Chapter 39: Xiaomen's Elbow Against Xiaogang
Clutching the sect token, Yu Xiaogang ran down the mountain sobbing, glancing back at the towering gates of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect with eyes full of hatred.
Just wait. One day, I, Xiaogang, will make my name known across the world. On that day, all who ever looked down on me will pay the price.
But as he turned his head forward—bam! A sharp elbow smashed into his stomach.
"Ah!" Xiaogang yelped in pain as the blow knocked him rolling.
"Brother Xiaogang!" came a mocking voice he despised—Yu Xiaomen's. "Oops, I didn't see it was you. My mistake."
Yu Xiaomen extended a hand, lifting him up with feigned concern.
"You did that on purpose!" Xiaogang wheezed, clutching his aching chest.
Instead of denying it, Yu Xiaomen's hand flashed, smacking him so hard across the face he spun sideways.
"You—" Xiaogang glared, holding his swollen cheek.
"Yes, I did it on purpose. What are you gonna do about it?" Yu Xiaomen flexed his fingers and stepped closer, a sneer pulling at his lips.
"You—you're not pretending anymore?" Xiaogang gasped, trembling, scooting backward across the ground.
"Pretend? Why would I bother? Look around—just the two of us."
With a burst of speed, Yu Xiaomen vanished from sight—only to reappear before Xiaogang in an instant, slapping him again square across the other side of his face for perfect symmetry.
"Sanpao, help me!" Xiaogang summoned his martial spirit. With a flash, his mutated spirit appeared—Fat Swine Luo Sanpao—and Xiaogang took comfort hiding behind it.
"Hahaha! That ridiculous beast of yours still makes me laugh every time." Yu Xiaomen half transformed, his body scaling over with draconic power. At rank forty-six, subduing a farting pig spirit was child's play.
Xiaogang's face twisted between anger and panic. "You still hate me over that old incident, don't you? Is that it? You're going to kill me here? Fine then! First spirit skill—Fart Like Thunder, Earth-Shaking Luo Sanpao!"
Luo Sanpao's spirit ring flared.
"Killing you?" Yu Xiaomen sneered. Before Luo Sanpao could unleash the attack, his dragon claw seized the pig and hoisted it by the belly. Luo Sanpao's frightened snorts filled the air as Yu Xiaomen aimed its rear toward Xiaogang.
A tremendous pfffft! filled the forest as a yellow, choking wave of stink blasted into Xiaogang's face.
"Cough—ack—ugh—it stinks!" he gagged, eyes watering as the stink cloud enveloped him.
Through the dense smog, Yu Xiaomen's figure loomed.
"Before my martial spirit awakened, I honestly wanted to kill you," he said coldly. "But afterward, I realized—revenge doesn't have to mean death."
"When I first saw your spirit awaken as the Golden Holy Dragon, I panicked. But then it mutated into a pig… oh, how I laughed. You can't imagine the joy it gave me."
"Yu Xiaogang, I'm going to let you live. Live and watch me rise beyond you. For you, rank twenty-nine is the end. Stand tall, right here—and watch my back as I walk away. Watch me until I'm so far out of sight you'll never see me again."
With that, Yu Xiaomen turned and left.
His mocking words kept echoing in Xiaogang's mind. This life, you'll stand forever at rank twenty-nine!
As the stench finally dispersed, Luo Sanpao waddled up, nudging its master affectionately, squealing softly.
Xiaogang's eyes burned red. His fists clenched, veins pulsing on his temples. He struck the creature again and again, ignoring the spiritual backlash pounding his own soul.
Between blows he shouted through gritted teeth, "Why… why did you mutate into Luo Sanpao?! It's your fault I became a failure! You ruined my future! Give me back my Golden Holy Dragon—GIVE IT BACK!"
Luo Sanpao squealed pitifully under his fists until Xiaogang himself could no longer bear the spiritual recoil tearing through his body. Panting heavily, he stopped.
He glared toward the mountain, eyes murderous. "Yu Xiaomen! The world turns—thirty years east of the river, thirty years west! Don't look down on a poor youth! Letting me live will be the greatest mistake of your life. One day, I'll return to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect with my awakened Golden Holy Dragon spirit—and take back everything that's mine!"
Leaving behind that furious declaration, Xiaogang gathered his bruised pig spirit and stumbled down the mountain road.
Spirit Hall, Worship Hall
The elders who had consumed the immortal herbs provided by Qian Renxue had gained tremendous progress in their cultivation.
Second Worshiper Golden Crocodile Douluo had not yet reached the Limit realm, but his stagnant bottleneck had clearly begun to loosen.
"Xue'er," he said, "thank you for the immortal herbs. I feel rejuvenated—after all these years, my bottleneck is loosening. Give me ten years, and I'll step into the Limit realm."
"Congratulations, Grandpa Tian'e," Qian Renxue said warmly. In her previous life, this same man had sacrificed himself to save hers.
Among the Worship Hall masters, the Lion Douluo and Azure Luan Douluo both advanced to rank ninety-eight, while the ninety-sixth-ranked Lightfeather Douluo reached ninety-seven. Additionally, two new powerful Worshipers joined their ranks: Qian Jun and Jiang Mo.
"Are you sure it's wise to waste such treasures on us old men?" Golden Crocodile Douluo asked humbly.
Qian Renxue smiled. "Even the greatest talents need time to grow. Once Tang San is born, he'll rise to godhood in merely twenty years. We don't have that long. It's better to strengthen what we already have."
Moments later, Lightfeather Douluo entered leading a group of Soul Sages and Soul Douluo-level experts.
Qian Renxue immediately recognized several of them—Soul Sages such as Shi Xue, She Long, and Ling Yuan… and Soul Douluos Yue Guan, Gui Mei, Xiong Ju, and Ying Lie.
Among them were also two representatives from the Lower Four Sects: Hu Yanzhen, the sect master of the Elephant Armored Clan, and Tuo Bax i, the young successor of the Holy Dragon Clan.
Hu Yanzhen had nearly reached Soul Douluo rank, and Tuo Bax i—though still young—already stood at level seventy-five. In the original timeline, he too would one day become a Title Douluo.
These prodigies represented the future of Spirit Hall's strength—the next generation who would one day rival the heroes of Tang San's era.
To become a Title Douluo was to stand at the pinnacle of the age's talent. Only monsters like Tang San stood apart.
Before the gathered elders, the group knelt on one knee. "We greet the honored Worshipers!"
Standing at the forefront, Qian Renxue stepped forward and declared,
"I've gathered you all here to grant you a rare opportunity."
As she spoke, beams of light rose from her soul tool, revealing a dazzling collection of glowing herbs—immortal treasures suspended in midair before the astonished crowd.
(END CHAPTER)
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