Chapter 150: This Life Is Unbearable

At this moment, the Grand Elder of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan could no longer contain the fury boiling inside him and roared:

"Clan Master Ning! Sword Doulou! Bone Doulou! Aren't you going too far? It's one thing if you refuse to help us, your fellow Upper Three Clan members, but now you're even trying to get us to take the initiative to reconcile with that Zhao guy! What are your true intentions?!"

"That's right! You people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan have thoroughly disappointed us! Since we clearly can't see eye to eye, there's no point in continuing this conversation. Clan Master, let's go!"

The Second Elder snorted coldly, his aged face so dark it looked like it might drip water.

"Clan Master, let's leave quickly. Clearly, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan has no intention of welcoming us. There's no reason for anyone from our clan to try to build bonds with them again."

The Third Elder kept his voice low, fists clenched tight, his whole body trembling with suppressed rage.

Yu Loumian said nothing more, simply turning on his heel and heading straight for the exit. The three elders quickly followed him.

Ning Fengzhi furrowed his sword-like brows tightly, his expression clearly displeased.

"Are all the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members this stubborn? Uncle Bone and Uncle Sword's meaning couldn't be clearer— that Demon Suppressing Doulou is incredibly powerful, not someone they can afford to provoke.

Aren't Uncle Bone and Uncle Sword just looking out for them? Why are they acting like crazed lunatics, as if we owe them something? Utterly baffling."

The current Clan Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan sighed lightly and shook his head helplessly.

"Good words can't persuade the doomed, and mercy can't save the unwilling. Let them do as they will. We can't help, even if we wanted to."

Sword Doulou and Bone Doulou also exchanged a look and shook their heads in unison.

Meanwhile, outside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, the faces of Yu Loumian and the three elders were dark with anger.

They had never expected the current clan master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan to outright reject their proposal to stand united in adversity.

The Second Elder ground his teeth loudly, then glanced at Yu Loumian and asked:

"Clan Master, since Ning refused to stand with us, what now? Do we still go to the Clear Sky Clan?"

Yu Loumian glanced at him like he was an idiot and snapped, "Do you even need to ask? I don't believe the Clear Sky Clan would also fail to understand what truly matters. That Zhao guy is in league with the Spirit Hall and harming the interests of the Upper Three Clans.

As the head of the Upper Three Clans, I don't believe the Clear Sky Clan would sit by while their own interests are trampled. Tomorrow, all of you will ride with me to visit the Clear Sky Clan!"

With that, Yu Loumian climbed into the carriage. The three elders exchanged glances, then followed him in.

The carriage sped along and soon arrived back at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Just as Yu Loumian and the elders were heading toward the mountain gate, a gleeful Yu Luomian nearly collided with them.

Seeing his brother and the three elders return so soon sent a cold sweat down Yu Luomian's back.

Weren't they supposed to be having a long discussion with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan? Why were they back after just two or three hours?

Thankfully, he had already left the dungeon. His older brother shouldn't suspect anything.

Now he just hoped his son, Yu Xiaojiao, and the healing-type Soul Master he had brought wouldn't leave the dungeon too quickly. If they ran into his brother, and it got out that he had taken the opportunity to give Yu Xiaogang a savage beating… his brother might slap the top of his skull clean off.

Yu Luomian forced a smile onto his face and quickly walked up to Yu Loumian and the elders. Seeing how dark and stormy their faces were, he cautiously asked:

"Brother, Elders, you're back so soon? Did things go smoothly?"

Yu Loumian, still seething, didn't even bother to reply. He simply marched forward into the clan. The Grand Elder and Second Elder followed him grimly.

Just as the Third Elder was about to leave too, Yu Luomian grabbed his arm.

"What's going on? Why do you all look so furious? Don't tell me you got humiliated at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan?"

The Third Elder, seeing Yu Luomian's curious expression, nodded heavily.

"Isn't that exactly what happened? Clan Master Ning must be mad—he actually refused to align with our clan. Instead, he even tried to persuade us that that Zhao guy isn't someone we should provoke, and that we'd best reconcile with him. Tell me—does that sound like anything a decent person would say? Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's dignity and honor were trampled, and they expect us to reconcile? Ridiculous."

Upon hearing this, Yu Luomian's anger surged instantly. Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous! When had the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan become so shameless?

How could they do this? Is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's dignity and honor worth less than that Zhao guy?

Just then, Yu Xiaojiao emerged from the direction of the dungeon, leading a healing-type Soul Master around level 60.

From a distance, the Third Elder recognized the healer instantly. Wasn't this the same Soul Emperor they had hired after they beat up Yu Xiaogang last time?

Now Yu Xiaojiao had brought him back again? Could it be…

The Third Elder instantly understood and gave Yu Luomian a meaningful glance.

"Second Master, did you just come back from the dungeon? No wonder you looked so pleased earlier—seemed like you were in a great mood."

Yu Luomian grinned, "Didn't you and the Grand Elder and Second Elder also go before? We're all the same. That brat rubs everyone the wrong way. Do we even need a reason to beat him up?"

The Third Elder nodded in agreement. "Exactly. We don't need a reason. If it weren't for him, our clan wouldn't have gotten on that Zhao bastard's bad side."

"Right, right, right…" The two old foxes exchanged glances and shared a knowing smile.

At that very moment, Yu Xiaogang—freshly battered by his Second Uncle and only partially healed—lay in the dungeon, staring at the ceiling in despair.

His whole spirit was broken. Back in Suotuo City, getting beat every few days was bad enough. But now, even back at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, it was still the same story.

Not long ago, the three elders had snuck into the dungeon and beat him half to death—broke his leg, even. He'd needed days of healing to recover.

And now, just a few days later, his Second Uncle had snuck in and given him another thorough beating.

This life… this life is truly unbearable.

He felt like dying.

But he knew he couldn't. Not yet.

He still had to take revenge on Zhao Ling. He hadn't avenged himself yet—how could he die now???