Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, Allows Me to Defy Fate

Even the qualification to become a Soul Master is a luxury.

Will I ever be able to break through level 30 in this lifetime?

Why!

Why is it that, despite being twin brothers and both having mutated martial souls, he shines brightly while I... am destined to fall into an abyss!

"Ho..."

His eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly raised his fist and slammed it hard on the hard bluestone ground beneath his feet with all his might!

boom--!

The joints collided with the stone slab, leaving a bloody mess.

But he felt no pain; only a violent thought exploded in his mind.

"Luo...Luo"

A round, pig-like purple creature came closer, rubbing cautiously against his leg and making soft whimpering noises.

His only martial spirit.

It is also a symbol of his shame.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes twisted as he looked at Luo Sanpao, who was approaching.

He slapped her hard across the face.

"roll!"

"Waaah..."

Luo Sanpao was slapped so hard he rolled several times and crashed into a stone pillar in the distance, letting out a painful whimper.

But it just shook its head sadly, and once again looked pitiful, limping, trying to get closer to Yu Xiaogang.

Just then.

Several figures walked through the frenzied crowd and into a corner.

Yu Xiaogang raised his head and, through his blurry vision, saw several familiar faces—members of the sect.

Are they... here to comfort me?

"Young Master Gang..."

The man spoke.

"It's all your fault!"

Yu Xiaogang was suddenly stunned.

The tribesman pointed at him.

"If it weren't for the fact that we are twins, our bloodlines wouldn't be tainted!"

"Young Master Heng's talent is likely to be even greater! Perhaps even surpassing that of his ancestors!"

"It was you! You good-for-nothing, you ruined the young master! You ruined the sect!"

"How could such a disgraceful thing as you have appeared in our sect!"

"puff--!"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the bluestone slab in front of him, the crimson color glaringly bright.

An elderly figure pushed through the crowd and walked in.

He is an elder of a sect.

He looked at Yu Xiaogang, who was lying on the ground, barely breathing, with a complicated expression in his eyes.

There is compassion and pity.

More than anything, there was frustration at their perceived lack of progress, and... a deep-seated resentment.

"Enough! Xiao Gang is also the sect leader's son. Shut up."

This little incident went unnoticed by anyone.

On the training ground, a hearty laugh rang out as Ning Zhenyuan, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, pushed through the crowd and strode over.

"Haha, Young Master Heng, you truly are a prodigy! Your future achievements are limitless!"

With a flick of his wrist, an exquisite jade box appeared out of thin air and was handed to Yu Xiaoheng.

"It's our first meeting, so this is just a small gift, nothing more."

The jade box was opened, revealing three spiritual herbs that shimmered with the light of dawn, resembling carvings of white jade, and two crimson Ganoderma lucidum herbs that resembled dragon scales and exuded a faint bloody aura, lying quietly inside.

"Three Dawn Grasses and two Dragon Blood Mushrooms!"

Among the crowd, an elder who knew its value exclaimed in surprise.

Ning Zhenyuan took out a slightly smaller jade box and handed it to Liu Erlong beside him, his smile unchanged.

"The Second Dragon Girl's Fire Dragon Martial Soul is also top-notch. This Crimson Flame Flower is a small token of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's appreciation."

Yu Xiaoheng's heart stirred slightly.

Dawn Grass... Dragon Blood Mushroom...

These were rare medicinal herbs that he had previously struggled to acquire despite spending a great deal of money and using his connections in his business dealings. He only managed to obtain them by sheer luck.

But now, Ning Zhenyuan casually gave away five portions.

Tang Wei, the sect leader of Haotian Sect, nodded.

They also brought their own congratulatory gifts.

It was a ring with an antique design.

"The Soul Guidance Device Ancient Heart Ring has an internal space of nearly one hundred cubic meters."

Tang Wei's words were concise and to the point.

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hiss--!

Gasps of shock rose and fell.

If Ning Zhenyuan's herbs are valuable, then this soul tool is undoubtedly a strategic resource that is priceless and unavailable!

Yu Xiaoheng was stunned.

Is this the world of geniuses?

Is this the treatment that the heirs of top sects should receive?

Once upon a time, in order to avoid the fate of having only 0.5 level innate soul power, he had to work hard to earn money and use drugs to assist his cultivation.

Now, he has only shown his talent, and the whole world is showing him the kindest smile.

The herbs I once longed for, I got them so easily...?

So many still?

Yu Yuanzhen's powerful voice rang in his ears.

"Take it, Heng'er."

"Don't worry, the sect can give you more than you can give!"

Yu Xiaoheng took a deep breath, suppressing the myriad thoughts in his mind.

The muscles at the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, eventually forming a bright smile.

Full of vigor and ambition, young man achieving success, nothing more!

Only at that moment did he truly realize who he was.

The young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan, one of the three upper sects!

The heir of the most prestigious family on this continent!

With such talent, he has already reached the top of the world!

Just then, a gentle voice rang out.

The Pope of the Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji.

"Sect Master Yu, Sect Master Ning and Sect Master Tang have both sent generous gifts, so our Spirit Hall naturally cannot be stingy."

He looked at Yu Xiaoheng with a gentle smile.

"However, the Spirit Hall can also provide what they offer. How about this, Xiao Heng, you name your terms. I'll grant you anything I can do."

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

A promise from the Pope!

Bibi Dong, standing in the crowd, had a pair of big eyes that sparkled with excitement and pure joy as she vigorously clenched her small fist.

"Congratulations, Brother Xiaoheng!"

The child's voice was tender and full of genuine joy.

Yu Xiaoheng's gaze followed the sound.

The smile on his face slowly froze.

On Bibi Dong's fair and delicate cheek, a clear red five-finger mark was so glaring.

Yu Xiaoheng fell silent.

The fervent passion that had just ignited in his heart was suddenly doused with a bucket of cold water.

He had intended to ask Qian Xunji for some rare medicinal herbs that were treasured by the Spirit Hall.

But now...

He looked at the handprint on Bibi Dong's face, then at the gentle-smiling man beside her.

Yu Xiaoheng spoke.