Chapter 111:Yu Xiaogang is displaced.
Yu Zhentian slowly took a step forward, his gaze falling on Yu Xiaolie like lightning.
His aged yet powerful hand rested on Yu Xiaolie's shoulder.
A powerful surge of soul energy, like a floodgate bursting open, flowed through Yu Xiaolie's meridians and permeated his entire body.
He carefully controlled the power of his soul force, after all, he was a titled Douluo.
But he discovered that Yu Xiaolie's body was invisibly resisting the soul power he was releasing.
It wasn't as fragile as he thought.
After his soul power entered Yu Xiaolie's meridians, his momentum gradually slowed down, as if he were stuck in reinforced concrete, extremely sluggish.
A moment later, a look of shock appeared on his face, and his expression became complicated.
I couldn't help but sigh:
Unexpectedly, this grandson, who was never favored, possessed a level of purity and resilience in his meridians that even he had to admire.
After a long while, Yu Zhentian removed his hand from Yu Xiaolie's shoulder, his eyes deep in thought, and asked:
"How did you cultivate such physical strength...?"
"Also, besides the Ice Dragon and the Earth Dragon, what else have you awakened?"
As expected of my great-grandfather, he even managed to detect the strength that he hadn't shown in front of everyone.
Yu Xiaolie replied calmly, "And the Black Nether Holy Dragon."
Second Grandfather stepped forward and asked, "Hasn't the power of thunder awakened?"
Yu Xiaolie shook his head.
Yu Zhentian and Yu Yuanhai exchanged a glance, an incredulous look flashing in their eyes.
Indeed, during the years Yu Xiaolie was away, apart from his second soul ring having a slight lightning attribute, he had never come into contact with lightning energy.
After a pause, Yu Zhentian asked:
"Xiao Lie, can you tell me what you've been through in these past seven years?"
He was very curious as to why, despite having the same martial soul, Yu Xiaogang had become a useless person while Yu Xiaolie had evolved to this level.
Could this serve as a reference for formulating cultivation methods for future disciples of the Blue Lightning Sect?
Yu Xiaolie looked at the two octogenarians in front of him, his expression calm and composed, and replied:
"Grandpa, my experience is unique and cannot be replicated."
"You brought me here, presumably for special training. The past is the past, so let's think about what to do next."
Upon hearing this, the great-grandfather did not deliver his usual stern reprimand.
Instead, his expression became somewhat obsequious, and he nodded repeatedly with a smile:
"Yes, yes, you're right."
"You brat," Second Grandfather chuckled, scolding Yu Xiaolie, then asked curiously:
"However, there's something I'm puzzled about: why is Dugu Bo so protective of you?"
After saying that, the two elderly people looked at Yu Xiaolie with great curiosity.
"Because I helped him break through to the Title Douluo level," Yu Xiaolie said truthfully.
His tone was calm, as if he were recounting a trivial matter.
The two elders, Yu Zhentian and Yu Yuanhai, both looked on in shock.
They simply couldn't believe that Yu Xiaolie had done Dugu Bo such a great favor.
It's important to know that countless Soul Douluos across the world are stuck at the bottleneck of Title Douluo, unable to break through it in their entire lives.
My second grandfather was like that.
Yu Xiaolie took out a jade box from his bosom.
The door slowly opened, revealing a pill with nine inscriptions inside, half of which was wrapped in luxurious cloth.
This was made by him many years ago from various immortal herbs at the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire.
"This is a breakthrough pill, and its effects are quite obvious. After taking it, it can help you break through your current bottleneck."
Yu Xiaolie handed the jade box to his second grandfather and said:
"Second Grandfather, here you go. Take this and refine it slowly. It can help you break through the bottleneck of Title Douluo as soon as possible."
Grandpa's expression was complicated as he excitedly accepted the gift with both hands.
He's been stuck at level 89 in Contra for many years.
My biggest wish now is to break through the barrier and become a Title Douluo.
Now, having received such an opportunity from his grandnephew, he was at a loss for words.
Yu Zhentian watched in a daze, having been stuck at level 95 for who knows how many years.
Unfortunately, Yu Xiaolie didn't consider his share.
Yu Zhentian placed his aged hand on the rugged rocks, looking at Yu Xiaolie.
After a long silence, his regretful expression softened, and he continued:
"I abdicated so early, handing over the position of sect leader to your father."
The purpose is to cultivate in seclusion here and break through to the peak Douluo level as soon as possible.
"Xiao Lie, from now on, you'll stay here with me and cultivate diligently."
You should know that a peak Douluo is a sect's trump card.
Starting from level 95, the difficulty doubles with each level increase, and the strength also changes dramatically.
Therefore, from the perspective of the sect, for the older generation like them, retirement and seclusion are the most important things.
Yu Xiaolie looked at the mountains shrouded in lightning and nodded.
His display of strength at the sect's grand ceremony during the day may have already attracted the attention of various factions across the continent.
Grandpa has now chosen to hide him in the back mountain for secluded cultivation.
Firstly, it can ensure his safety; secondly, it provides him with this unique cultivation environment and guidance.
Once Yu Xiaolie emerges from seclusion, he will surely become a powerful and influential figure.
...
Time flies, and five years have passed in the blink of an eye.
A biting wind howled, and withered yellow leaves drifted haphazardly through the air.
A ragged, somewhat thin man walked slowly toward Wuhun City.
His steps were heavy, his head was bowed, and his eyes looked dull and lifeless, as if he had not eaten for many days.
If someone were to get a closer look at him, they would discover...
He was none other than Yu Xiaogang, who had left the sect five years ago.
Five years have long since worn away his pride and perseverance.
His face looked much more weathered than before; his skin had become rough and yellowish, his eye sockets were sunken, his cheekbones were prominent, and he had a stubble beard.
My lips were a little chapped from not eating for so long.
The once magnificent robes that symbolized the direct descendants of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan have been transformed into a worn-out coarse linen garment; to the uninitiated, it might be mistaken for a brand-new design.
Yu Xiaogang gave a bitter smile.
When he left the sect, he tried to seek refuge with his second uncle, Yu Luomian.
At that time, there was a guy named Zhu Si in the camp who was extremely excited when he saw his martial spirit.
"Your martial spirit is extraordinary; it reminds me of an old friend."
Yu Xiaolie still remembers Zhu Si's excited expression at that time.
Unexpectedly, for some reason, Zhu Si's attitude towards him changed 180 degrees in their subsequent interactions.
From initial enthusiasm, it turned into extreme disgust, and they stopped interacting with me.
Yu Xiaogang really couldn't understand what he had done wrong.
With nothing to do at the camp, he would often go to his second uncle's office to find him.
What surprised him even more was that he only visited Yu Luomian less than four times a week before being kicked out by him with a look of disgust on his face.
Before leaving, he only said one earnest sentence:
"Xiao Gang, although you and I were both treated coldly in our families and left in anger."
But you... if only you could be like Xiao Lie...
"Sigh, never mind, you can go. If the camp foreman finds out, he'll hold me accountable."
Yu Xiaogang couldn't understand why his second uncle was so afraid of him appearing in the office.
He was kicked out of the camp, covered in dust, and wandered for several more years.
Of the gold soul coins Yao'er gave him, half were used to make a living, and the other half were stolen by bandit soul masters.
He did consider resisting, but the difference in strength between the two sides was too great. With just a contemptuous wave of his hand, the other party knocked him to the ground and had no choice but to obediently hand over all the money.
For the past five years, he could only survive by taking on low-level Soul Master missions.
He looks down on jobs that are too low-level.
As a Soul Master, he was unable to find a place to stay because his Soul Power was too low.
This has led to him still being homeless and living a nomadic life.
Let alone cultivation, even the most basic needs like food and clothing are a problem.
They eat irregularly, sometimes one meal a day, sometimes not.
Hunger, exhaustion, humiliation... these have long become commonplace.
He has no idea where he is now; he's on a road, and all he knows is to keep walking forward.
In a daze.
Let's take it one step at a time.
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