Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 370 Yu Xiaogang: My Master's fame isn't even as high as Luo Sanpao's?

At the very same instant that the Dragon Emperor's roar, which pierced the heavens and earth, resounded through the clouds—

It is thousands of miles away, in the far north.

Shui Bing'er was sitting cross-legged in the center of the cold jade bed, her eyes closed, her body surrounded by a thick, light blue soul power.

As requested by Yu Xiaolie, she is currently meditating to consolidate her foundation under the protection of the Tianshui Phoenix Clan and A Yin.

Suddenly, her heart clenched as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand. The sudden feeling of suffocation made her face turn deathly pale, and she found it extremely difficult to breathe.

She instinctively covered her chest, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Bing'er, what's wrong with you?"

The elders of the Phoenix Clan immediately noticed her abnormality and hurriedly stepped forward to help her up. "What happened? Could it be that the soul ring has backfired?"

Ah Yin quickly stepped forward, her Blue Silver Grass swiftly wrapping around Shui Bing'er's wrist. Sensing the intense agitation of her soul power, she discovered that the agitation did not originate from her soul ring, but rather from a deeper level of her bloodline:
"No, it's an external force triggering a bloodline surge!"

Shui Bing'er opened her mouth, but no sound came out. The throbbing and pressure from the depths of her blood made her weak all over.

What shocked her even more was that the martial spirit within her body burst forth on its own, completely beyond her control!

A deep blue light surged from her body, and the icy chill instantly caused the temperature of the warm palace to plummet, causing a thin layer of frost to condense on the ground.

To the astonishment of Ah Yin and the elders, Shui Bing'er's body was enveloped in light. The next moment, a magnificent, icy holy dragon, its entire body constructed of crystalline ice and possessing beautiful, flowing lines, proudly appeared in the hall.

It raised its head, facing the distant horizon outside the window, and let out a clear, resonant dragon roar filled with awe and submission!

At the same time, in Tianshui City, at Tianshui Academy.

Yu Linglong and Yu Tianlin were also caught off guard and felt a strong palpitation and chest tightness.

"Tianlin! Linglong! What happened to you two? Don't scare Grandma!"

Grandma Shui immediately patted the child's back in a fluster, her voice trembling slightly.

However, an astonishing scene unfolded.

At almost the same time, strong soul power fluctuations erupted from Yu Tianlin and Yu Linglong!
The Thunderous Sacred Dragon and the Mysterious Heavenly Sacred Dragon appeared simultaneously, both letting out a dragon roar into the distance.

And those sacred dragon statues, scattered throughout towns and villages across the mainland and worshipped by countless people, also underwent a strange transformation at this moment.

The central square of Tiandou City, the capital of the Tiandou Empire.

Beneath the largest white jade holy dragon statue, a large number of people and low-level soul masters still gathered to pray and make offerings.

The setting sun cast a golden glow on the statue, making it appear sacred and solemn.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "Look! The statue... the statue is moving!"

Everyone looked over at the sound and saw that the huge white jade statue was indeed trembling rapidly with a very slight amplitude!

The surface of the statue, especially the gemstones inlaid in the dragon's eyes and the scales that have been rubbed smooth, actually emitted a hazy, soft, yet continuous faint light!
"A miracle! This is a miracle!" An elderly man with white hair trembled with excitement and knelt down before the statue, tears welling in his eyes. "The holy dragon has appeared! It heard our prayers!"

"A divine omen! This is an incredibly auspicious sign!" someone shouted.

As if in a chain reaction, hundreds and thousands of people and soul masters in the square prostrated themselves on the ground one after another, worshipping the glowing and trembling holy dragon statue. Every face was filled with fanaticism, awe and piety.

At the edge of this frenzied crowd of worshippers, a middle-aged man in a gray robe with a slightly thin face was frowning and looking at it all with indifference.

He was Yu Xiaogang, who came to Tiandou City under the guise of academic exchange at the Limestone Academy to give a lecture on "The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul".

He unconsciously clenched the manuscript on martial spirit theory in his sleeve, glanced at the excited, kneeling crowd, pursed his lips, and muttered to himself:
"Ignorance! Foolishness! It's just a resonance phenomenon caused by some special energy fluctuation. What divine omen? A bunch of people who don't understand theoretical knowledge, with backward thinking..." His lectures were deserted, but here, hundreds and thousands of people knelt down to worship because a statue inexplicably shook a few times. This made him feel very uncomfortable. He had a sense of superiority that he was the only one who was sober in a world of drunks, but more than that, he felt an indescribable bitterness and sense of incompatibility.

However, before he could finish his internal monologue, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, his heart began to pound wildly, and his breathing became extremely difficult, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Uh..." Yu Xiaogang clutched his chest in discomfort, bent over, and veins throbbing on his forehead. "W-what happened?"

What terrified him even more happened.

His weak soul power began to operate uncontrollably, and a purple light surged out of his body uncontrollably!
"Roar—Roar—"

With two strange yet powerful roars, a round-bodied, pale purple martial spirit—Luo Sanpao—landed at Yu Xiaogang's feet. —It actually appeared on its own!
"Sanpao! What are you doing!" Yu Xiaogang was both shocked and anxious, his face turning bright red instantly. He tried desperately to take back the unruly martial spirit, but found it was all in vain!
Its short legs stood firmly on the ground, its round body swelled up slightly as if it had been inflated, and its skin even had a very faint, almost imperceptible golden halo.

It raised its large forehead, its small eyes wide open, and roared with all its might, in the direction from which the invisible pressure from the sky was coming:
"Roar—Roar—!!"

The shout sounded particularly abrupt and comical in this square filled with devout worship and silent reverence.

However, this comical scene instantly attracted the attention of everyone around.

The kneeling crowd and the soul masters turned around in astonishment.

When they saw Luo Sanpao, who was "roaring" at the sky at Yu Xiaogang's feet, they were stunned at first, and then their eyes blazed with a light even more intense than when they saw the statue glowing!
"Dragon cub! Look! It's the embryo of a holy dragon!" A young soul master excitedly pointed at Luo Sanpao and shouted.

"Sir! May I ask what form your esteemed dragon cub martial soul will evolve into in the future? Will it be a Holy Dragon of Light or a Holy Dragon of Thunder?"

People immediately gathered around, asking questions all at once, their eyes filled with admiration and curiosity.

Yu Xiaogang was surrounded by the crowd, looking at their fervent admiration for Luo Sanpao, and then at the deserted atmosphere of his own lecture.

Despite his status as a renowned theoretical master being ignored, Luo Sanpao, a mutated and useless martial soul, is adored by everyone.

I felt a little annoyed.

Does he feel that his own reputation as a master is not as well-known and popular as his "Luo Sanpao" (a famous Chinese comedian)?

"I am a master of theory, this is just my mutated martial soul Luo Sanpao, not some kind of Holy Dragon embryo!" Yu Xiaogang tried to steer everyone's attention toward his status as a master.

However, he did not notice that Luo Sanpao was whimpering twice in grievance.

Upon hearing this, the people's expressions of admiration instantly turned into doubt and confusion.

"Master? I've never heard of such a person..."

"A mutated martial soul? Impossible, this is clearly a dragon cub martial soul..."

"Exactly! Look at how it responded to the Holy Dragon's omen. It must have dragon blood flowing through its veins. How could it possibly be a useless martial soul?"

"That's right, this is a universally acknowledged rare martial soul that, if cultivated correctly, has the potential to evolve into a true holy dragon! May I ask, Master, are you unaware of this?"

Every word was like a slap in the face, landing hard on Yu Xiaogang's cheek.

His lifelong research into theories went unnoticed, yet everyone knew everything about what he considered a "useless martial spirit," even better than he did.

“You…you all…” Yu Xiaogang trembled with anger. He looked at the growing crowd around him and their “how could you be so ignorant” looks. He was overwhelmed by a huge sense of humiliation.

He disregarded everything else and used all his strength to almost drag Luo Sanpao, who refused to go back and was still sobbing in grievance.

He squeezed his way out of the crowd, looking disheveled, muttering incoherently:

"Disgraceful! Utterly disgraceful! Get out of here! Get out of here!"

(End of this chapter)