasn't just an enemy anymore.
He was his… uncle.
His uncle.
The shame of it broke him. He could already hear Graphite, Oslo, and the other fellows from Royal Academy mocking him endlessly. "Uncle Lu Yuan, Uncle Lu Yuan!" The thought made him nauseous.
The Uncle Appears
"Smelly boy, there you are!"
The voice descended like thunder.
Tianheng stiffened, sweat exploding down his spine. He turned his head in dread.
Of course.
Lu Yuan.
Teetering slightly with his wine jar already half-empty, but eyes frighteningly keen.
"L-Lu Yuan? You're… looking for me?" Tianheng stammered, wishing desperately he could sink into the earth.
Lu Yuan scowled. "What kind of tone is that? How rude! Shouldn't you say it properly?"
His hand shot out and grabbed Tianheng's collar, hoisting him up effortlessly like a misbehaving child.
"Uh—Uncle!" Tianheng blurted, face red, the word dragging from his throat like rusty nails.
Lu Yuan broke into a grin. "That's more like it. Good boy." He patted the young man's cheek, then hooked a thumb casually. "Come on. Take me to your sect's wine cellar."
Tianheng's mouth twitched. He had known it. Nothing good ever came from encounters with this fiend.
"You already drink enough as it is!" he muttered miserably.
Lu Yuan's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Don't talk nonsense. I'm not going to drink it. Just take me around. Can't I even look?"
As his fist clenched ever so slightly, Tianheng paled. Best not to argue further, or he'd get a fist-shaped souvenir on his forehead.
"Fine, fine, I'll take you!"
A Cellar Robbed
Moments later, the doors of the sect's precious wine cellar opened.
Rows of neatly stacked jars stretched across stone shelves, the rich aroma of aged spirits perfuming the air.
Lu Yuan's eyes glittered instantly. "Ha… so much wine! Beautiful!"
He darted inside like a child loose in a candy store. "Stinky boy, what are you doing standing there? Come on, help me pack some up!"
Tianheng nearly cried. "Didn't you say you weren't going to drink?! You said just to look!"
Lu Yuan snorted, imitating his voice mockingly. "I said not drink. I didn't say not move! Hmph, brat, don't twist my words. Hurry up!"
Tianheng's stomach flipped. His uncle's shamelessness was undefeatable.
Before long, Lu Yuan's storage soul guide was groaning under the weight. But he wasn't done.
His hungry eyes moved toward Tianheng's own soul guide bracelet. Slowly, deliberately.
"Boy," Lu Yuan drawled, "your cousin's about to be born. Shouldn't you do something respectful? Contribute to the grand occasion?"
Tianheng swallowed. His instincts screamed.
Sure enough, Lu Yuan pointed casually at his wrist. "That bracelet. Hand it over."
Beads of sweat rolled down Tianheng's back. Trembling, he pulled it off and handed it over silently.
Lu Yuan flashed a satisfied grin. "That's better. Good nephews get remembered fondly, you know."
Reasoning Like a Bandit
At one point, Tianheng dared complain, watching nearly a quarter of the cellar vanish. "Uncle… please. At least leave some!"
Lu Yuan's head whipped around, eyes sharp. "What? You think I'm hogging it all for myself?"
"Huh?" Tianheng blinked cautiously.
Lu Yuan folded his arms, suddenly righteous. "These aren't for me to drink! I'm saving them for your cousin's banquet. Do you expect me to present poor wine when every major sect master of the continent shows up? You want our family to lose face?"
The sheer shamelessness was staggering.
"Understood!" Tianheng blurted quickly. His uncle even managed to make theft sound noble. What could he even say?
For half an hour, Lu Yuan packed like a bandit, stuffing soul guides until every one bulged fat. Finally, he patted his belt, satisfied.
"Perfect! Not a sip drunk!" he crowed.
Tianheng stared, dumbfounded. Not drunk? He stole ALL of it!
And to add insult, Lu Yuan tossed a shriveled root into his lap. "Here. A fairy herb gift, from your cousin's gratitude."
Tianheng squinted at it. "This ugly potato-looking thing? You call this a treasure?!"
He hurled it out of sight in frustration.
Sect Politics
Later, in the Chamber of Deputies, Lu Yuan sat cross-legged, already gulping from one of the stolen jars.
"Tons… tons… ahhh!" He smacked his lips in bliss. "Good wine! That kid was hiding this from me before. Stingy brat."
Across from him, Yu Yuanzhen tried to remain dignified. "Lu Yuan… Regarding you and Erlong, we now understand. She never revealed her child's father to us, or we would have met long ago."
Lu Yuan snorted. "Old man, stop circling. What are you trying to say?"
Yu Yuanzhen cleared his throat. "Does the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect know of this yet?"
Lu Yuan shrugged. "They will, once I go back. What's the rush?"
Yu Yuanzhen's smile turned gentle. "Well, since you belong to the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect, and Erlong is of our bloodline, perhaps our two great sects should—"
But before he could finish, Lu Yuan loudly cut in. "Forget all that! I've already picked the banquet location—Heaven Dou City. All you need to do is show up. I even hauled over tribute wine, two whole soul guides full. No one will go thirsty."
The old patriarch was speechless. His mouth twitched. This brat! He doesn't even understand politics. He's operating on a completely different channel!
He gave up with a sigh. "Never mind…"
Reconciliation Attempt
Meanwhile, in Liu Erlong's quarters, Yu Luomian nervously presented a table laden with delicacies.
"Come, eat this, Erlong. It's good for the child!" he urged, smiling awkwardly.
Her face darkened instantly. "Trying to drug me again?"
"Of course not! I swear, I'm your child's grandfather. Would I harm him?"
She glared but allowed the attendants to arrange the dishes. Luomian gulped, then forced his real request.
"Girl, can you… ask Lu Yuan not to keep beating me?" His face burned scarlet. "Everywhere I go, I'm watching my back. That brat's looking to knock me out at every chance!"
Liu Erlong's eyes narrowed. "And you ask why?"
"…" Yu Luomian was cornered. He sighed heavily, finally spitting out: "I thought the father was Yu Xiaogang. That trash… For our clan, for our reputation, I couldn't allow it. I never would have tried if I'd known it was Lu Yuan. He's… different. Worthy."
Erlong stiffened, pain flashing across her heart—memories of illegitimacy, shame, scorn.
But her lips curled in defiance. "You were wrong. Don't confuse your pride with my life. This child deserves to be born openly, not hidden."
Yu Luomian nodded desperately, words tumbling. "Yes, yes, Dad was wrong. Completely wrong!"
Only once she saw his sincere admission did Liu Erlong's expression ease.
"Then go," she said coldly. "And remember: this child, and his father, are my pride. Don't forget it again."
Yu Luomian slipped out, sweat dripping, relief flooding him as though he had escaped execution.
Finally… peace. For now.
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