Douluo: Yu Hao Pan Tang San

Chapter 293, Section 312: Alas, my martial soul is the Golden Sacred Dragon.

The theoretical master's question amused everyone present.

Everyone was laughing, and every now and then someone would say between laughs, "Hahaha, with this level of quality, how dare they put it on the same level as the consensus of other soul worlds? It's utterly ridiculous."

"There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. This statement probably refers to himself. He is the useless one who has dragged down the development of his own martial soul."

The video of the entire theoretical conference was made public through the Spirit Hall's memorial stone, which deepened the world's impression of Yu Xiaogang as a plagiarist.

Looking at the surrounding photographic stones, Yu Xiaogang knew his reputation was ruined. He didn't know how long he persisted until his proud work was found to have a 99% plagiarism rate.

The only two theories he proposed were: first, there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters; second, plant-type martial souls can absorb animal-type soul rings.

These two theories have become a joke.

Throughout the entire process, Yu Xiaogang had no recollection of how it ended. He spent the entire theoretical seminar in a daze until the conference concluded, at which point he rallied and regained his spirits.

He approached the masked woman and said, "I have fulfilled your request, so can you give me the Golden Dragon Fruit?"

"Here you go." The masked woman casually tossed the Golden Dragon Fruit to Yu Xiaogang, who hurriedly caught the divine fruit with both hands.

I finally got the Golden Dragon Fruit! Yu Xiaogang's heart trembled as he held the divine item in his hands, looking at it with disbelief in his eyes.

Thinking back to more than thirty years ago, it was because he did not take this immortal item in time that Yu Xiaomen snatched the opportunity from him, thus making him the Saint Dragon Douluo, Yu Xiaogang became anxious.

To prevent any accidents, Yu Xiaogang quickly picked up the celestial delicacy and put it in his mouth. However, a powerful pressure immediately pressed down on him, forcing Yu Xiaogang to prostrate himself on the ground.

"Take this celestial item I gave you without being in my presence or within my perception," the masked woman said coldly. "Otherwise, I will not be able to resist killing you."

"You...you want to kill me? Don't forget that you swore an oath to your martial spirit and the god you worship," Yu Xiaogang questioned.

The masked woman said, "We did swear an oath. We swore to give you the immortal items and not to take them from you, but our oath did not say that we could not kill you."

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“However, I’m in a good mood right now. Now that you’ve taken the celestial item, get out of here. Remember, the areas within the Papal Palace, the Hall of Offerings, and the Hall of Elders are all within my perception range. You’d better not take it within my perception range,” the masked woman said.

Yu Xiaogang smiled obsequiously, then turned and ran out. He needed to find a safe place to consume this celestial elixir.

Along the way, Yu Xiaogang was very happy but also became more vigilant. Last time, Qian Xunji had asked me to do the same thing, but he didn't swallow it on the spot and was intercepted by Yu Xiaomen. Would there be an accident this time as well?

Yu Xiaogang carefully hid the immortal item in his pocket so that no one could see it, and then quietly went to a small alley in Wuhun City.

Looking at the divine item, Yu Xiaogang didn't hesitate and swallowed it directly. Feeling the divine item enter his stomach, Yu Xiaogang finally felt relieved. Now that he had swallowed the divine item, he no longer needed to worry about it being taken away again.

Soon, Yu Xiaogang felt changes in his body.

He summoned Luo Sanpao, whose body expanded, and whose ears became like a pair of large palm-leaf fans, eventually transforming into the wings of a giant dragon. Luo Sanpao's true form then transformed into a golden dragon.

"Roar—" The golden holy dragon, having completed its complete transformation, let out a majestic roar, as if declaring its return to the world.

Living in the dragon's shadow, Yu Xiaogang gained a direct understanding of the Golden Sacred Dragon's power.

"It has evolved." Yu Xiaogang stood there blankly at first, then a surge of joy welled up in his heart, overwhelming his senses.

He thought about how he had suffered all sorts of grievances because his martial soul had mutated into the useless martial soul Luo Sanpao. For decades, he had been suppressing his emotions. In order to obtain this Golden Dragon Fruit, he was even forced by the Spirit Hall to deny his academic achievements and was falsely accused of plagiarism.

Now, his martial soul has finally evolved. It is no longer the useless martial soul Luo Sanpao, but the Golden Sacred Dragon, a super martial soul, the Golden Sacred Dragon. It is exclusive to Yu Xiaogang and does not require anyone else to cooperate in martial soul fusion.

Overwhelmed with joy, Yu Xiaogang suddenly let out a strange sound: "Eek, my martial soul is the Golden Sacred Dragon, the Golden Sacred Dragon, hehe." Instantly, Yu Xiaogang's mouth twisted and his eyes slanted with excitement, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. He ran around like a butterfly, his arms and body fluttering.

As Yu Xiaogang was running, he suddenly bumped into someone, who slapped him hard across the face, sending Yu Xiaogang spinning 365 degrees in the air before he fell to the ground, spitting out a large wad of phlegm before regaining his senses.

After regaining his senses, Yu Xiaogang dazedly sat up from the ground, touched his swollen face, and looked at the man.

"You've recovered."

"You are Lin Chen!" It took Yu Xiao a long time to finally recognize the other person's identity.

"Oh, it's rare that you, an old man, still recognize a nobody like me," Lin Chen teased.
Yu Xiaogang stood up, shook off the wrinkles in his clothes, raised his head arrogantly, looked down at Lin Chen, and said, "You are Lin Chen from the Starfire Team. As one of the participants, I naturally remember you."

"Then do you still remember my other identity?" Lin Chen asked.

"You have other identities?" Yu Xiaogang said arrogantly, "Aren't you just a Soul Master from a peasant background?"

"It seems you really do have a short memory," Lin Chen said sarcastically. "Indeed, after all, someone as insignificant as me is not worth remembering. Back then, I was just an experimental subject for your theory. After you used me, you pushed me straight into Shekou."

Lin Chen's words finally stirred up memories that Yu Xiaogang had long forgotten. He stared blankly at Lin Chen, remembering that there was such a person: "You are Lin Chen??"

"No, something's not right. Shouldn't your martial soul be Holy Spirit Grass? How come it's Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex? Wait, how come you have the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex martial soul?" At this moment, Yu Xiaogang finally realized that something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)