Chapter 172: Is It You? Sister

Unwittingly, night has already fallen; time always passes quickly during cultivation.

In the already desolate academy playground, Qian Renxue stood by the office window, watching with some surprise the red figure that kept trying to create a new soul skill.

She claimed to be teaching Wu Yu her own self‑created soul skill, but in fact Qian Renxue's soul skill was merely a simulation of a self‑created soul skill that had appeared in the original work.

The technique "Dominate the World" is unsuitable for Wu Yu; she lacks sufficient mental power and cannot invoke it, and at present Wu Yu cannot use it by any means.

She had to settle for a secondary option and taught a move she had previously liked to use.

Qian Renxue did not go down to rashly disturb Wu Yu; after watching for a while, she prepared to return to her dorm to cultivate. After three years of consolidation, her soul power level had finally broken through to level 86, averaging two levels every three years.

Until today she realized what kind of voracious beast her condensed soul core was; even as a genius in the rapid development stage of soul power, the speed of her soul power level increase could not keep up, because the total soul power required for the soul core was simply too massive.

Since she had already condensed a soul core, she must first fill her soul core with soul power, then forge a second soul core before she can truly advance to become a Title Douluo.

Because the first soul core has too many attributes, she has no clue about the second one now; to forge a Yin‑Yang Complementary soul core, the quality of her second soul core cannot be poor, otherwise it would disrupt the balance.

After Qian Renxue left, Wu Yu, already drenched in sweat, felt blue veins bulge on her arms as scorching flames continuously coalesced in her palm into an unstable red sphere, the sphere flickering with light and darkness, looking extremely unstable.

Moreover, with her martial soul possessed, her dark red eyes took on a crimson hue, making her appear especially ferocious and terrifying in the night.

Just as Qian Renxue had taught, Wu Yu was now feeling her martial soul, letting her body memorize this extreme sensation; although she didn't know its purpose, who cares—since Qian Renxue said it would make her stronger, she obeyed.

"Bang!" the dark red sphere was flung outward, flames surged upward, instantly blasting a several‑meter‑deep crater.

Wu Yu tilted her head back, lying on the ground, panting heavily, exhausted, gazing at the vast, deep night sky before her; even without using her eyes, she understood that the lights in the top office of the teaching building had long been out, and the person had probably already left.

But that's fine; having patiently taught her a soul skill and pointed her the way, what more could she want? Could she still demand that the person stay by her side at all times, watching a sweaty, man‑like woman practice a soul skill she already mastered? "No, I'm too weak now; I need to become stronger."

Wu Yu stretched out her scarred hand, as if burned by flame, reaching for the star‑filled sky before her; from today, another life goal was added.

Become stronger, earn countless golden soul coins, win the Soul Master Competition to obtain a title of nobility in the Heaven Battle Empire, become a cut above others, and then marry this woman who suits her taste! Oh, and the captain mentioned Yu Tianheng, that thunder‑loud prodigy; she needs to take him down first.

Wu Yu's thoughts gradually returned to the earlier moment.

"I will do everything I can to raise your strength, even beyond your original limits; in exchange, just help me block one person."

"Then who is the opponent you want me to block?"

"Yu Tianheng."

"What? Yu Tianheng?"

When Wu Yu and a few others heard that, they nearly jumped in fright: Yu Tianheng, the strongest prodigy left from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaur Clan, a monster of the Black Fourth Ring.

He's Heaven Battle City's top talent. "Facing someone this awesome! How am I supposed to relax?"

Wu Yu gritted her teeth, rolled over, and resumed her hellish cultivation; for her ambition, she would push herself to the death! One week later, at the Heaven Battle Royal Academy.

"Wait, wait, don't forget I'm royalty! I'm a prince; Yu Tianheng, would you dare strike me?"

Prince Xue Bing, clad in a white school uniform, sounded panicked, eyeing the boy with hands in his pockets blocking the road ahead, and hurriedly threatened.

"Hey, don't come over, I'll tell my father emperor! Wait, I surrender!"

"Sorry, I don't accept your surrender."

Xue Bing, his hands laden with rings to flaunt his noble status, fled in panic; not far ahead, a lithe figure with black hair, arcs of electricity crackling, a cold expression, shattered the bricks beneath his feet and vaulted at breakneck speed to Xue Bing's front.

In the blink of an eye, the black‑haired youth delivered a swift, fierce side kick just two centimeters from Xue Bing's face.

Xue Bing froze on the spot, not even having time to release his martial soul; reflected in his pupils was the foot wrapped in vivid blue arcs, the side kick's gust of wind striking his cheek painfully.

He didn't need to think to know that if the kick actually hit his face, he might not die, but his visage would certainly be scarred.

With a thud, Xue Bing's legs went limp and he collapsed, a prince of noble birth yet lacking the courage to resist Yu Tianheng; his cronies behind him trembled, cowering behind Xue Bing.

Yu Tianheng is a peerless talent destined to become a Title Douluo; none of those lackeys can afford to offend him. With senior soul saints protecting him, it's already enough; the three members of the Soul Douluo Council at the Heaven Battle Royal Academy are practically raising him like a son.

Xue Haicang, that martial‑obsessed fanatic, looked at him with obvious affection; brothers day and night, short and long, appearing utterly impressed by his martial prowess and talent.

Xue Bing wore a look of grievance: isn't Yu Tianheng supposed to hate his sister? The fourth prince of the Heaven Battle Empire scolds him, yet he's still not pleased! How utterly overbearing! Talent is impressive!

If he didn't truly need the renowned prodigy Yu Tianheng to bolster himself, he would have already—hmph! But thinking of his second brother Xue Qinghe, favored by civil officials, and Xue Haicang, favored by military officials, Xue Bing realizes he must rely on a non‑aligned talent like Yu Tianheng. If he could subdue the top talent of Heaven Battle City for his own use, the emperor would surely take notice, and who would ultimately claim the throne remains uncertain.

He's not truly a useless person, nor does he want to be one; his elder brother died many years ago, and aside from his runaway little sister, no other brothers have perished, so it seems the original incident was indeed an accident. Thus Xue Bing is now covertly building his own power.

Xue Bing gasped heavily, his face mournful, and hurriedly said, "I—I just wanted to be friends with you, Yu Tianheng, I really didn't mean that."

Yu Tianheng retracted his leg, gave Xue Bing a cold glance, and said, "The matters between me and Yu Tianlin aren't for you to discuss; watch your mouth."

"Tianheng! Tianheng!"

At that moment, a youth with a strikingly beautiful, almost feminine appearance rushed forward in a panic; he was of modest height, medium‑built, with short golden hair and slender, lively eyes—none other than Osoro, the Ghost Leopard who graduated from the martial soul academy and came alone to study in Heaven Battle City.

Osoro ran breathlessly; as a Ghost Leopard soul master, speed is his strength, but endurance has always been his weakness.

"You, you're way too fast; between us, who's the real agile‑attack soul master?"

When Osoro recovered his senses, he saw Xue Bing's party collapsed on the ground, heads bowed, and couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He glanced at the calm black‑haired youth a short distance away and muttered discontentedly, "Come on, that was too quick; I haven't even felt how a nation's prince's touch is yet, and you're already done? At least give me a few!"

"Next time I'll give you all of them."

Yu Tianheng sighed inwardly; Xue Bing and his group were far too weak to spark any interest. A prince of a nation reduced to this level was a useless waste; now he fully understood what his sister thought when she first saw him…

Truly disappointing.

"We're leaving."

Yu Tianheng gave him a glance, then slipped his hands into his pockets and turned to leave. Osoro, an odd fellow, wasn't afraid of a prince like Xue Bing; his soul power level was thirty‑one, decent enough, though he still didn't understand why he kept following him.

"Wait for me! I've got a huge piece of news for you today! So many academies are going crazy! Don't be so cold, Tianheng."

Osoro hurried after him, speaking as he looked at Yu Tianheng's profile.

Yu Tianheng's looks weren't especially handsome, his expression was rarely visible, as if his facial muscles were stiff; his gaze was vague, as if nothing mattered to him, yet he exuded an inexplicable aura that made Osoro unable to resist following. Wherever they passed, the surrounding students who gathered to watch the spectacle whispered, all of them stepping aside in respect, yielding a path for the Heaven Battle City's top talent.

"No wonder it's Yu Tianheng—at fourteen he's level 45, the youngest team captain, and even Prince Xue Bing isn't fazed at all."

"The last heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaur Sect—truly remarkable."

"Speaking of heirs, doesn't he also have a sister who's the continent's top talent?"

"Shh! You're courting death! Don't mention that name in front of him; you're not Prince Xue Bing."

All around them, whispers filled the air.

However, this had no effect on the person concerned; Yutianheng walked with his hands in his pockets, his gaze wandering. To those who didn't know him, he seemed extremely arrogant, with an air of looking down on everyone.

However, Aosiluo knew that Yutianheng wasn't actually that arrogant; he was just thinking about something in his mind, thinking of someone he constantly missed.

Unbeknownst to him, even Yutianheng himself didn't notice that his behavior pattern seemed to have been constantly approaching that of the former Yutianlin; that lazy, contemptuous gaze was exactly the same as how Yutianlin used to look at him.

Aosiluo excitedly shared the information he had obtained with Yutianheng; from the day he first saw Yutianheng, he had known that, unlike ordinary geniuses like him, Yutianheng was a peerless genius who could match those monsters of the Spirit Hall! "The Continental Soul Master Elite Competition will start in three days; now various rumors are spreading. Yutianheng, do you know? This year's Blue Overlord Academy is a dark horse!"

Hmm.

"A truly outrageous captain has come from the Blue Overlord Academy! Even Red Dragon Wu Yu shows her the utmost respect; she might become your rival! Is the dean of the Blue Overlord Academy your aunt?"

Hmm.

Yutianheng gave a lazy reply; Liu Erlong was indeed his aunt, although they had never met, and he had no interest whatsoever in the so-called captain of the Blue Overlord Academy.

Because his imagined opponent had never been those so-called geniuses or monsters, but rather someone who, in Yutianheng's view, could not be matched even if the entire Heavenly Battle Royal Academy were combined.

His sister—Yutianlin!

The Continental Soul Master Elite Competition will begin in three days; I hope these so-called geniuses won't disappoint me.

Aosiluo asked, somewhat surprised: "Aren't you curious at all? That's the famous stubborn Wu Yu from Heavenly Battle City! She's actually the first to go easy on someone her own age."

Yutianheng stared for a moment, then glanced at him and asked: "Wu Yu? Who is that?"

"Ah? You don't know her?"

Aosiluo twitched the corner of his mouth: "You jerk, no wonder people always say you look down on everyone; if I didn't know your personality, I would have thought you were just as arrogant just now."

"Oh."

"Honestly, don't just say 'oh'! Show a bit more surprise!"

Aosiluo wasn't angry either; his expression just grew more solemn.

"I'm being serious, Yutianheng; Wu Yu has been training specially with that captain, and she's already won seven straight matches in the Grand Spirit Arena. Her soul power level is the weakest forty-first rank among Soul Ancestors, but that captain is no ordinary person—I heard that when she first arrived at the Blue Overlord Academy, she knocked back a Title War God with a single punch. Though it sounds like bragging, what if it's true?"

Pat.

Yutianheng abruptly stopped his advancing steps, his lazy gaze becoming a bit more solemn as he turned his head toward the smug Aosiluo.

"Heh, you're interested too, huh?"

"Continue."

Aosiluo immediately began to complain, seeking merit: "Although I'm not qualified to compete, you are our academy's main force! So I will definitely help you gather information—I specifically asked the students of the Blue Overlord Academy, but it cost me a lot of soul coins; my pocket money is all gone."

Yutianheng said lightly: "I'll cover your expenses this month."

"Great!" Actually, he wasn't asking Yutianheng to spend money on him; he just wanted to grow closer.

"The new captain is called Yuezheng Ling; her martial soul is still unknown, but when she first joined the Blue Overlord Academy, under everyone's watch, she knocked back a strong opponent with at least seven rings without using her martial soul! The Title War God is probably just bragging, though the students' opinions vary, they ultimately agreed that the soul master she faced had at least seven soul rings."

Yuezheng Ling, Yutianlin.

Is it you? Sister Yutianheng lowered his head slightly, looked at his palm, and clenched it faintly: "Do you know what she looks like?"

"Well, appearance, I heard she's a beautiful girl with golden purple pupils, very pretty; hearing that, she sounds somewhat like the sister you mentioned before, haha."

Yutianheng took a deep breath; his previously lazy gaze instantly turned gloomy, unable to articulate his feelings.

"Maybe it really is my sister."

"Cough—"

Aosiluo almost choked on his own saliva, his eyes wide open as if he'd seen a ghost, staring fixedly at Yutianheng.

"Hey hey hey, Yutianheng, is your sister really a living person? Isn't she just an excuse made up because the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was destroyed? Does such a person actually exist in reality?"

"Hmm."

Yutianheng looked at Aosiluo indifferently, his expression unchanged; after living with his sister for a while as a child, it seemed nothing on this continent could shock him anymore.

Yutianheng asked softly: "The Wu Yu you just mentioned—does her martial soul equal the Red Dragon?"

Aosiluo sighed: "Exactly, the Red Dragon martial soul—everyone originally expected a dual-dragon battle between the two of us; I was really looking forward to it too! And Yanzi and the others—everyone will go cheer for you when the time comes."

"Really? Her martial soul is also a dragon."

Yutianheng had no interest in their expectations; instead, he asked a rather strange question.

"Does that Wu Yu receive special attention from Yuezheng Ling?"

Aosiluo stared for a moment, then nodded: "He's very attentive; I heard that because he received guidance from Yuezheng Ling, Wu Yu's strength has recently surged forward. Of course, Yutianheng, I've always believed you are the strongest Dragon Soul Master."

Red Dragon Wu Yu, a boy with messy black hair, a faint lightning mark on his forehead, and azure electric arcs constantly flickering on his body—if the person standing beside him right now weren't Aosiluo but Yuyuan Zhen, he would notice that this Yutianheng kid is becoming more and more twisted as he grows; the coldness deep in his eyes is exactly the same as that of the former Yutianlin, as if carved from the same mold.

Yutianheng exhaled slowly, then clenched his fists tightly with his hands back in his pockets.

Sister, that kind of half-dragon mongrel, also deserves to replace me? 4800(End of chapter)