Yu Xiaogang's earlier idea of summoning Little Dragon had been firmly forbidden.
At that time, his injuries were far too severe, leaving him with no choice but to remain bedridden, quietly focusing on recovery.
For several consecutive days, Yu Yuanzhen invited healing-type Spirit Masters to treat him. Under their care, Yu Xiaogang's wounds gradually stabilized, but the damage he had suffered was far from ordinary.
His body had been pushed to its absolute limits.
Although external injuries could be healed with spirit abilities, there was one thing that could not be restored so easily—
Blood.
The massive blood loss he had suffered left his body weak and fragile. Even with constant treatment, he needed time—real time—to recover.
Only after his condition improved enough to endure travel did Yu Yuanzhen make a decision.
He purchased an oversized carriage.
Inside, he placed not only Yu Xiaogang—but his entire bed.
Thus, father and son began their journey back to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, swaying gently within the carriage as it rolled along the road.
Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was calm.
Yu Xiaogang lay beneath the covers, staring blankly at the ceiling, clearly bored from days of inactivity.
After a moment of silence, Yu Yuanzhen spoke.
"You've been wanting to summon Little Dragon for quite some time now, haven't you?"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes immediately lit up.
"Father… you're finally allowing it?"
There was a trace of excitement in his voice.
He had been curious for days.
Ever since absorbing the thousand-year spirit ring, he could feel that something within Little Dragon had changed—but he hadn't been able to confirm it.
Yu Yuanzhen nodded slowly.
"I didn't allow it before because your injuries were too severe."
He paused, his expression turning serious.
"The spirit power from that thousand-year spirit ring nearly shattered your entire network of meridians."
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's expression grew solemn.
Yu Yuanzhen continued:
"If you had recklessly circulated your spirit power at that time—even the slightest mistake could have caused your meridians to rupture completely."
"You should understand what that would mean."
Yu Xiaogang's gaze sharpened.
Of course, he understood.
Meridians were the pathways through which spirit power flowed within the body.
If even a single section was damaged, spirit power would no longer circulate properly.
Instead—
It would leak.
Once spirit power leaked uncontrollably, a Spirit Master's cultivation would begin to decline.
And if the entire network of meridians was destroyed—
That person would be crippled.
Completely.
On the Douluo Continent, destroying someone's meridians was the most direct way to ruin their future.
"That was… really close."
Yu Xiaogang muttered inwardly.
For a brief moment, he felt a lingering fear.
But only for a moment.
Because soon—
His curiosity took over.
More than anything else, he wanted to know—
What had Little Dragon become?
Taking a steady breath, Yu Xiaogang slowly began circulating his spirit power.
He was careful.
Extremely careful.
Guiding the energy through his meridians, ensuring every movement was smooth and controlled.
Then—
Following the familiar method—
He summoned his Spirit.
A faint glow appeared in the carriage.
Soft.
Gentle.
As the light gathered, it began to take shape.
A small figure gradually materialized within it.
Yu Xiaogang and Yu Yuanzhen both fixed their gaze on the light.
Then—
The glow faded.
And Little Dragon appeared.
For a moment—
Silence.
Because what stood before them—
Was completely different from before.
The soft, light-purple fur that once covered its entire body had disappeared.
In its place—
Were smooth, delicate scales.
Pale gold.
They shimmered faintly, giving off a subtle brilliance.
Its once large, floppy ears had shrunk significantly, becoming more streamlined and fitting its new form.
Its eyes—
Still large.
Still bright.
But now—
Golden flecks shimmered within its deep pupils.
And its body—
Had changed the most.
No longer chubby like a piglet soul beast—
It had become slender.
Graceful.
Its limbs were longer, more proportionate.
Sharp claws extended slightly, reflecting a cold gleam.
Atop its head—
A small golden horn had emerged.
Like jade.
Elegant.
Yet sharp.
But the most striking feature—
Was on its back.
A pair of wings.
Delicate, yet powerful.
Resembling those of the Crimson Blood Flying Dragon.
If someone who had seen Little Dragon before stood here now—
They would never believe it was the same Spirit.
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes widened slightly.
Even he—
Could not hide his astonishment.
Ever since Yu Xiaogang awakened his Spirit, Yu Yuanzhen had refused to believe it was something as ordinary as a pig.
It made no sense.
He himself was a dragon-type Spirit Master.
Yu Xiaogang's mother was as well.
How could their child awaken a pig-like Spirit?
It was illogical.
Unacceptable.
Thus, from the very beginning—
He had supported Yu Xiaogang's decision.
To attach dragon-type spirit rings.
To guide his Spirit toward its true form.
And now—
That decision had proven correct.
Although Little Dragon still appeared immature—
Like a hatchling—
Its essence was undeniable.
A dragon.
Yu Yuanzhen's thoughts deepened.
"When Little Dragon appeared just now…"
He narrowed his eyes.
"That was light."
The manifestation had not been ordinary.
It had emerged through radiance.
"Dragon attribute… with Light as its element…"
He nodded slowly.
"A perfect combination."
"And choosing the Crimson Blood Flying Dragon—an attributeless spirit beast—for the first ring…"
"That was the right decision."
A trace of pride rose within him.
Yu Xiaogang's foresight—
His judgment—
His courage—
All of it exceeded expectations.
"If this continues…"
Yu Yuanzhen thought silently.
"Not only will he become a powerful Spirit Master…"
"He may also revolutionize theory itself."
Power—
Could support a faction.
But knowledge—
Could elevate it.
With Yu Xiaogang—
The future of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect seemed limitless.
"Hehe…"
Yu Yuanzhen smiled unconsciously.
"Those old fellows… they'll be green with envy."
While he was lost in his thoughts—
A soft sound interrupted him.
"Awoo!"
It was a dragon's roar.
But—
Gentle.
Almost childish.
Little Dragon's eyes sparkled.
Then—
It leapt forward.
Straight into Yu Xiaogang's arms.
Yu Xiaogang instinctively caught it.
The moment he touched its body—
He froze.
The sensation—
Was smooth.
Cool.
Like touching polished jade.
But it wasn't cold in an unpleasant way.
It was gentle.
Comforting.
Almost addictive.
Yu Xiaogang smiled.
"Little Dragon…"
"Thank you."
His voice was soft.
"If it weren't for you… I might not have been able to absorb that spirit ring."
Yu Yuanzhen's expression changed instantly.
"What do you mean?"
He stepped forward slightly.
"Little Dragon… helped you?"
Yu Xiaogang nodded.
"Yes."
"During the absorption process…"
"I suddenly felt the pressure decrease."
He closed his eyes briefly, recalling the moment.
"It was like… the pain was being shared."
"I followed that feeling…"
"And in my consciousness…"
"I saw Little Dragon."
Yu Yuanzhen's pupils contracted.
"It was enduring the pain…"
"With me."
Silence filled the carriage.
Yu Xiaogang gently touched the small golden horn on Little Dragon's head.
His expression was calm—
But his words carried weight.
Yu Yuanzhen inhaled sharply.
"Are you certain?"
His voice was serious.
"That it wasn't a hallucination?"
Because if it was true—
Then this Spirit—
Was far more extraordinary than they had imagined.
And Yu Xiaogang's future—
Would be beyond prediction.
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