Douluo: My Martial Soul is Godzilla

The relocation plan for the four single-attribute clans had begun. Except for the Li Clan, which was originally based in Heaven Dou City, the other three clans were all located in the Star Luo Empire, so it would take some time for them to move.

Currently, the four clans had more than 500 direct descendants, and when including their families, the total population reached nearly 2,000 people—comparable to the main family of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan.

Additionally, each of the four clans had different living requirements. The Min Clan needed tall houses, at least six meters high; the Po Clan required spaces for refining medicine; and the Yu Clan needed open areas where soil and bricks could be piled up.

Therefore, ordinary houses would not meet their needs at all, and a number of custom-built houses had to be constructed specifically for them.

On the way back to Heaven Dou City, Yu Xiaowei and Tai Tan brought a group of Yu Clan members along with blueprints that were drawn up according to the specific needs of each clan, preparing to return to the family first to build the houses for them.

"Young Patriarch, that young man from the other day… was he really my master's… really Tang Hao's son?"

Sitting in the steady carriage, Tai Tan hesitated for a long time before finally voicing the doubt in his heart.

Yu Xiaowei, who was resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, gave him a sharp look, and replied bluntly:

"No, it's fake."

"Oh..."

Tai Tan responded in disappointment, then asked again, "What about Lord Tang Chen?"

"He's dead. That part is true."

Tai Tan didn't ask further. After a sigh, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes to rest. However, his slightly trembling lips betrayed his inner turmoil.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaowei suddenly felt fortunate. If Tang Hao and his son—those two fools blinded by hatred—hadn't poisoned Tai Long even though they knew he was from the Strength Clan, then, with Tai Tan's blind loyalty, no amount of persuasion would have swayed him. In the end, Yu Xiaowei might have been forced to subdue him with strength, but such coercion would never have been as effective as the current situation.

...

When they were about to arrive at Heaven Dou City, their carriage was stopped.

Yu Xiaowei poked his head out the window and saw that the one blocking their way was Yue Guan, a figure known as a model worker of the Spirit Hall. Beside him stood an old man with gray hair.

The old man was tall and thin, with dull eyes. Apart from a few wrinkles on his face, he looked almost identical to Yang Wudi.

Tai Tan exclaimed, "Yang Wushuang?!"

Indeed, the old man Yue Guan brought was Yang Wudi's twin brother, Yang Wushuang.

When the Spirit Hall attacked the Po Clan, Yang Wushuang had been captured by Spirit Hall while protecting Yang Wudi. This had been a source of guilt for Yang Wudi for many years.

The people of the four clans had thought that Yang Wushuang must have long since died after so many years.

So when Yu Xiaowei told Yang Wudi that Yang Wushuang was still alive and that he could be rescued, Yang Wudi agreed without hesitation to join the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan.

Yu Xiaowei hadn't expected Spirit Hall to act so quickly. He wondered what reason Qian Daoliu used to so swiftly and cleanly take the man from Bibi Dong's hands.

Yu Xiaowei jumped off the carriage and spread his arms wide toward Yang Wushuang.

"Senior Yang, welcome home."

Yang Wushuang said nothing, his dull expression unchanged.

Yue Guan beside him spoke coldly, "I've delivered the man. What happens afterward is none of my concern."

"Safe travels," Yu Xiaowei said with a smile, waving him off.

After Yue Guan left, Yang Wushuang's dull eyes suddenly shone with light. A flash of black energy appeared, and a soul-breaking spear shot straight toward Yu Xiaowei's chest.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—eight dazzling spirit rings appeared beneath his feet. The fluctuation of his soul power was almost the same as Yang Wudi's.

"Yang Wushuang, stop!!!"

Tai Tan shouted in shock and anger as he rushed forward toward Yang Wushuang.

However, as members of a strength-specialized clan, they lacked speed. They could only watch helplessly as the soul-breaking spear was about to pierce Yu Xiaowei.

"It's over."

Tai Tan's mind went blank.

If Yu Xiaowei died here, the furious Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan would undoubtedly annihilate the Po Clan—or rather, all four clans.

At that moment, Yu Xiaowei's calm voice reached Tai Tan's ears, pulling his thoughts back.

"Senior Tai Tan, it's fine. Don't worry."

Tai Tan then noticed that Yang Wushuang's spear had stopped at Yu Xiaowei's chest and hadn't moved any farther.

In a frenzy, Tai Tan rushed up, grabbed Yang Wushuang by the collar, and roared, "Yang Wushuang, what do you think you're doing?"

"Do you know who's standing in front of you?"

"Your rashness could bury two thousand people from our four clans along with you!!!"

Yu Xiaowei patted his shoulder and said calmly, "Senior Tai Tan, there's no need for this. Senior Yang has been imprisoned by Spirit Hall for too long. It's normal for him to doubt my identity."

That said, Yu Xiaowei's back was already drenched in cold sweat.

He had no idea how Yang Wushuang had cultivated over the years.

When he was captured by Spirit Hall, he was only a Soul Saint. But after more than a decade of imprisonment, his spirit power cultivation had actually caught up with Yang Wudi's, who had been training normally.

Keep in mind, Yang Wudi at level 82 could injure Yue Guan, who was level 95, at full strength.

Faced with such a terrifying strike, Yu Xiaowei truly felt that he was about to die in that moment. Fortunately, Yang Wushuang heard Tai Tan's voice and stopped, or else Yu Luomian would have been burning incense for his funeral by next year.

"Titan... Long... not... betray."

Yang Wushuang seemed to have not spoken for a long time, his voice hoarse and grating, like a knife scraping glass.

"I did not betray... my clan."

After painfully forcing out those words, Yang Wushuang collapsed into Tai Tan's arms.

Holding Yang Wushuang's thin body, Tai Tan suddenly trembled and cried out with a sobbing voice, "Brother, why are you so light?"

After returning to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan...

With the help of a healing spirit master, Yang Wushuang's condition stabilized.

But when the healing master explained his injuries, everyone present couldn't help but gasp.

Yang Wushuang's spiritual power was almost completely exhausted. The attack he had just unleashed on Yu Xiaowei had used up the last of his strength. Moreover, a man nearly 1.9 meters tall weighed less than 100 kilograms, his entire body skinny and emaciated.   

His body was covered in various wounds—stab wounds, puncture wounds—and three of his fingers were missing. Most terrifying of all, a layer of skin on his abdomen had been peeled off, exposing the internal organs beneath. Whether there were hidden injuries was impossible to tell.

It was only thanks to his powerful constitution that his life was barely hanging on.

The Spirit Hall's torture was truly inhumane!

Fortunately, Yang Wudi was not present. With his temperament, if he saw his brother in this state, he would likely do something reckless.

Yu Xiaowei silently left the room and gazed up at the sky, his heart filled with emotion.

This was the fate of being weaker than others.

The Po Clan was not weak, but after losing the protection of the Clear Sky Sect, they were bullied by Spirit Hall like this—even the clan leader's own brother had been humiliated to this extent.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan suffered similar fates in the original story. After being destroyed, one had only a few surviving members, while the other disappeared completely from the continent.

Without strength, even powerful individuals like Yu Luomian and Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo could not protect their families for long.

Yu Xiaowei hesitated for a long time. But after seeing Yang Wushuang's miserable state, he finally made up his mind.

He would go to Sea God Island!

Although the old bastard Poseidon hated him, according to the original book, the divine consciousness of the divine test on Sea God Island shouldn't be synchronized with the one in the vast ocean.

As long as he could take the divine test, it would be fine.

After all, he didn't need the top-tier Nine Trials to become a god. He only needed to raise his soul power to the Title Douluo level in the shortest possible time.

That night passed without further words.

Since he was preparing to leave, Yu Xiaowei met with Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Luomian at dawn the next morning to discuss the matter.

Originally, he thought Yu Luomian would oppose the idea, but unexpectedly, Yu Luomian, who always spoiled him, didn't object at all and directly agreed.

Looking at Yu Yuanzhen, he laughed and said,

"Brother, look, my son has grown up."

After laughing for a while, he stopped and gazed lovingly at his son, who was a full head taller than him.

"Xiaowei, Father knows that Sea God Island is a dangerous place, but I won't stop you."

"It's not that I'm not worried about your safety. But your grandfather once said, when a young dragon wants to soar into the sky, the old dragons cannot stop it. Otherwise, that young dragon will never be able to fly."

"Your uncle, your father, and your grandfather—we all survived life-and-death crises like that."

"So I won't stop you, and I'm even very happy that you haven't been blinded by your current achievements. This is very good, very good."

As he spoke, tears welled up in Yu Luomian's eyes.

How could he say he wasn't worried about his son?

He was like the star of their destiny. At first, the family only had an unrecognized daughter, a son, and a grandson left. If Yu Xiaowei were to meet with an accident, he truly couldn't imagine how he would spend the second half of his life.

Yu Xiaowei knelt silently and bowed three times to Yu Luomian.

"Father, it's hard to predict whether my journey will bring good or bad fortune. Once I leave, please, you and uncle must remain vigilant against Spirit Hall—they are our greatest enemy."

"I know you and uncle have always wondered why I'm so wary of Spirit Hall."

"Today, I won't hide it from you anymore. The Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, has been bewitched by the Rakshasa God and will surely destroy our family within the next five or six years."

"This is my innate ability—and also the nightmare that has often awakened me since childhood."

"So, uncle, father, don't be careless. I don't want my home to be gone when I return from Sea God Island."

As Yu Xiaowei spoke, Yu Yuanzhen's face grew darker and darker.

Their genius nephew had worked so hard on his cultivation since childhood, and at the same time, he carried an inexplicable hatred for Spirit Hall.

Neither he nor Yu Luomian could ever figure out what had caused it.

Thankfully, the little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect had always been by Yu Xiaowei's side. Gradually, their serious nephew became cheerful and eventually turned into the mischievous troublemaker he was today.

But the two of them were happy to see this.

A child with a happy smile was always better than one who was gloomy and silent.

Now they finally understood why Yu Xiaowei always seemed to have no will to live when he was little.

He could actually foresee the future—and had foreseen the destruction of his family more than a decade ago.

This unbelievable thing might be dismissed by others, but Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Luomian believed it completely.

Especially after what Yu Xiaowei had accomplished in the past two years—they had seen it all.

From winning over Dugu Bo, to persuading the Giant Spirit Snake, then attracting so many outstanding students to the Lan Ba Academy, to subduing the four single-attribute clans that they had coveted for years but couldn't acquire, and even cultivating at an explosive speed.

These were not things a teenager should have been doing.

Yet he did it—and did it beautifully.

No one could believe he did all this for anything other than preparing the family for dark times ahead.

So Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Luomian felt they had no reason not to trust Yu Xiaowei.

After saying farewell to Yu Yuanzhen and the others, Yu Xiaowei didn't choose to bid farewell to anyone else. Instead, he went to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect to find Ning Rongrong.

As soon as Ning Rongrong saw him, she ran over happily, hugged him tightly, buried her head in his chest, and spoke with a bit of sadness:

"Brother Xiaowei, it's been so long since you came to play with me."

Yu Xiaowei gently stroked her hair, a soft smile on his face.

"Brother Xiaowei won't do anything else today. I'll spend the whole day playing with you."

"Yay! That's great!"

So Yu Xiaowei spent the entire day accompanying Ning Rongrong around Heaven Dou City.

They went shopping, played games, watched spirit arena battles, and even spent a lot of money at the auction house.

That night, Yu Xiaowei and Ning Rongrong walked side by side toward the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

Along the way, Ning Rongrong was unusually quiet and didn't speak much.

Yu Xiaowei's behavior today was very strange, and she sensed something unusual from it.

Sure enough, when they arrived at the gates of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Yu Xiaowei finally spoke.

"Rongrong, I'm leaving. I'm going somewhere very far away. I may not return for a long time."

"Okay."

"When I come back, I'll marry you."

"Okay, okay."

Ning Rongrong didn't ask where Yu Xiaowei was going. Instead, when Yu Xiaowei said he wanted to marry her, her face instantly turned bright red.

Watching her walk back into the sect, Yu Xiaowei smiled.

It was this girl who, with her innocence, touched his heart and helped him emerge from the fog of his time-traveling confusion, allowing him to no longer feel hopeless in this world.

He had secretly sworn long ago that in this lifetime, he would never let this girl down.

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