Chapter 37: Raising a Fat Pig
In this lifetime, the Shrek Seven Devils were destined to never receive the blessing of the immortal herbs. The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well—their miracle ground in legend—now held the souls of Huo Yuhao's twin dragon kings. The Asura God would never allow his own precious heir's opportunity to be used for another's growth.
As for what divine hand the Asura God would extend to help them, Huo Yuhao could only smile in smug anticipation.
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan
Yu Yuanzhen withdrew his palm after transferring soul power. Yu Xiaogang opened his eyes from meditation.
No change. No breakthrough. Again.
"Father," Yu Xiaogang said anxiously, "I've been stuck at rank twenty-nine for so long. When will I finally break through to Soul Elder and go hunt for my next ring?"
Yu Yuanzhen frowned impatiently. "You're asking me when you'll break through? Shouldn't you be the one who knows?"
"But isn't that right?" Yu Xiaogang protested. "Every time I train under you, you always sense it before I do when I'm about to advance."
Yu Yuanzhen gave him a look. "Who in this world can know themselves better than they themselves do? Tell me—do you know when you'll break through?"
Yu Xiaogang focused, feeling his own body carefully. After a long moment, he shrugged. "I… don't know."
Yu Yuanzhen fell silent.
"Enough. Get out of here. You're in my way," he said curtly, waving his son off.
A few days later…
Yu Xiaogang strutted down the sect's stone avenue, pride gleaming on his face. Compared to the hopeless young man he'd once been a decade ago, he was now a genuine rank twenty-nine Grandmaster—an "accomplished" soul master.
"With innate soul power of only 0.5 reaching rank twenty-nine, and two century spirit rings—hah! There's probably never been another genius like me in history! Truly, I, Yu Xiaogang, am a miracle." He grinned smugly to himself. "Everything I have today is thanks to my own perseverance and superior cultivation theories. There are no wasted spirits, only wasted people! Even with inferior talent, as long as I work harder than anyone else, I'll rise! If one effort won't do, then a hundred! If a hundred won't do, then a thousand! One day, I'll stand atop all of Douluo Continent!"
He said this aloud, brimming with confidence. The only problem was… he hadn't actually advanced in three years.
After reaching rank twenty-nine, he'd slammed into an invisible wall, unable to progress no matter how hard he trained. He'd asked his father countless times when he'd finally break through, only to be shouted out of the cultivation hall each time.
In Yu Xiaogang's view, the real issue was lack of resources—and lack of dedication from his father.
Triple the resources of a core disciple? Nowhere near enough! He should be getting five times, ten times! His father only devoted two hours a day and two layers of soul power to help him with cultivation—far too little. It should've been double that at least.
If his father had just given him what he deserved earlier, he'd already be a Soul King by now—Soul Emperor even!
Truly outrageous. His father was the one holding back his rise!
And what infuriated him even more was that his father had recently stopped helping him altogether. He hadn't shown up for soul power transfers in days!
Did his father no longer value his martial spirit—the Golden Holy Dragon bloodline? Could he not see that he, Yu Xiaogang, was the future of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? Once his spirit evolved into the Golden Holy Dragon, he would bring the clan to an unprecedented height!
Seething with resentment, Yu Xiaogang turned and stormed toward the main hall, intent on confronting his father.
But as he reached the council chamber, about to knock, he caught voices from inside—his father and second uncle, Yu Luomian.
"Brother," Yu Luomian was saying, "you have to admit your decision back then was a mistake. The amount of resources Xiao Gang consumes each month equals three elite disciples combined. That same amount could've nurtured four or five future Soul Douluo-level geniuses!"
He continued sharply, "You've spent ten years transferring your own soul power to him. Ten years! Back then, you were a rank ninety-three Title Douluo. And now, after all that effort—you're still rank ninety-three! If you'd used that energy to train yourself, you'd have already broken into Super Douluo, maybe even past ninety-five by now! Do you realize what that could've done for our sect? But instead, all that power, all those resources—wasted on Yu Xiaogang! And what do we have to show for it?"
"Nothing but a rank twenty-nine Grandmaster with two pathetic spirit abilities—both of which sound like someone passing gas! What a joke!"
Yu Yuanzhen sighed awkwardly. "You know… when Xiao Gang's spirit awakened, we all saw it. He had traces of the Golden Holy Dragon's evolution within his bloodline, so I…"
"So you hoped," Yu Luomian finished, "that through cultivation, that potential would awaken fully, and he would evolve into the Golden Holy Dragon."
Yu Yuanzhen nodded quietly.
"If he really had evolved," Yu Luomian went on coldly, "then it would've been worth every resource we spent. A Golden Holy Dragon martial soul user could have led our clan's glory for a hundred years—just as Tang Chen elevated the Clear Sky Sect. But tell me, brother, has he achieved that?"
"Three years at rank twenty-nine. You know by now why he can't break through. That's his limit, and you can't admit it. He's done. That's all he'll ever be."
Yu Luomian's tone turned mocking. "I remember when you asked him: would he be a dragon, or a pig? He bragged that he'd be a dragon, didn't he? Well, how's that working out now?"
The memory struck Yu Yuanzhen deeply. Back then, he had indeed given his son that choice. If Yu Xiaogang wanted to give up, he wouldn't have blamed him. If he had the will to become a dragon, Yu Yuanzhen would've given him everything. He had been proud of his son's conviction—proud that he'd chosen to fight against fate.
But now, decades later, the result was plain. Not a dragon. Not even close.
Instead, he had spent years, countless resources, and his own precious soul power raising not a dragon—but a fattened pig.
The Clear Sky Sect had Tang Chen, a legend of legends. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had Yu Xiaogang—rank twenty-nine, master of gas-powered skills.
Was it worth it?
Faced with Yu Luomian's harsh words, Yu Yuanzhen couldn't find it in himself to argue anymore. His silence—and the deep disappointment etched on his face—was answer enough.
(END CHAPTER)
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