The Ruined Yang Clan

After killing all the wolf bandits, Zhu Zhuqing's legs went weak, and she dropped to her knees, vomiting all over the ground.

The other three clones, however, felt no emotional turmoil at all due to their lack of emotions. This was one of the greatest advantages of clones.

At the very last moment, Zhu Zhuqing had ordered the three clones to check whether any of the wolf bandits had dropped soul bones.

Upon receiving the order, the three clones vanished from where they stood, then emerged from the shadows beside the various wolf bandits' bodies. What followed was a bloody dismemberment.

After vomiting for a while, until everything in her stomach had been emptied, Zhu Zhuqing finally recovered somewhat.

She took out a bottle of water from her Soul Tool and rinsed her mouth with difficulty. Zhu Zhuqing did not spare any attention for the surviving women.

Rescuing them from the wolf bandits was already the utmost she could do. She could not possibly stay behind to do anything more for them.

Rebuilding their homes and the like could only be left to them!

Circulating her Soul Power through her body, she forcibly suppressed the discomfort.

With Blade Edge in hand, Zhu Zhuqing walked over to the upper half of the Wolf Bandit Leader's body and began dismembering the wolf bandit.

What disgusted her was seeing those people die such miserable deaths, not seeing these damned creatures die!

There were more than fifty wolf bandits over a thousand years old. The odds of them dropping soul bones were actually quite high.

Especially the Wolf King—it was the most likely to drop a soul bone.

But...

Looking at the Wolf Bandit Leader, now reduced to a mess of flesh and bones, Zhu Zhuqing fell silent for a long time.

Forget it. It was only a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone. It was not like she thought much of it anyway!

With that thought, Zhu Zhuqing casually tossed away Blade Edge. In midair, Blade Edge dissipated into motes of light and returned to Zhu Zhuqing's hands.

Except...

Looking at the three clones kneeling on one knee before her, each holding a soul bone in their hands, Zhu Zhuqing sank into thought.

A Nine Thousand Year Left Leg Bone, a Five Thousand Year Left Leg Bone, and a Three Thousand Year Left Leg Bone.

They were all left leg bones, differing only in age.

After putting away the three soul bones, Zhu Zhuqing expressionlessly dismissed the three clones.

The clones were also her, so her luck could be considered pretty good too, right? It should be!

After dismissing the three clones, Zhu Zhuqing gave the village another careful look, then vanished from the spot, transforming into a black shadow as she fled into the distance.

From beginning to end, she had not spoken a single word to those pitiful women, nor had she revealed her true face before them.

Even if someone investigated in the future, they would never be able to trace it back to her.

With a somewhat pale complexion, she found a secluded place and began cultivating with the Fusion Method.

Zhu Zhuqing did not open her eyes until the sun rose over the horizon.

"It still won't work. Cultivating with the Fusion Method causes far too much commotion. It's simply impossible to cultivate in a city, and even places in the outskirts where people might pass by won't do!"

Zhu Zhuqing scratched her scalp and spoke gloomily.

Did she really have to wait until Level 70 before integrating into human society?

"Forget it. There's no solution right now anyway, so I'll just make do with it for now. I can't neglect cultivating my martial soul just for the sake of comfort, can I?"

Zhu Zhuqing began traveling at full speed with her head hanging low.

Ten days later!

"So this is the Breaking Clan's territory?"

Zhu Zhuqing stared blankly at the building before her.

"This is way too rundown!"

"The Clear Sky Sect really has harmed people badly!"

Zhu Zhuqing rubbed her forehead speechlessly.

But after lamenting for a while, she still had to do what needed to be done.

Adjusting her Bamboo Hat, Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward and knocked on the Breaking Clan's door.

Creak!

A rotten sound rang out, emphasizing just how decrepit and old the place was.

"Who is it?! Who goes there?"

When the door opened, Zhu Zhuqing was greeted not by a welcome, but by two Soul Breaking Spears and two wary growls.

"I've come to discuss some business with your clan leader!"

Zhu Zhuqing's figure was hidden beneath the Bamboo Hat, but her voice was youthful and pleasant.

Along with her words came the hand she extended from beneath the Bamboo Hat, holding an exquisite token.

First Prince's Token!

A quarter of an hour later.

Zhu Zhuqing, bearing the First Prince's Token, received the Breaking Clan's highest level of hospitality.

No one knew whether they were willing deep down, but with that token present, they did not dare act too defiant.

In the Breaking Clan's reception hall, Yang Wudi sat in the seat of honor, his brows slightly furrowed as he looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who was hidden beneath a bamboo hat.

Her voice was very young, her figure small, and she did not look very old.

Such a little girl had come to him with a prince's token, claiming she wanted to make a deal?

No matter how he looked at it, it seemed unrealistic!

Yet one reason kept him from reaching a conclusion.

He could not sense any fluctuations of Soul Power from Zhu Zhuqing. But with his cultivation as a Level 86 Soul Douluo, he could not detect the Soul Power fluctuations of someone who looked like a little kid?

That was simply impossible!

Unless she had no Soul Power!

But that was even more impossible!

"Tell me why you're here!"

After a moment of silence, Yang Wudi was ultimately forced to bow his head by his clansmen's need for stability.

A Soul Douluo had actually been driven into speaking first and losing the initiative.

Zhu Zhuqing said nothing. Instead, she gently pushed the First Prince's Token forward.

Seeing what Zhu Zhuqing had done, Yang Wudi clenched his fists.

He knew what it represented. With this token, the Breaking Clan would essentially be given the green light throughout the Star Luo Empire, and the lives of his clansmen would quickly return to the prosperity they had once enjoyed at their peak.

They might even surpass their former glory with the Star Luo Empire's support.

But accepting this token also meant joining the First Prince's faction.

Someone had brought the First Prince's Token before, but at that time, they had been consumed by rage. Let alone the First Prince—even the Great Emperor's Token would not have received so much as a glance from them.

Yet the price was that they had been restricted at every turn within the Star Luo Empire.

Even now, he did not want to accept the prince's token, but his clansmen had truly suffered these past years...

His heart trembled. On one side was his pride; on the other was his clansmen's happy future.

"The First Prince is nineteen this year, and his Soul Power has already reached Level 41. The First Prince's Consort is sixteen, with Soul Power at Level 38. And that is only because the First Prince has had to deal with all sorts of interpersonal affairs.

Even so, no one in the Star Luo imperial family can contend with the First Prince.

The only one whose talent could rival the First Prince's, the Fourth Prince Dai Mubai, fled the Star Luo Empire a year ago.

It can be said that the First Prince becoming the empire's heir is already a foregone conclusion.

Right now, he is the only one who can withstand Spirit Hall's pressure and give you the life you want. He is also the only one willing to give you an opportunity.

Or did you think the White Tiger Great Emperor would personally come to recruit you?"

Zhu Zhuqing laid everything out plainly.

Hearing Zhu Zhuqing's words, Yang Wudi clenched his fists, his expression conflicted.

After what had happened with the Clear Sky Sect, the Breaking Clan no longer wished to join any damned faction.

They only wanted to establish their own clan and live independently.

But under the current circumstances, no condition allowed for that.

Slowly loosening his fists, Yang Wudi's gaze became firm. He sighed and said, "My apologies. Please convey my thanks to the First Prince for his goodwill, but..."

"Wait, don't be in such a hurry to refuse!"

Seeing that Yang Wudi was about to reject her, Zhu Zhuqing hurriedly cut him off.