Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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Year 2603, Month 11 of the Douluo Calendar.

When the northern [Waterwood Principality] was enveloped in a world of ice and snow, the [Jade Dragon Mountain Range] remained lush and green, with birds singing and flowers blooming, thanks to its geographical location and abundant elemental energy.

Dragon Control Mountain, the main peak of the [Jade Dragon Mountain Range], stood over a thousand feet tall. Its peak was barren except for massive, dark, metallic-looking boulders that stood firm against the fierce winds at such heights.

Halfway up the mountain, a series of magnificent buildings sprawled over several miles, built into the mountainside. They were grand and ornate, shrouded in a thin mist that lent them an ethereal and mystical aura.

"...Big Brother, His Majesty Houtian didn't come to this conference, and that Tang Zhen still speaks and acts so arrogantly. It's really infuriating—"

In a grand hall higher up the mountain, a young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes was frowning as he spoke to a middle-aged man seated on the main throne.

"Erlong~" The middle-aged man on the throne waved his hand, his expression calm. "Backed by the 99th-level His Majesty Houtian, Tang Zhen has plenty of confidence, so naturally, he can act like that..."

The middle-aged man on the throne was also a remarkable figure, his presence more composed and restrained compared to the aggressive aura of the young man with sharp eyebrows.

"Pfft—" The young man with sharp eyebrows snorted, pursing his lips. "He hasn't even become a Sealed Douluo yet. What's he showing off for? Once you break through to Sealed Douluo, Big Brother, with Father and Grandfather, our [Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon Clan] will have three Sealed Douluo, far stronger than the [Heavenly Sky Sect] with just His Majesty Houtian—!"

"In terms of heritage, our [Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon Clan] is far superior to that puny [Heavenly Hammer-Tang Family]~

I admit that the 'Heavenly Hammer' is a top-tier soul power, but if it weren't for the extraordinarily talented His Majesty Houtian, they..."

"Enough!" The middle-aged man on the throne interrupted the young man, his eyes piercing. "We must respect the strong. Erlong, although Tang Zhen is far from His Majesty Houtian, he is still a Soul Douluo. You can vent your frustrations within the family, but outside..."

Under his brother's gaze, the young man called Erlong chuckled awkwardly. "Hehe~ I... I just couldn't stand it. Tang Zhen didn't give you any face at the conference—"

The middle-aged man on the throne stared at him in silence until the young man's eyes darted around nervously. Then, he slowly said, "If you're really upset, focus on your cultivation. You're twenty-four years old, and your strength hasn't even reached Soul King yet, Erlong. You need to settle down—"

"You should know that before the age of thirty, it's the golden period for strength growth. After that, the effort required to improve will increase exponentially~"

"And—" He paused, pondering for a moment before continuing, "That woman outside, you need to take care of it. Don't think Father doesn't know about it. He just doesn't want to bother with it—"

The young man with sharp eyebrows' face changed, and he felt uneasy, looking at the middle-aged man with tension. "Big Brother, Father... he... really knows about Yan Yan? Then... then... what about Yue Yue..."

"The sister-in-law doesn't know yet~" The middle-aged man shook his head. "But you'd better tell her soon. That woman... is it Liu Yan, right? Whether you bring her into the family or not, take care of it as soon as possible~

After that, you should focus entirely on your cultivation. In the Douluo Continent, strength is paramount. If your strength doesn't improve, the people below won't respect you..."

After a long lecture, the young man called Erlong could only nod in agreement, his initial indignation long gone. The middle-aged man on the throne, however, remained calm throughout, like a still sea.

They then discussed clan affairs and matters to be mindful of from the previous conference.

Finally, the middle-aged man's expression changed, his brows furrowing for the first time. In the young man's unease, he asked, "Xiaogang... how is he doing now?"

'Phew—'

The young man with sharp eyebrows breathed a sigh of relief at this question. His brother's presence was too intimidating, and he was starting to feel the pressure.

Relieved, the young man quickly responded, "Xiaogang is training very hard. Before I came, I saw him running in his courtyard with a stone on his back—"

"He hasn't given up on cultivation?" The middle-aged man's frown deepened. "With his malignant soul power mutation and half a level of innate soul power, even if he trains, it won't amount to much. Hasn't he listened to me and gone to learn noble etiquette and management skills?

If he learned well, he could at least help manage the clan's affairs in the future..."

"No~" The young man with sharp eyebrows shook his head helplessly. "He's still not giving up. You, his father, are just a step away from Sealed Douluo, but he..."

The middle-aged man was speechless for a moment. After a while, he said, "Forget it. If he wants to cultivate, let him. It's not a bad thing to be stronger. He can learn management skills later when he hits a bottleneck~"

"What's his current strength?" The middle-aged man asked again.

The young man with sharp eyebrows thought for a moment and replied, "He's already a Soul Master. He obtained his first Soul Ring three months ago..."

"Soul Master..." The middle-aged man muttered, his hand on the armrest of his chair clenching into a fist.

"Big Brother~" The young man with sharp eyebrows saw this and consoled him softly, "Xiaogang is only nine years old. Being a one-ringed Soul Master is quite good..."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man on the throne looked up at him, his eyes filled with a deep, unspoken emotion.

"Uh~" The young man with sharp eyebrows chuckled awkwardly and fell silent.

Indeed, his big brother, Yu Yuanzhen, the clan leader of the [Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon Clan], had innate soul power of nine and a half levels. At just over fifty years old, he was already an 89th-level Soul Douluo. His son, Yu Xiaogang, had a malignant soul power mutation at his Soul Power Awakening Ceremony three years ago, and his innate soul power was only half a level!

This had become a laughingstock and a disgrace to the entire [Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon Clan].

Compared to his nephew Yu Xiaogang, the young man with sharp eyebrows, Yu Luomian, thought of the young man, Tang Hao, who had been with Tang Zhen at the previous clan conference. At just sixteen years old, he was already a 45th-level Soul Patriarch, a world apart from Yu Xiaogang!

After hearing about his son Yu Xiaogang's recent progress, Yu Yuanzhen lost his interest, waving his hand dismissively. Yu Luomian, being perceptive, said, "I'll go back and train," and quickly left.

As he passed a large courtyard, Yu Luomian paused but ultimately continued on without stopping.

With his current high-level Soul Patriarch strength, he could hear the heavy breathing from the small courtyard, as well as the conversation of a few young men in a nearby courtyard.

"Did you see that? That waste of space is running laps in his courtyard again~"

"Lower your voice. He is the son of the clan leader, and his dedication is worth acknowledging~"

"Exactly! If you were as dedicated, you'd already be a Soul Venerable—"

"Pfft~ I'm not that dedicated, and I'm already a Great Soul Master—!"

"Do you know what his first Soul Ring's soul skill is? I've never seen him use it. It's been three months, and all I see is him running laps with a stone on his back. He hasn't even summoned that pig to practice his soul skill..."

"I don't know. I've never seen it either, but it's only him. Each time he runs himself to the brink, Aunt Lian, a Healing Soul Emperor, comes to treat him, and there are those medicinal baths..."

"Xiao Ming already said, he is the son of the clan leader, so this treatment is normal. Besides, Uncle Second has already spoken to him..."

The group of young men laughed and chatted, their voices not too loud. Given the distance between the two courtyards, the short-haired youth running with a weighted backpack in the other courtyard didn't hear them. He just kept running, head down, focused on his training.

(End of Chapter)