Yu Yuanzhen's sudden outburst stunned everyone present.
No one—no one at all—had expected him to act so decisively.
Especially not Yu Xiaogang.
For years, whenever similar remarks surfaced, Yu Yuanzhen would often choose to ignore them or suppress his anger. He had always been measured, dignified, and composed as the Sect Master.
But this time—
He didn't even bother to argue.
He simply acted.
After kicking Yu Qingya away with a single swift motion, Yu Yuanzhen snorted coldly and slowly withdrew his foot.
His gaze swept across the stunned crowd, his expression dark and imposing.
For a brief moment—
Silence fell.
Then—
"Aaah!!"
A pained cry broke the stillness.
Yu Qingya, who had been sent flying, struggled back to his feet and rushed forward again. His once neat appearance was now disheveled—his clothes wrinkled, his hair messy, and his face flushed with both pain and humiliation.
"Sect Master!"
He glared at Yu Yuanzhen, his eyes filled with fury.
"You actually attacked me… for a piece of trash?!"
His voice grew louder, filled with indignation.
"I am one of the pillars of this Sect!"
"A future powerhouse of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
At that moment, Yu Qingya seemed to have completely forgotten one crucial fact—
The man standing before him was not just the Sect Master.
He was also a Titled Douluo.
A true powerhouse at the peak of the Douluo Continent.
"Qingya, shut up!"
The Third Elder finally snapped out of his shock.
His expression changed drastically as he hurried forward, grabbing Yu Qingya by the shoulder, trying to force him to bow his head.
"Apologize immediately!"
His voice carried urgency—and a hint of panic.
He knew Yu Yuanzhen well.
The Sect Master was usually approachable and tolerant.
But that was only when he wasn't provoked.
Once his bottom line was crossed—
He wouldn't show mercy.
However—
Yu Qingya resisted.
He shook off his father's hand and continued staring directly at Yu Yuanzhen.
There was no trace of fear in his expression.
Only defiance.
In Yu Qingya's mind—
He was not wrong.
Once, he had been the pride of the Sect.
A true genius.
Now, at only forty-seven years old, he had already reached Level 68 Spirit Emperor.
In the future—
Spirit Saint.
Spirit Douluo.
Even Titled Douluo was not beyond possibility.
Someone like him—
Should be the focus of the Sect.
The one most valued.
The one most respected.
Even the Elders treated him kindly.
So why—
Why should he lower his head?
He had only spoken the truth.
Yet the Sect Master had struck him without hesitation.
To Yu Qingya—
This was not discipline.
This was humiliation.
"A powerhouse like me…"
He clenched his fists tightly.
"…should be respected!"
He raised his head, meeting Yu Yuanzhen's gaze head-on.
"I said nothing wrong!"
The Third Elder's heart sank.
At that moment—
He finally understood.
His son…
Had been spoiled too much.
From a young age, he had protected him from hardship.
Shielded him from struggle.
Ensured that everything in his path was smooth.
And while that allowed Yu Qingya to grow strong—
It also nurtured arrogance.
And an inflated sense of self.
"Sect Master… my son…"
The Third Elder stepped forward, trying to explain.
But before he could continue—
Yu Yuanzhen raised his hand.
Stopping him.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Yu Qingya.
Calm.
Too calm.
"From the look of you…"
His voice was low.
"You're very dissatisfied."
Yu Qingya did not hesitate.
"That's right."
His answer was direct.
Firm.
Fearless.
"I was once the Sect's genius."
"Now, I am a powerhouse."
"Even I only receive treatment equivalent to a Spirit Saint."
His gaze shifted toward Yu Xiaogang, who was still resting on Ye Hengchuan's back.
"And him?"
"A piece of trash."
"Why should he receive Spirit Douluo-level treatment?"
At those words—
Yu Xiaogang finally understood.
Jealousy.
It wasn't about fairness.
Or logic.
Or contribution.
It was jealousy.
Jealous that someone with innate Rank 1 spirit power—
Someone he looked down upon—
Had received something he himself could not obtain.
Yu Yuanzhen's expression remained unchanged.
But his eyes grew colder.
"Xiaogang's treatment…"
He spoke slowly.
"…was decided unanimously by the Sect's leadership."
"Myself."
"The Grand Elder."
"The Second Elder."
"And your father—the Third Elder."
He paused.
Then asked:
"By questioning this decision…"
"Are you implying that all of us…"
"…are wrong?"
Yu Qingya scoffed.
"He just got lucky."
"With his talent, Spirit King-level treatment is already more than enough."
"Anything more is a waste of resources."
His voice rose again.
"How can such a decision convince the rest of the Sect?!"
Yu Yuanzhen let out a low chuckle.
But there was no warmth in it.
"Good."
"Very good."
His laughter grew sharper.
"It seems…"
"I'll have to do something today…"
"…to truly convince you."
Lucky?
In your eyes—
My son's efforts are nothing more than luck?
A waste?
If you could make even half his contribution—
I would gladly let you 'waste' resources too.
But you can't.
Yu Yuanzhen rolled up his sleeves slowly.
The atmosphere instantly turned tense.
The Third Elder's expression changed.
He instinctively stepped forward—
But before he could move—
The Second Elder appeared beside him.
And stopped him.
"If you step in now…"
The Second Elder said calmly,
"…don't blame the Sect Master for beating you as well."
The Third Elder froze.
Then—
He stopped.
Because deep down—
He knew.
His son needed this.
The next moment—
Boom!
Yu Yuanzhen moved.
His figure blurred as he lunged forward.
His fist, infused with powerful spirit energy, shot out like lightning—
And struck Yu Qingya square in the face.
The impact was overwhelming.
Yu Qingya was sent flying instantly.
But before he could even hit the ground—
Yu Yuanzhen had already caught up.
He grabbed him.
Forced him down.
And sat directly on top of him.
"I'll teach you…"
His voice was cold.
"…to call him trash."
Slap!
A loud, resounding slap echoed through the courtyard.
Yu Qingya froze.
"I'll teach you…"
"…to call it luck."
Slap!!
"Aah—!"
Yu Qingya cried out in pain.
"I'll teach you…"
"…to be dissatisfied!"
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Each strike was loud.
Heavy.
Unrestrained.
Yu Yuanzhen showed no concern for dignity.
No concern for status.
Only one thing mattered—
Teaching this arrogant junior a lesson he would never forget.
At first—
Yu Qingya struggled.
He roared.
Tried to resist.
But it was useless.
Against a Titled Douluo—
His strength meant nothing.
Gradually—
His struggles weakened.
His voice faded.
Until finally—
He no longer had the strength to resist.
Silence returned.
On the side—
Yu Xiaogang watched everything unfold.
For a moment—
He covered his mouth.
Trying to suppress his laughter.
If the situation weren't so serious—
He might have even taken out snacks…
And enjoyed the show.
Because—
This scene—
Was simply too satisfying.
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