Heaven Dou Imperial Academy
The corridors of Heaven Dou Imperial Academy dorms were quiet at night.
Moonlight spilled in through tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished stone floor. Yu Tianheng had just finished calming his turbulent emotions and entered his room when his instincts suddenly screamed danger.
At the end of the room, a shadow leaned casually against the window frame.
Yu Tianheng's pupils shrank.
Almost reflexively, his martial soul surged forth.
Roar—
Blue lightning crackled violently across his body as the phantom image of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon manifested behind him.
"Who's there?" Yu Tianheng barked.
The shadow shifted slightly. Under the moonlight, a familiar face was revealed.
Yu Tianheng froze. The dragon phantom dissipated instantly, lightning fading as though it had never existed.
"Brother…?" Yu Tianheng stammered, disbelief written all over his face.
Standing before him was Yu Ming. The current Young Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Yu Ming straightened, pushing himself off the window frame. His tall figure carried a natural sense of pressure. His smile was wide, revealing his teeth, but it wasn't entirely warm.
"My good brother," Yu Ming said with a grin, spreading his arms slightly. "I apologize for coming so late."
He stepped forward, his voice lowering.
"Don't worry. Now that I'm here, just tell me the name of the person who bullied you."
Yu Ming's eyes flashed faintly with lightning. "I'll take revenge for you."
Yu Tianheng's throat went dry.
Before he could respond, Yu Ming laughed lightly, the oppressive atmosphere easing slightly.
"Anyway," he continued, "the Continental Soul Master Competition is has begun. I'll be staying around for a while—cheering you on, of course."
His tone sounded casual, but Yu Tianheng knew better. Yu Ming never did anything without purpose.
As Yu Ming turned to look out of the window, his expression subtly changed.
Using his foreknowledge, he had once planned to seize the immortal herbs from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. However, reality proved harsher than memory. Poison Douluo—Dugu Bo—was far stronger and more vigilant than he had anticipated.
That path was no longer viable. But Douluo Continent had never lacked alternative methods to grow stronger.
'Whale Gel.'
A crude yet effective resource. Although it had side effects—causing excessive excitement and agitation—it was hardly a problem.
'When did disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan ever lack women?'
Because of this, the clan had secretly earned another nickname in certain circles: Lustful Dragons.
Domineering. Overbearing and unrestrained, they did not care what nicknames others gave in secret , after all in front of their might they can only bend their neck while in fron of them.
Although gathering large quantities of Whale Gel had been troublesome, the clan's financial strength and influence eventually prevailed.
The results were undeniable.
Excluding Yu Yuanzhen, the clan leader himself, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan now possessed more than three Titled Douluo.
Yu Ming's lips curved faintly upward.
'I want to see it myself, Spirit hall'
'Let's see how you defeat the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan so easily…like in the so-called "original story.'
He did not place all his bets on the increased strength of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan being enough to contend with the terrifying might of Spirit Hall.
That would be foolish.
Spirit Hall had stood for thousands of years. Its foundation was deep, its power unfathomable even without counting the Elder's of the Douluo Hall. Even with several additional Titled Douluo, head-on confrontation would still be a gamble at best.
However—Yu Ming knew a secret.And more importantly, he knew a weakness.
'If everything comes to naught…'
His eyes darkened imperceptibly.
'I will kidnap Qian Renxue.'
In his mind, the conclusion was already firm. To him, the "Crown Prince" Xue Qinghe was nothing more than a mask. A beautiful lie hiding the most valuable chess piece of Spirit Hall.
'She's impersonating him. I'm sure of it.'
A twisted smile surfaced in his heart.
'Grandfather only needs to stall Spirit Hall for a short while…Until I complete the deed with her.'
'Heh… Heh…'
His breathing unconsciously grew heavier as obscene fantasies flashed through his mind—scenes drenched in domination and conquest, fueled by arrogance and warped desire.
Lost in his reverie, Yu Ming did not even notice Yu Tianheng calling out to him.
"Brother?"
Yu Tianheng frowned slightly.
"Brother, are you listening?"
Yu Ming jolted awake.
"Yes—yes," he replied casually, waving a hand as though brushing aside dust. His expression returned to calm arrogance. "I'm listening."
He tilted his head slightly, eyes sharp.
"So this so-called teacher Qin Ming deliberately let you be defeated by a team from his alma mater, just to boost their confidence… sacrificing your team's dignity in the process."
His lips curled coldly.
"And now you want me to teach that Qin Ming a lesson."
He paused, then added lightly:
"Am I correct?"
Yu Tianheng's face flushed red.
Yu Ming had summarized everything—humiliation, injustice, anger—in a single sentence.
"…Yes," Yu Tianheng admitted through clenched teeth.
Yu Ming had already watched Shrek Academy's matches from the spectator stands.
The Shrek team was clearly different from what he remembered.
Tang San., Xiao Wu., Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun., Ning Rongrong.
And a strange unfamiliar figure—Fren, Zhu Zhuqing was nowhere to be seen.