Douluo Continent: Transmigrating into Qian Xunji, Tang San is Tang San's Daughter

The heavy stone door to the secret chamber was slowly pushed open.

The moment she heard the noise, the malice and ambition in Bibi Dong's eyes receded like the tide.

Instead, he wore a timid expression, tinged with a mixture of surprise and admiration after his breakthrough.

Ning Zhen and the young Ning Fengzhi walked in with smiles on their faces.

"Dong'er, how are you feeling? Did the absorption of your first spirit ring go smoothly?"

Ning Zhen strode to the front of the formation, his eyes filled with concern.

Bibi Dong immediately stood up, naturally jogged over, and called out in a soft, sweet voice:

"Uncle Ning, Dong'er succeeded. Thank you, Uncle Ning, for finding me the spirit ring. I've never felt so much power in my body before."

Seeing the little girl's eyes filled with trust and gratitude, Ning Zhen laughed heartily and patted her head with satisfaction.

"Good, good boy! It's good that you succeeded."

Remember this: from now on, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will be your home. Here, there will be an endless supply of spiritual herbs and inexhaustible resources.

"As long as you're willing to work hard, Uncle Ning guarantees you'll become the brightest star on this continent!"

"Yes, Dong'er will definitely work hard to cultivate and protect Uncle Ning, Brother Fengzhi, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School when he grows up."

Bibi Dong nodded vigorously, her confident and innocent demeanor practically proclaiming the word "loyalty" on her forehead.

Ning Fengzhi, standing to the side, also had a gentle smile on his face, looking at his younger sister with unlimited potential, and was increasingly satisfied.

The father and son exchanged a glance and both saw the smile in each other's eyes.

Qian Xunji, that idiot, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School made a killing this time!

……

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away from Tiandou City, at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan...

Inside the room, a young man of about eleven or twelve years old, with a somewhat thin face and sunken eyes, sat slumped at the desk with lifeless eyes.

He held a tattered copy of "A First Look at Mutant Martial Souls" in his hands, but his eyes were empty and unfocused.

At his feet lay a strange creature that looked like a pig or a dog, covered in short, pale purple fur, fast asleep and snoring loudly.

It was Yu Xiaogang in his youth, and his mutated, useless martial spirit—Luo Sanpao.

"well……"

Yu Xiaogang put down his book and let out a long, extremely melancholy sigh.

His fellow disciples in the sect were all mocking him, and even the servants looked at him with pity.

"Am I, Yu Xiaogang, the son of the dignified leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, destined to be a good-for-nothing for life?"

Yu Xiaogang clutched his hair in anguish, sinking into extreme self-doubt and depression.

"Bang!"

Just then, the courtyard gate was kicked open by a violent force of lightning.

"Xiao Gang, Xiao Gang, you get out here right now!"

Yu Yuanzhen, like an old lion, stormed into the room. He had just returned to the sect from Wuhun City and, without even having a sip of water, went straight to the courtyard of this good-for-nothing son whom he usually wouldn't even glance at.

"Father?" Yu Xiaogang was startled and quickly stood up, instinctively pulling Luo Sanpao behind him as a shield. "You... why are you here?"

Yu Yuanzhen grabbed Yu Xiaogang's shoulder, trembling with excitement. Blue arcs of electricity crackled on his body, making Yu Xiaogang wince in pain.

"Xiao Gang, there's hope! Your martial spirit can be saved!"

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was as loud as thunder.

"Although I didn't manage to snatch that genius with twin martial souls when I went to Wuhun City this time, that old fox Qian Xunji personally told me a huge secret."

"The Pope of the Spirit Hall? Qian Xunji?" Yu Xiaogang was stunned. What could that pope possibly have to do with him?

"Yes, that's him!"

Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath and repeated Qian Xunji's original words, word by word:

"His Holiness the Pope himself confirmed that your martial soul is not a useless martial soul at all, but an extremely rare 'benign mutation'."

"It's because the mutation process lacked sufficient energy support, causing it to stall midway. Once you find suitable rare and precious materials and theoretical support, your three cannons will transform you into a dragon!"

boom--

These words were like a lightning bolt from ten thousand years ago striking Yu Xiaogang directly on the top of his head!

Benign mutation?

Lack of energy support?

Yu Xiaogang's previously lifeless pupils instantly contracted violently, and his body trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted.

He looked down at Luo Sanpao, who was trembling with fear at his feet, and his eyes instantly turned red, with large tears welling up without warning.

"Benign mutation... So that's how it is, so that's how it is!"

"I knew it. How could I, Yu Xiaogang, be a piece of trash?"

My theory is correct; there are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters! I just haven't found the right method yet!

If Qian Xunji were here, he'd laugh his teeth out; Yu Xiaogang would be a complete waste. But Luo Sanpao might be a different story.

Yu Xiaogang's mind was in a state of extreme excitement at this moment, during this darkest period when he was looked down upon by everyone.

The Pope's affirmation was like pulling him straight from the deepest hell to heaven!

That's the Pope, the most powerful person on the entire continent who possesses the most core secrets.

Even he said he was a benign mutation, even he affirmed his own potential.

"A true soulmate... Your Holiness the Pope, you are truly the greatest soulmate of my life!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes filled with tears, and in his heart, he had already unilaterally regarded the white-haired man he had never met as his spiritual mentor.

At this moment, Qian Xunji's lofty and aloof image seemed even more majestic to him than his own father.

Looking at his son, who had regained his vitality and was even somewhat manic, Yu Yuanzhen felt a little embarrassed, but also relieved.

"Xiao Gang, calm down! Qian Xunji said that to fix the flaws in your martial soul, you need massive resources and the most advanced theories on mutated martial souls. In this regard, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is the most knowledgeable in the world!"

Yu Yuanzhen made the final decision:

"Get ready, in a few days I'll swallow my pride and take you first to thank the Pope, then I'll personally take you to Qibao City to find that old bastard Ning Zhen to cooperate with!"

However, to Yu Yuanzhen's surprise, Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his inner elation, and his eyes became incredibly profound and wise.

He straightened his faded collar, put his hands behind his back, and struck his future signature "master" pose—chin slightly raised, eyes gazing up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

"Father, wait a moment."

Yu Xiaogang's voice became deep and magnetic, as if he had transformed in an instant from a depressed young man into a theoretical master who had seen through the vicissitudes of life.

"Although my soul power is weak, I, Yu Xiaogang, must not disgrace the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in front of Sect Master Ning, nor can I fail... His Holiness the Pope's high expectations of me!"

Yu Xiaogang turned around, his gaze fixed intently on the tattered books filling the room:

"Before that, I need to go into seclusion and thoroughly study all the ancient books and theories about martial soul mutation in our sect's library!"

"I will bring the most comprehensive theoretical knowledge to meet the Pope, to knock on the door of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and to let them see whether I, Yu Xiaogang, am truly a peerless genius!"

Looking at his son, who suddenly seemed to have been injected with adrenaline and possessed by a savior, Yu Yuanzhen was stunned for a long time before finally managing to utter:

"Good, that's ambitious! The library is now fully open to you; you can look at it for as long as you want!"

Yu Yuanzhen left satisfied.

Inside the room, Yu Xiaogang looked at the sunset on the horizon, a confident smile curving his lips. Even Luo Sanpao at his feet barked proudly twice.

"Just you wait, world."

"My name, Yu Xiaogang, the Grandmaster, will one day resound throughout the entire Douluo Continent!"