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

This wealth should have belonged to the whole world, to these top powers.

Why should Blue Lightning be allowed to monopolize it?

"Our alliance is based on mutual benefit."

Prince Tiandou spoke in a sinister tone:

"Since the previous allocation of shares is not enough to satisfy everyone's appetite, let's tear it up."

"Exterminate the sect."

The two words he uttered were light and airy, yet carried a bloody stench.

Tang Wei stood up, placed his hands on the table, and looked around at everyone:

"From the moment Yu Xiaoheng was forced to his death, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has been irreconcilably at odds with us."

"They're not making any moves right now because they can't win."

"If some monster emerges from that sect in the future, or if Yu Yuanzhen launches a desperate counterattack, we will be the ones who suffer."

"To cut the weeds, you must pull them out by the roots."

"This operation will leave no survivors."

“Even those from collateral branches, even those commoner soul masters who depend on them, kill them all.”

"That wealth, those resources, and the soul bone of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex..."

Tang Wei stretched out his hand and made a grasping motion in the air.

"They're all ours."

Everyone present exchanged glances, and they all saw the agreement in each other's eyes.

No one raised any objection.

No one thought it was cruel.

In the face of enormous profits, human lives are nothing more than a number.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan must be eliminated.

The meeting ended quickly.

The group left one after another, disappearing into the night.

They need to gather Soul Masters, prepare armor, and stockpile healing medicine.

Martial Soul City. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's headquarters.

The candlelight was dim, casting shadows on the wall like ghostly figures.

The desk was piled high with thick stacks of files.

Yu Xiaogang sat behind the table, a newly delivered intelligence report in his hand, his brows furrowed. His fingers were not as long and strong as Yu Xiaoheng's; from years of reading ancient books, his fingertips were calloused.

"Xiao Gang, take a break."

Liu Erlong brought in a cup of hot tea and placed it on the corner of the table.

Several years ago, the relationship between Liu Erlong and Yu Xiaogang improved considerably.

Yu Xiaogang was no longer eyeing Liu Erlong.

The fiery gaze he once had was gone. Even when alone late at night, he would only ever talk about the sect's defenses, the training of Soul Masters, and how to gain more benefits in the competition.

Yu Xiaogang didn't move, his voice calm:

"File this list of iron ore purchases for Gengjin City. Also, inform Yu Qingshan to check the training grounds again tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll go."

Liu Erlong turned and left.

Yu Xiaogang didn't even raise his head.

He refocused his attention on the intelligence reports in his hands.

This observation lasted for half an hour.

These intelligence reports came from different sources, and some were even fragmented pieces of information purchased at great expense from the black market.

At first glance, they seem unrelated.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has recently been buying up large quantities of hemostatic herbs and soul-restoring pills at a 30% premium.

Although the Haotian Sect has closed its mountain, its affiliated blacksmith association suddenly stopped accepting orders this month, and the whereabouts of all the refined iron ore are unknown.

Several border legions of the Star Luo Empire are moving north under the guise of "exercises".

There are also royal retainers from Tiandou City who have been frequently visiting various subordinate sects lately.

Everything is moving.

It's like a giant net, silently tightening.

Yu Xiaogang stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window was the bustling night view of Wuhun City, but he felt a chill run down his spine.

The fact that so many forces are mobilizing resources simultaneously and doing so so secretly could not possibly be aimed at the Spirit Hall—that would be suicidal.

It's also unlikely that it's for the sake of starting a war between two great empires—that would have caused a much bigger commotion, rather than simply stockpiling resources and consolidating troops as it is now.

If you eliminate all the impossibilities, the remaining answer, no matter how absurd, is the truth.

Their target is the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan.

My older brother is dead.

The sect is now like a piece of fat meat, and everyone wants to take a bite.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, returned to the table, and spread out a special piece of letter paper.

He picked up his pen, and the tip flew across the paper.

There was no lengthy explanation, only a few words:

"Major powers are making unusual moves, hoarding resources with the intention of war. Their target may be our sect. Make a decision quickly. Do not reply."

After finishing writing, he took out a seal from his pocket, stamped it, rolled up the letter, and stuffed it into a small metal cylinder.

He summoned his trusted confidant and sent out the secret letter.

After finishing all this, Yu Xiaogang rubbed his temples wearily.

"Dong dong dong."

There was another knock on the door.

This time, the sound was very soft and very careful.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open a crack, and a girl in a light blue dress peeked in.

The girl was pretty, not stunningly beautiful, but she had a very comfortable quality, like a clear mountain spring. She held a food box in her hands and looked at Yu Xiaogang timidly.

"Brother Gang, I made you lotus seed soup."

Upon seeing the person who arrived, Yu Xiaogang's previously tense facial features softened.

"It's Wan'er."

Lin Wan'er.

This is the girl he "picked up" two years ago.

She was alone at the time and was almost harassed by a group of thugs, but Yu Xiaogang saved her. From then on, the girl followed him around and wouldn't leave no matter what he did.

Lin Wan'er walked into the house, placed the food box on the table, ladled out a bowl of steaming lotus seed soup, and handed it to Yu Xiaogang with both hands.

"Brother Gang, drink it while it's hot."

Yu Xiaogang took the bowl, took a sip, and found the sweetness to be just right.

Lin Wan'er stood to the side, looking at the dark circles under Yu Xiaogang's eyes, and pouted:

"Those people are really annoying."

Yu Xiaogang put down his bowl: "Who?"

"It's those gossipy people outside," Lin Wan'er said angrily. "I went to the kitchen just now and overheard some disciples from another sect talking. They said... that you were imitating that deceased young master."

"They say your style of dress is like his, your manner of doing things is like his, and even the tone of your voice is imitating his."

"They also said that you are just a 'second Yu Xiaoheng' and will forever live in his shadow."

Lin Wan'er grew angrier as she spoke, her face turning bright red:

"What do they know! Brother Gang is Brother Gang. You have your talent, and your 'Luo Bu Hui' martial soul is so powerful. How are you any worse than that dead man?"

"In my heart, you are a million times better than that Yu Xiaoheng! You are the best man and the best person to me."

After speaking, seemingly realizing that her words were a bit too blunt, Lin Wan'er lowered her head and twisted the hem of her clothes with both hands.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the girl in front of him who was wholeheartedly protecting him.

He reached out and gently touched Lin Wan'er's hair.

"People can say whatever they want."

"As long as you understand me, that's enough."

Lin Wan'er raised her head, her eyes sparkling, and nodded vigorously:

"Yes! I will always stay with Brother Gang."

"Alright, it's getting late, you should go back and rest," Yu Xiaogang said gently.

"Then you should go to sleep early too, Brother Gang, don't overwork yourself."

Lin Wan'er obediently packed up the food box and left the study, looking back every few steps.

"Click".

The door closed.