Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 204 Yu Xiaogang: The Youngest Title Douluo? The Beginning of the Story: Tang San's Good Fortune! (Bonus Chapter)
Holy Soul Village.

Tang San, who had just awakened his martial soul, ran all the way, his cloth shoes splashing up tiny water droplets as they stepped on the damp mud.

His heart was pounding, and the image of awakening two martial souls kept replaying in his mind.

However, he did not tell anyone, and instead suppressed the other martial soul that appeared in his left hand so as not to be exposed.

Soon, a creaking sound was heard.

Tang San had already pushed open the wooden door of the thatched hut. He stood at the door, panting, his face flushed from running.

At this moment, the room was dimly lit. Tang Hao was sitting on a wooden stool in the corner, holding an empty wine jug in his hand, staring blankly at the ground.

Hearing the noise, he slowly raised his head, a few drops of wine still clinging to his stubble-covered chin.

"dad!"

Tang San's voice was filled with undisguised excitement, "I've successfully awakened my martial soul!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao's brows twitched slightly. He then turned his gaze to Tang San and asked in a hoarse voice, "What martial soul?"

Tang San took a deep breath and extended his right hand.

Instantly, a slender blue silver grass appeared in the palm of his right hand, its leaves swaying gently and emitting a faint blue light.

But it wasn't over yet; he then stretched out his left hand.

Then a completely black hammer appeared.

The hammerhead is heavy, but the handle does not have the ancient patterns that are wrapped around it like the Haotian Hammer.

Upon seeing this, Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted.

Immediately, he stood up abruptly, his large, well-defined hand grabbing Tang San's right wrist. He glanced briefly at the hammer, then stared intently at the Blue Silver Grass.

A few seconds later, he released his grip, the shock in his eyes gradually turning into disappointment, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Heh... at most it's just a passable hammer-type martial soul."

Tang San was stunned.

Just now at the awakening ceremony, all the children only had one martial soul, but he had two. This must be very unique!
He thought his father would be proud of his twin martial souls, but Tang Hao's reaction was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.

"Dad, isn't this hammer... good?"

Tang Hao did not answer. After a long while, he murmured, "Never mind, the Clear Sky Hammer can't beat that guy anyway."

"Which guy?"

Tang San keenly sensed the unusual tone in his father's words and pressed, "Dad, who are you talking about?"

Tang Hao's shoulders tensed slightly, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head: "It's nothing."

Seeing that Tang Hao did not respond, Tang San looked down at his martial soul, puzzled, and felt a surge of resentment.

Tang Hao froze for a moment, looking at his son with a complicated expression.

He knew that look in his eyes all too well.

Immediately, Tang Hao thought to himself, since they are twin martial souls, then perhaps Tang San will have a chance to help him avenge his previous humiliation if the two martial souls are combined.
No matter how you look at it, this son has an advantage over him in terms of having an extra martial soul.

After a moment of silence, Tang Hao walked up to Tang San and placed his rough hand on Tang San's shoulder with such force that Tang San almost stumbled.

“Little San, there are work-study student spots in Holy Soul Village. I believe Village Chief Jack will try to secure one for you. Cherish it.” Tang Hao’s voice was hoarse but carried a hint of determination. “If you can succeed…”

Tang Hao suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence.

He stared at Tang San's face, as if he were seeing some distant scene through him.

Then, he sighed...

Tang San's martial soul is of ordinary quality. If he is to be nurtured into a talent, he will inevitably have to rely on the resources of the Clear Sky Sect in the future.

Therefore, it's good to let him hone his will in a small place like Notting College before that, so that he won't end up like I did back then, arrogant and conceited but ultimately defeated.

……

On the tree-lined path of Notting College, Yu Xiaogang walked slowly, his faded gray cloth robe swaying slightly in the wind.

In his hand, he was still clutching the book "Ten Core Theories of Martial Soul".

The cheerful laughter from the academy drifted in from afar, but it seemed completely out of place for him.

Suddenly, the voices of two teachers nearby drifted into his ears: "Have you heard? The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has produced a genius disciple who became a Title Douluo at the age of thirty-three!"

Thirty-three years old? That's incredible!

Compared to the original story where Tang Hao killed the Pope of the Spirit Hall, causing the Clear Sky Sect, the number one sect on the continent, to go into seclusion, the news of Yu Xiaolie becoming a Title Douluo at the age of 33, while shocking, did not spread as widely.

Furthermore, given that Notting College is located in a remote area, it is not surprising that the teachers at Notting College are only talking about it now. Moreover, as the news has been passed around by word of mouth, the specific details have become somewhat vague, not to mention that some people have doubts about the authenticity of the news.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang abruptly stopped in his tracks, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Immediately afterward, Yu Xiaozhen's spirited face appeared in his mind.

Did this younger brother grow up so fast by relying on family resources?
Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang unconsciously clenched his fists, not even noticing that his nails were digging deep into his palms.

At that moment, it felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest.

He was unwilling to accept it. He was clearly the eldest son, but he was abandoned by the family because of his mutated martial soul, while Yu Xiaozhen was entitled to enjoy the best cultivation resources...

"I heard his name is Yu Xiaolie," the teacher continued.

Yu Xiaogang's body trembled violently, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Yu Xiaolie? That guy with the same useless martial soul as me, Luo Sanpao?

Are you kidding me? Luo Sanpao's martial soul can be cultivated to the level of a Title Douluo?
Yu Xiaogang turned around almost instinctively, interrupting the other person in a sharp voice, and corrected him sternly:

"His name isn't Yu Xiaolie, it's Yu Xiaozhen!"

The two teachers were startled and looked at the usually taciturn theoretical master with suspicion.

One of them frowned and asked, "How did you know?"

Yu Xiaogang's breathing became rapid, and his cheeks flushed with excitement:
"What do you know about the Blue Lightning Sect? Nobody knows the Blue Lightning Sect better than me!"

His voice carried a hint of madness, as if he were trying to prove something.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them.

The two teachers exchanged a strange look, one of them muttered "crazy" and then quickly walked away.

Yu Xiaogang was left standing there, feeling as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his head.

He was still thinking about his younger brother, Yu Xiaozhen!

Why...

Having been away from the sect for so many years, has the gap between me and Yu Xiaozhen become so vast that it's insurmountable?
Yu Xiaogang grew angrier the more he thought about it. He was clearly the eldest son, yet Yu Xiaozhen had taken away his eldest grandson's cultivation resources.

He clearly possesses the theory to cultivate top-tier Soul Masters, so why does everyone only care about Soul Power Level?

At this point, Yu Xiaogang was almost insane, desperately needing a student to prove his status as a theoretical master.

Just then, a noisy argument broke out at the main gate of the college.

Immediately, Yu Xiaogang frowned and subconsciously walked towards the source of the sound.

From afar, one could see an elderly man with white hair, leaning on a cane, arguing heatedly with the gatekeeper.

Behind the old man was a thin boy with patched clothes, but his eyes were unusually bright.

"A Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul? And innate full Soul Power? That's laughable, it's utterly ridiculous. I've been a gatekeeper at the academy for four years, and I've never heard of a student with innate full Soul Power."

Old Jack was so angry that his beard trembled, and he pounded his cane on the ground with a loud thud.

"What did you say?"

Tang San was the first to lose his temper, thinking, "If a scholar can tolerate this, then what cannot?"

Immediately, he got into a fight with the two gatekeepers.

Strangely, a six-year-old boy easily defeated the two gatekeepers and stood there without changing his expression.

Yu Xiaogang watched from afar, inwardly marveling: What amazing skills!
With this talent in martial arts, he might one day be able to trample Yu Xiaolie under his feet!
Considering what the gatekeeper just said, this person was born with full soul power, his talent for cultivation is truly remarkable!
Immediately, he made up his mind: he must take this person as his personal student today!

As he walked forward, lost in thought, little did Yu Xiaogang know that he was fortunate to have arrived in time.

Otherwise, the poor doorman of Notting Academy would have been killed by the hidden weapons of the other world.

(End of this chapter)