Douluo: Yu Hao Pan Tang San

Chapter 22: Soul Power, Level 22

"Soul power, level three."

"Level three! This loser has only cultivated to level three in three years. It's ridiculous."

"Note that these three levels are not the three levels of Soul Sect or Soul King, but the three levels of Soul Warrior. You advance one level per year."

"Ah, this piece of trash has brought shame to the family. The dignified Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen actually gave birth to such a thing."

"It's not that the Sect Master is incompetent, it's that this loser is incompetent. Look at the Sect Master's other son, born to a concubine. He is the most talented person in our sect and has the greatest hope of breaking through the seal. In three years, he has already become a 19th-level spirit master, which can be considered as not bringing shame to the Sect Master."

"This guy isn't even a Soul Master. How dare he accept the resources of a core disciple, and three of them at that? If these resources were given to me, I would have upgraded to a Soul King long ago."

"That's right, he has a father who is the clan leader."

"If the Sect Master wasn't his father, this kind of trash would have been driven out of the sect long ago and left to fend for himself. How could he have the chance to eat and drink for free in the sect?"

Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan, Resource Pavilion. A man with a flat head walked into the Resource Pavilion, despite the mocking voices of everyone around him.

"Give me three core disciple resources." Yu Xiaogang said.

The elder was displeased, but looking at the Sect Master's Order in Yu Xiaogang's hand, he had no choice but to hand over three core disciple resources to Yu Xiaogang. Yu Xiaogang expressionlessly stored the cultivation resources into his soul guide, then turned and left.

After Yu Xiaogang left, the elder murmured, "I don't know what the Sect Master is thinking. What value does he have to be cultivated like this? Even if the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Sect has more resources, it can't be wasted like this."

After leaving the Resource Pavilion, Yu Xiaogang was met with another round of ridicule.

"Oh, isn't this Xiaogang's cousin? He's gone to collect resources again, three portions, that's so many. Whoever sees it can get a share. Do you want to give some to us brothers?" Yu Xiaoke came towards him.

Yu Xiaogang quickly covered his soul guide and said, "Impossible! This is my cultivation resource. Don't forget the consequences of stealing my resources. If you try to steal them again, I will definitely tell my father and have him punish you."

Hearing this, a hint of murderous intent flashed in Yu Xiaoke's eyes. He suddenly rushed to Yu Xiaogang and hit him hard in the chest with an elbow, knocking him to the ground.

"Ouch——" Yu Xiaogang let out a scream.

Yu Xiaomen quickly stepped aside, helped Yu Xiaogang up, and then accused Yu Xiaoke, "Why are you so careless? You don't even look at your eyes when you walk. You accidentally bumped into my brother. Why don't you apologize quickly?"

Yu Xiaoke quickly apologized, "Cousin Xiaogang, I'm so sorry. I accidentally bumped into you just now. Are you okay? I didn't mean it."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were red. He shook off the hypocritical Yu Xiaomen beside him, stood up, pointed at Yu Xiaoke and said, "You farted, you obviously did it on purpose. You deliberately elbowed me, and everyone around saw it. I must tell my father and let him punish you." Yu Xiaoke asked the people around him, "Did you all see that? I just bumped into Yu Xiaogang by accident."

Yu Xiaozhu said, "Yes, we all saw it. It was Yu Xiaogang who took the initiative to hit your elbow with his body."

Yu Xiaoren said, "Yu Xiaogang was blind and took the initiative to bump into someone's elbow."

"Right, right, right. After three years of training, he's still in such a bad shape. He falls down at the slightest touch. He's truly a loser."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were red, his fists were clenched tightly, and he glared fiercely at all the people around him who were laughing at him: "You, you, you..."

Everyone around was stunned at this moment. Could it be that Yu Xiaogang had been bullied so badly that he wanted to fight them to the death? Although anyone present could easily trample Yu Xiaogang underfoot, he was, after all, the biological son of the clan leader, Yu Yuanzhen. If he was beaten up, it would be difficult to explain. What if this kid went to complain again?
Just when everyone was in a dilemma, Yu Xiaogang suddenly covered his crying face with his hands, turned around and ran away. Everyone present was stunned. So, he ran away again?

……

night.

"Damn it, damn it." Yu Xiaogang vented his frustration as his body soaked in the expensive body-building medicine. Before he was six years old, every disciple in the sect would address him respectfully as "Young Master Xiaogang." Yu Xiaoke, Yu Xiaozhu, and Yu Xiaoren, to curry favor with him, bullied Yu Xiaomen daily. But after his spirit awakened, everything turned upside down.

To curry favor with that bastard Yu Xiaomen, they desperately bullied me and robbed me of my resources. Is this the difference in treatment due to the difference in talent? Why, God, why? Why did you allow that bastard Yu Xiaomen to have a level 9.5 innate soul power, while I, a Golden Holy Dragon soul master, degenerate into a Luo Sanpao? Why?

“Ahhhhh——” His skin began to hurt a little, and Yu Xiaogang couldn’t stand it anymore. He got up from the bathtub.

After a long rest, the body-building medicine in the bathtub had lost some of its potency due to time. Yu Xiaogang entered the bathtub again to soak. After about three times, he poured out the medicine and replaced it with a new one.

Others could usually soak in a portion of liquid medicine for two or three hours. However, Yu Xiaogang's body was delicate, and he couldn't stand even the slightest pain, so he only spent half an hour training before throwing it away. Others could absorb over 80% of the medicinal effect, but Yu Xiaogang, due to his delicate body, only absorbed less than 30%.

Yu Xiaogang's physical disadvantages left him feeling hopeless. It took him three months to reach the first level; a year to reach the second; and a year and a half to reach the third. The further he progressed, the harder it became to improve, his soul power rising at a snail's pace.

This was just a Soul Master. The higher the level, the slower the upgrade. In the end, Yu Xiaogang wasn't even sure if he could reach level 10 and become a Soul Master.

Thinking of this hopeless future, Yu Xiaogang's heart was filled with resentment. He gritted his teeth and said, "No, I don't want to be an ordinary person. I must become a Soul Master, a Great Soul Master, a Soul Master, a Soul Master. I must improve my strength at all costs. If one resource is not enough, then two; if two is not enough, then three; if three is not enough, then four, five."

Seeing his peers all reaching the level of Spirit Master and obtaining their first Spirit Ring, while he himself was labeled as a loser, Yu Xiaogang's heart had long been twisted. He didn't care about the sect, he only cared about himself and how to get rid of the title of loser.

"I'll go find my father later and ask for two more resources for training next month, otherwise the level increase will still be too slow."

(End of this chapter)