"Soul power, level three."
"Level three, this loser has only cultivated to level three in three years, it's ridiculous."
"Note, this level three is not the level three of Soul Sect or Soul King, but the level three of Soul Warrior, one level per year."
"Alas, this loser has lost the face of the family. The dignified Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen actually gave birth to such a thing."
"It's not that the sect master is not good enough, but this loser is not good enough. Otherwise, look at the sect master's other son, who was born to his concubine, but he is the most talented and has the greatest hope of breaking through the title in our sect. In three years, he is now a level 19 soul master, which can be regarded as not embarrassing the sect master."
"This guy is not even a soul master, how can he have the face to receive the resources of the core disciples, and three shares at that. If these resources were given to me, I would have been upgraded to Soul King long ago."
"That's right, who made him have a sect master father."
"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 Sect, Resource Pavilion. A short-haired man walked into the Resource Pavilion amid the mockery 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 put the cultivation resources into the soul guide with an expressionless face, then turned around and left.
After Yu Xiaogang left, the elder murmured, "I don't know what the sect master thinks. What value does he have to be cultivated like this? Even if the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Sect has more resources, it can't be wasted like this."
After leaving the Resource Pavilion, Yu Xiaogang was ridiculed again.
"Oh, isn't this Xiaogang's cousin? He's going to collect resources again. Three, so many. Everyone who sees it gets a share. Do you want to share some with us brothers?" Yu Xiaoke walked towards him.
Yu Xiaogang quickly covered his soul guide and said, "Impossible, this is my cultivation resource. Don't forget the consequences of robbing my resources. If you rob again, I will tell my father and let him punish you."
Hearing this, Yu Xiaoke's eyes flashed with anger, and he suddenly rushed to Yu Xiaogang, elbowed Yu Xiaogang in the chest, and knocked him to the ground.
"Ouch--" Yu Xiaogang screamed.
Yu Xiaomen quickly stepped out from the side, helped Yu Xiaogang up, and then accused Yu Xiaoke, "How could you be so careless? You didn't even keep your eyes open when you walked. You accidentally bumped into my brother. Why don't you apologize?"
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're talking nonsense. You obviously did it on purpose. You deliberately pushed me with your elbow, 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 it? I just accidentally bumped into Yu Xiaogang."
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, "It was Yu Xiaogang who didn't have eyes and took the initiative to hit someone's elbow."
"Yes, yes, yes, he has practiced for three years, but with this body, he fell down with a slight touch. He is really a waste."
Yu Xiaogang's eyes were red, his fists were clenched tightly, and he stared fiercely at all the people around him who laughed at him: "You, you, you..."
The people around him were stunned at this moment. Could it be that Yu Xiaogang was bullied so badly that he wanted to fight them to the death? Although anyone present could easily step on Yu Xiaogang, he was the son of the sect master Yu Yuanzhen after all. If he was beaten, it would be difficult to explain. What if this kid ran to complain again?
Just when everyone was in a dilemma, Yu Xiaogang suddenly covered his crying face with both hands, turned his head and ran away. Everyone present was stunned. So, he ran away again?
...
At night.
"Damn it, damn it." Yu Xiaogang's body was soaked in the expensive body-building medicine, venting his dissatisfaction. Before he was six years old, all the disciples of the sect would call him "Young Master Xiaogang". Yu Xiaoke, Yu Xiaozhu, Yu Xiaoren, and others bullied Yu Xiaomen every day to curry favor with him. But after his martial soul awakened, everything turned around.
In order to curry favor with that bastard Yu Xiaomen, they desperately bullied him and robbed his resources. Is this the change in treatment brought about by the difference in talent? Why, God, why? Why did you let that bastard Yu Xiaomen have a 9.5-level innate soul power, while I, who is obviously a soul master of the Golden Holy Dragon, degenerated into Luo Sanpao? Why——
"Ahhhh——" His skin began to hurt a little, and Yu Xiaogang couldn't stand it anymore, so he got up from the bathtub.
After resting for a long time, the body-building medicine in the bathtub had lost some of its medicinal power due to time. Yu Xiaogang entered it again to soak. After about three times, this part of the body-building medicine was poured out by Yu Xiaogang, and a new portion of the medicine was replaced.
Others can usually soak in a portion of the medicine for two or three hours. But Yu Xiaogang's body is relatively delicate, and he can't stand the slightest pain, so he poured it out after only half an hour of body building. Others can absorb more than 80% of the medicine power, but Yu Xiaogang, because of his weak body, can only absorb less than 30% of the medicine power.
The disadvantage of physical fitness made Yu Xiaogang feel desperate. It took him three months to practice to the first level; it took him a year to practice to the second level; it took him a year and a half to practice to the third level. The more he practiced, the more difficult it was to improve, and the improvement of soul power was slower than the climbing of a snail.
This is just a soul warrior. The higher the level, the slower the upgrade. In the end, Yu Xiaogang was not even sure whether he could reach level ten and become a soul master.
Thinking of this desperate future, Yu Xiaogang's heart was full of unwillingness. He gnashed 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, and a soul ancestor. I must improve my strength at all costs. If one resource is not enough, then two; if two are not enough, then three; if three are not enough, then four or five."
Seeing that his peers have all reached the level of soul masters and obtained their first soul rings, while he has become a waste in the eyes of others, Yu Xiaogang's heart has long been twisted. He doesn't care about the sect, he only cares about himself and how to get rid of the title of waste.
"I'll go to my father later and ask for two more resources next month to practice, otherwise the level will still be too slow to improve."
(End of this chapter)