"Do you even know who I am?"
"The most outstanding young genius of the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect in a hundred years—the next heir to the Sect Master, captain of the Continental Soul Master Elite Tournament champions..."
"Yu. Tian. Heng!"
After five years, Yu Tianheng stood taller and stronger; his sharp eyes and straight posture radiated confidence and pride.
"I don't care who you are."
"Answer me—what business do you have with our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
Four outer-sect disciples blocked Yu Tianheng outside the grand gates, spirit energy ready to erupt at a moment's notice.
"I'm here to see Sect Master Ning."
His tone carried restrained frustration. In recent years, Yu Tianheng's status within his clan had soared. Word of Lu Xiaoyu's awakening had already swept through the sects—Black Dragon Martial Soul, innate level-twenty soul power. It had caused shock and plenty of envy.
Within the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect, the elders nearly came to blows when they realized they'd let a descendant of their dragon lineage slip away.
And so, Yu Tianheng was dispatched to "negotiate."
After all, if Lu Yuan's son possessed the blood of their clan, how could the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect allow the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to simply "adopt" him?
"What business do you have with our Sect Master?" the lead guard asked curtly.
These were unstable times—evil soul masters lurked everywhere. They couldn't afford risks, especially when most of their sect's disciples were auxiliary-type spirit masters.
"I need to speak to Sect Master Ning about something extremely important!" Yu Tianheng said impatiently. "Haven't you heard my name before? Hurry and announce me! This is major sect business between the two great clans—you'll regret delaying it!"
The guards frowned. This man looked strong and confident—perhaps too confident.
"Who knows if that's true?" one of them muttered. "You could be an evil soul master."
The leader shifted uneasily. They had already sent word up the mountain, but no reply had come yet.
Yu Tianheng's jaw tightened.
A dragon's roar split the air. "Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, possess!"
Martial Soul power erupted as azure scales rippled across his arms, transforming his hands into shining dragon claws.
"Enemy attack!"
The guards reacted instinctively—four against one, their spirit rings flaring.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Chamber
Inside, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin sat leisurely over tea.
"Sect Master! Yu Tianheng is fighting our guards at the gate!" a disciple burst in breathlessly.
"Oh? I see." Ning Fengzhi sipped his tea calmly.
Chen Xin waved a hand dismissively. "Tell Outer Sect's Contras to handle it. Have them clean up that arrogant brat, then bring him in when he's done squirming."
"Let Outer Sect manage the matter," Ning Fengzhi added gently. "Don't injure him—he's still the heir of the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect. If we hurt him, both sects lose face."
"Fengzhi, don't worry," Chen Xin smirked. "That old fossil Yu Yuanzhen won't dare complain."
They both knew perfectly well why Yu Tianheng had come—news of Lu Xiaoyu's awakening reached far and fast.
Minutes later, Yu Tianheng was carried into the chamber—arms pinned, expression bruised but still proud.
"Wait— brothers, release me! Ning Sect Master knows me personally! Just call him; he'll clear this up!"
He struggled as two Contras pushed him forward like a trussed chicken.
"I swear, I didn't mean to fight! I only released my Martial Soul to prove I'm from the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect!"
"Is this how the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect greets the future head of the Blue Lightning Clan?"
Ning Fengzhi set down his cup and looked up mildly. "We caught a troublemaking soul master. What do you suggest we do with him?"
"Maybe chop him," Chen Xin said indifferently.
Ning Fengzhi nodded. "Pull him out and chop him."
Yu Tianheng froze. "Wh—what?!"
Panic crawled up his spine.
"Ning Sect Master, wait! I'm Yu Tianheng! Grandson of Yu Yuanzhen, Clan Chief of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect—"
"Doesn't sound familiar," Chen Xin murmured, eyes half-lidded.
"Ning Sect Master, I'm really who I say I am!"
He swallowed hard, voice rising in desperation. "Lu Yuan— Uncle, save me!"
Meanwhile, in a quiet pavilion nearby—
"Hmm? Someone just called me?"
Lu Yuan blinked, mid-kiss.
"Nobody," a voice whispered sweetly against his ear, followed by soft laughter. "Now stop thinking about others."
A pair of white arms slid around his shoulders, pressing him back down again.
"...Right."
He grinned helplessly and complied.
Flash!
A streak of white light flickered through the hall—Sword Douluo appeared before Yu Tianheng in an instant.
"You're the grandson of that old Yu Yuanzhen, aren't you?" Chen Xin said coolly. "What was your name again…" His eyes twinkled with mock thoughtfulness.
"Yu Tianheng!"
"Ah, that's it."
"Sword Douluo senior!" Tianheng sighed in relief as though he'd just escaped execution. "We've met before—during the Continental Elite Competition! Lu Yuan and I were teammates!"
Chen Xin's lips curved faintly. "So it's you, boy. Let him go."
The guards immediately released him.
"Thank you, Senior Sword Douluo!" Tianheng stumbled upright, adjusting his robes and trying to salvage his dignity. "Everyone… misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding."
Sweat slicked his back beneath his uniform. He never imagined a simple visit would nearly get him executed.
If he died here, Yu Tianxin would've laughed himself to death inheriting the sect title.
Ning Fengzhi rose with a faint smile. "Ah, Tianheng—it is you! My apologies, I didn't recognize you. It's been, what, five years? You've grown quite a bit."
He gestured toward the chair opposite him. "Come, sit. Let's talk."
"Thank you, Sect Master."
As Yu Tianheng sat, the tension finally eased out of his shoulders.
Chen Xin leaned forward slightly, voice teasing. "Well then, young master, what brings you storming our gates?"
"I came to visit Sect Master Ning," Tianheng said smoothly… then hesitated mid-sentence, realizing he'd nearly forgotten the excuse he'd rehearsed.
"Also... to check on Xiaoyu."
Ning Fengzhi blinked. "Xiaoyu? He's still with us." He turned toward Chen Xin.
Yu Tianheng smiled awkwardly. "Yes, yes, of course. I heard about his awakening."
As if you didn't. Fengzhi's polite expression didn't hide his suspicion. "Oh? We didn't announce anything publicly. The Blue Lightning Sect must have some impressive… eyes and ears."
Yu Tianheng nearly bit his tongue.
"Well, uh…" He chuckled awkwardly. "Our allied sects naturally watch out for one another! It's not… espionage."
He gave an uneasy laugh—three of them, in fact.
So revealing.
He'd been caught red-handed the moment he opened his mouth.
The corners of Chen Xin's lips twitched faintly with amusement.
Ning Fengzhi's calm voice carried quiet steel. "I see. Then, Young Master Yu, do extend my greetings to your grandfather—and tell him…"
His tone deepened slightly. "…Lu Xiaoyu is part of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect now. You're welcome to visit, but not to claim him."
Yu Tianheng stiffened, smile freezing on his face.
"Of course," he said at last, forcing a laugh. "Just… visiting."
Inside, he cursed silently.
Gan! What kind of monsters are these people…
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