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

"Brother Xiao Heng!"

A clear, tender child's voice echoed throughout the side hall.

Under Yu Xiaogang's suddenly gloomy gaze, Liu Erlong buried her face in Yu Xiaoheng's arms, her small arms tightly wrapped around his waist.

"Thank you... thank you for bringing these things! My mother says you are a great benefactor to our family!"

Yu Xiaoheng was knocked back half a step by the sudden impact, but quickly regained his balance.

He looked down at the little head in his arms, and a huge weight was finally lifted from his heart.

Excitement surged through me like a tidal wave.

Finally... I found you!

He reached out and gently patted Liu Erlong's back, a gesture of composure and gentleness beyond his years.

There was no warmth in his eyes, only calculation and determination.

The Golden Triangle...

Flanders is far away, and his whereabouts are hard to find.

But you must be by my side!

This is the most important piece of the puzzle on my future path!

Yu Xiaogang, standing to the side, looked slightly unpleasant.

Why?

How could Yu Xiaoheng make such a lovely girl throw herself into his arms?

In what way am I not better than him!

Yu Yuanzhen's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He looked at the undisguised jealousy on Yu Xiaogang's face, and then glanced at his eldest son, who was holding Liu Erlong with a calm expression.

Ultimately, it's just a child's mentality.

"Since you brought this person back, you will be in charge of him from now on."

Yu Yuanzhen's voice was flat.

In his view, this was just another trivial matter of Yu Xiaoheng's "neglecting his duties," no different from the ways of merchants, and not worthy of being discussed openly.

He waved his hand, indicating that the matter should end there, and then turned and walked towards the inner hall.

A true dragon would never be distracted by such mundane matters.

Yu Xiaoheng nodded slightly, which was taken as an agreement.

He felt the warmth and complete trust emanating from the small body in his arms, and the blueprint he had been planning took its first stroke.

The days that followed became regular and fulfilling.

Before dawn, Yu Xiaoheng would appear in the courtyard, repeating the monotonous body tempering movements over and over again. Sweat quickly soaked his clothes, leaving dark marks on the bluestone slabs.

Liu Erlong sat obediently on the stone steps, a hard candy in her mouth, her big, dark eyes following his every move.

Chapter 4: Rare Herbs Arrive! Hope for a Explosive Increase in Innate Soul Power

The days passed by.

When Yu Xiaoheng finished his practice, Liu Erlong would run up to him like a little tail, stand on tiptoe, and clumsily wipe the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief that still smelled of milk.

"Brother Xiao Heng, your hands are getting stronger and stronger."

"Soon, yours will too."

Yu Xiaoheng would hold her little hand and patiently guide her to adopt the basic stance of the sect's boxing techniques.

He taught her to read, using his business ledgers, which others scorned.

He also taught her to identify herbs, explaining the characteristics and value of each plant in detail in the sect's herb garden.

This is not just teaching, but an investment, a form of domestication.

He wanted to bind this girl firmly to his war machine, making her the sharpest and most reliable weapon in his future plans.

Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Luo Sanpao.

Golden Holy Dragon.

Without any special advantages, he could only take the safest path. Through day after day of getting along, he cultivated a seamless understanding, laying the foundation for countless future Martial Soul fusions. Using a method akin to "muscle memory," he forcibly pushed that mutated Martial Soul toward its destined ultimate form—the Holy Dragon of Light.

Liu Erlong is the cornerstone.

Yu Xiaogang has seen this scene from a distance more than once.

Liu Erlong's smile, directed at Yu Xiaoheng, was like a series of sharp thorns piercing his heart.

Why?

I am the real genius, why can't she see me?

This idea grew wildly, like a poisonous weed.

One afternoon, Yu Xiaoheng was checking the accounts for the last batch of perfume shipments when a trusted steward hurried in.

"Young Master!"

The manager lowered his voice, his face beaming with barely suppressed excitement.

"Found it! The caravans traveling to and from the desert have sent back the news."

Yu Xiaoheng's pen stopped on the paper.

He raised his head.

"Dawn Grass, Dragon Pattern Grass?"

"All!"

"Buy them all."

“But the other party’s asking price…” The manager looked troubled.

“I’ll say it again,” Yu Xiaoheng said, “Buy them all, regardless of the cost.”

The steward felt a chill and immediately bowed.

"Yes, young master!"

After the steward left, Yu Xiaoheng slowly exhaled, and a genuine smile finally appeared on his lips.

Everything is ready.

Next, it’s time to wait.

A few more days passed.

Inside the sect's main hall, the light was bright and the atmosphere was solemn.

Dozens of direct descendants of Yu Xiaoheng and Yu Xiaogang, who are the same age as them, have already lined up here.

The Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony is imminent; this is the final test by the sect.

Yu Xiaogang stood at the very front of the group, his posture upright, his chin slightly raised, like a sharp sword about to be drawn.

The clansmen watching the ceremony whispered among themselves.

"Look at Young Master Gang's demeanor, he truly deserves to be called the prodigy of our sect."

"I heard that he can break a wooden stake as thick as a bowl with his physical strength alone!"

"He will surely become the future sect leader!"

At this moment, Yu Xiaoheng, holding Liu Erlong's hand, walked in unhurriedly.

In an instant, the direction of the discussion changed.

"Hmph, that young master's mind is entirely on those money-grubbing businesses, he doesn't resemble a soul master at all."

"And that wild girl beside him, an outsider of unknown origin, how is she allowed to stand here?"

"Spending all day with people like this is a disgrace to our main branch."

Despite the cacophony of sounds, Yu Xiaoheng remained oblivious, standing at the very end of the line, his gaze fixed on the sect elders on the high platform ahead.

On the high platform, a figure appeared silently.

Sect Master, Yu Yuanzhen.

He simply stood there, without releasing any soul power, and the noise in the entire hall instantly subsided, becoming so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Yu Yuanzhen's gaze slowly swept over the young faces below, his voice as steady as a booming bell.

"Five days from now will be the day your martial spirits awaken."

"After awakening, you will embark on the path of Soul Masters. Remember, your surname is Yu, and your Martial Soul is inherited from the most powerful beast Martial Soul on the continent—the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex!"

"The glory of our sect is your glory. The majesty of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex must not be tarnished!"

These few words ignited the passion of the young men present, making them stand tall with pride.

Changing his tone, Yu Yuanzhen's gaze fell on Yu Xiaogang, the leader of the team.

"Having bloodline but lacking learning skills is useless. Today, I will test your martial spirit skills."

He began, "Xiao Gang, tell me about the basic classifications and characteristics of martial spirits."

Yu Xiaogang stepped forward and said loudly, "Reporting to Father. There are countless martial souls, but they can be divided into two main categories: weapon martial souls and beast martial souls. Weapon martial souls come in various forms, with different focuses such as offense, defense, control, and support. As for the beast martial souls inherited by our sect, they are renowned for their powerful offensive capabilities and physical enhancement. The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex is the pinnacle of this type of martial soul, representing the pinnacle of offensive beast martial souls!"

He speaks clearly and logically.

The elders on the high platform, as well as the clansmen watching the ceremony, all wore approving smiles and nodded repeatedly.

He truly deserves to be called a genius on whom the sect places high hopes.

Yu Yuanzhen's expression remained unchanged, but his gaze swept past the crowd and landed on the figure at the end of the line, holding the little girl's hand.

"Yu Xiaoheng".