Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

"Xue'er," Qian Xunji finally spoke, his voice hoarse, "There's something I've always wanted to tell you."

Qian Renxue raised her head and looked at her father.

Qian Xunji's eyes were filled with complex emotions—guilt, pain, helplessness, and an indescribable feeling.

She had never seen her father with such an expression.

"It's about your mother."

Qian Xunji paused, as if using a great deal of strength to utter the word, "About Bibi Dong."

Qian Renxue's fingers tightened slightly.

Bibi Dong, her mother, was the former Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, the second person in the continent in a hundred years to possess twin martial souls, and the number one genius on the continent.

Chapter 179 Jade Anus

Soto City Junior Soul Master Academy is located on a dilapidated street in the east of the city. The walls are so low that you can climb over them to get in. A large patch of paint has peeled off the gate, revealing the grayish-white wood underneath.

A crooked plaque hung above the door, bearing the words "Soto City Junior Soul Master Academy," the characters so blurred they were almost illegible.

Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow, and the signboard would creak and groan, as if it might fall off at any moment.

Yu Xiaogang has lived here for several years. He is nominally an honorary advisor to the college, but in reality, he just freeloads.

He teaches a class every two weeks, which is about martial spirit theory. Very few students attend, sometimes only two or three.

The dean, surnamed Ma, was a Soul King in his fifties. His attitude towards Yu Xiaogang was quite subtle—he looked down on Yu's strength but couldn't bear to part with his reputation in martial soul theory.

After all, Yu Xiaogang was once an honorary elder of the Spirit Hall and had written several papers that were somewhat famous in the spirit master world.

Dean Ma didn't actually understand a single one of those papers, but they were supposedly good stuff, and that was enough.

Yu Xiaogang's room was in the westernmost corner of the college, right next to the wall, and there was a stinking ditch outside the window.

In the summer, there are so many mosquitoes that you could carry a person away.

He doesn't care.

He only cared about two things—the manuscript and the wine.

The manuscript was the culmination of his life's work, and alcohol was his remedy for escaping reality.

Sometimes when he couldn't write anything, he would drink, drinking until he was completely drunk and unconscious.

When I woke up the next day, I had a splitting headache. I continued writing, but when I couldn't write anything, I continued drinking.

That afternoon, the weather was so hot and humid it felt like it was going to cook you alive.

The stench from the ditch wafted up in waves, and flies buzzed around the window frames.

Yu Xiaogang was dozing off on the table, drooling all over his hand, soaking a manuscript that he had only written half a page on.

He drank quite a bit yesterday and is still feeling dizzy and his temples are throbbing.

In a daze, he had a dream. In the dream, there was the majestic mountain gate of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, the martial arts training ground where he practiced as a child, and his father Yu Yuanzhen's eternally stern and indifferent face.

In his dream, he wanted to shout, but no sound came out; it felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from afar, crunching and creaking on the gravel path of the college.

The sound grew closer and more urgent, interspersed with several distorted shouts.

"Mr. Yu! Mr. Yu!"

Yu Xiaogang frowned in her dream, but did not wake up.

"Mr. Yu! Something terrible has happened!"

The screams grew louder, with an almost hysterical sharpness, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Yu Xiaogang mumbled something, turned her face away, and continued sleeping.

A fly on the table was startled by his movement, buzzed up, circled twice, and then landed back in its original spot.

The door was suddenly pushed open and slammed against the wall with a bang, causing plaster to flake off the wall.

The person who rushed in was a young teacher from the college, surnamed Liu, about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. He was short and thin, like a bamboo pole. He usually wore black-rimmed glasses and spoke in a soft voice. He was quite polite to Yu Xiaogang.

His face was flushed, his eyes were wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, and his forehead was covered in sweat, which was running down his nose.

He was clutching a crumpled piece of paper in his hand, one corner of which was already soaked with sweat, as if it had been peeled off from a notice board on the wall.

"Mr. Yu! Mr. Yu!" Teacher Liu gasped for breath, her voice trembling. "Wake up! Something terrible has happened!"

Yu Xiaogang finally moved.

He struggled to lift his head, his eyes half-open and half-closed, with eye discharge still clinging to them.

He yawned, his mouth wide open, revealing a few yellowed teeth, then slowly rubbed his eyes and looked at the person who had barged in.

"What happened?" His voice was hoarse and languid, carrying a strong smell of morning grumpiness and alcohol. "Is the academy on fire? Or has Dean Ma finally decided to kick me out?"

"No! None of those!" Teacher Liu strode to the table in three quick steps, slammed the paper onto the surface with such force that even the ink bottle on the table jumped.

A few drops of ink splashed onto the scattered manuscripts, spreading into black blotches. "Look at this! Look at this!"

Yu Xiaogang glanced down at the paper, then looked up at Teacher Liu's face, which was contorted with excitement, and slowly yawned again.

"What's in such a hurry? Where did the Spirit Hall post a notice again? Or did someone win the lottery?"

He stretched out a hand and slowly pulled the paper in front of him, his movements as lazy as a cat sunbathing.

Teacher Liu was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet, her boots making a thumping sound on the brick floor.

"Don't just stand there watching! This is a huge event! The entire continent is in an uproar!"

Yu Xiaogang ignored him and squinted at the paper.

It was an announcement issued by the Spirit Hall, using the standard official document format, with the Spirit Hall's emblem—the outline of a six-winged angel—printed at the top, and a large, bright red seal below.

The words on the announcement were densely packed, and although the ink was somewhat blurred, they were still barely legible.

His gaze swept across the first line, initially casually, then gradually freezing, as if it had suddenly stopped on a particular line of text.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan has been convicted of crimes such as colluding with evil spirit masters, oppressing the people, and attacking branches of the Spirit Hall. After trial by the Supreme Court of the Spirit Hall, the evidence is conclusive and the crimes are heinous. They are now to be eradicated in accordance with the law..."

Yu Xiaogang stared intently at those few lines of text, her eyes unmoving.

His expression remained that same languid weariness, but his eyes had stopped moving, and his pupils were slightly dilated, as if he were looking at something he could never understand.

"...Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen was executed, Grand Elder Yu Luomian was executed, and Supreme Elder Yu Tianxiao was executed."

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family is hereby officially removed from the three major clans on the continent, effective immediately.

All remaining criminals will be apprehended and brought to justice, and severely punished according to the law.

Anyone who harbors or protects a criminal shall be punished as an accomplice.

So be it.

Yu Xiaogang stared at the announcement for a long time.

His hands began to tremble, first his fingers trembled slightly, then his whole palm shook, making the paper rustle loudly.

His lips began to tremble, his upper and lower lips like two people frozen in winter, touching and separating, separating and touching again, but he couldn't utter a single word.

His eyes began to redden, the red slowly seeping out from the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, as if someone had sprinkled chili powder into them.

Teacher Liu was startled when she saw him like this.

Just a moment ago, he was languid, but in the blink of an eye, he seemed to have had his soul stolen away. He froze there, and the color drained from his face, turning it grayish-white, as if he had been plastered with a layer of lime.

Teacher Liu took a half step back, her voice unconsciously lowering, carrying a cautious, tentative tone.

"Mr. Yu... Mr. Yu, are you alright?"

Chapter 180 Bad News

He paused, then cautiously added, "Do you know anyone from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex?"

Yu Xiaogang did not answer.

Of course he knew the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, because he was one of them, a member of the Yu family, the good-for-nothing who had been expelled from the family, stripped of his surname, and forgotten by everyone.

He remembers that day vividly, every detail etched into his bones, as if branded with a red-hot iron.

How old was he that year?

When the martial spirit awakened, the entire family gathered in the square to watch.

Every child of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family awakens a Dragon Martial Soul, or at least a sub-dragon species, each with an imposing aura and radiating lightning.

When it was his turn, everyone craned their necks, waiting to see what kind of powerful martial spirit Yu Yuanzhen's son would awaken.

He stretched out his hand, and a cloud of pink mist appeared in his palm. When the mist dissipated, a round, chubby little pig appeared in front of him, grunting and rooting at the ground.

The pig was entirely pink, with a round belly like a ball, short and thick legs, and a tail curled into a circle.

The deacon in charge of the test was stunned for a long time. He asked him to try a second and a third time, but it was the same thing every time—this stupid pig was summoned.

Finally, the deacon announced with an extremely complicated expression that his martial soul was Luo Sanpao, a boar, which was not only not a dragon species, but also the most useless of all ordinary beast martial souls.

At that moment, the square was first deathly silent, then erupted into a chorus of suppressed whispers.

The whispers were like ten thousand ants, crawling into his ears, up his veins, and into every part of his body, gnawing at him in every corner.

He saw his father Yu Yuanzhen's face, a face that was already stern, but at that moment it became like a cold stone, devoid of anger, disappointment, or any expression.

That empty, emotionless expression terrified him more than any anger or disappointment.

He later learned that his father was not expressionless; rather, in that brief moment, he had already decided to completely erase him from the family.

A good-for-nothing son, not worth wasting any emotions on.

He was stripped of his surname Yu and sent to a remote courtyard on the outskirts of the family. No one came to teach him cultivation, no one spoke to him, and even the servants who brought him food ignored him.

He was like a crumpled piece of waste paper, carelessly tossed into a corner, left to be slowly covered by dust and cobwebs.

He tried to rebel and prove himself. He cultivated desperately and used every method to improve his soul power, but Luo Sanpao was like a lazy pig that couldn't be helped. No matter how hard he tried, he made no progress.

Finally, one day, he gave up, left his family, and wandered to the mainland, becoming a vagrant whom no one knew and no one cared about.

He hates his family.