Want the Yang Family Spear Technique? See Yourself Out

Ji Wuming looked at the young man from the Breaking Clan with great sympathy.

"Alas! That makes perfect sense."

Whether it was the Heaven Dou Empire or the Star Luo Empire, the laws they had developed over the years were aimed at commoners and low-level Soul Masters. Powerful Soul Masters, on the other hand, were often beyond the reach of the two empires' laws.

Spirit Hall had handled this matter quite well. They punished those Soul Masters who had gained great strength yet abused it recklessly—the Fallen Soul Masters people often spoke of. That counted as one of their better achievements.

However, even Spirit Hall had evolved over ten thousand years from a loose alliance into what it was today. Aside from the Angel God inheritance, its middle and upper ranks had become just as rotten as those of the two empires.

Even if Spirit Hall's lower-ranking officials worked with utmost diligence, they could not avert the crisis of Spirit Hall's collapse.

"Brother, I can see you're not from Tianxing City. What brings you here? Would you like to buy some of our Breaking Clan's medicinal pills?"

The man quickly adjusted his mood, took out several bottles and jars, and began introducing them to Ji Wuming.

"These are Insect Repellent Pills, Disinfectant Medicine, and Soul Recovery Pills that can restore a small amount of Soul Power..."

Ji Wuming shook his head in refusal, then looked at the man and said, "I want to purchase antidotes capable of treating poisons affecting Soul Saints or Soul Douluos. Does the Breaking Clan have such Antidote Pills?"

"Yes, yes!"

The man's expression changed instantly. Wearing the eager look of a street vendor making a sale, he politely said to Ji Wuming, "But I don't have that kind of Antidote Pill here. We'll need to find the clan head to refine them, and as for the price..."

"As long as your Breaking Clan has such pills, the price can be discussed."

Ji Wuming secretly rejoiced. He had not expected it to be so easy to enter the Breaking Clan residence. Sure enough, money could make even ghosts turn millstones, much less the Breaking Clan, which was currently being deliberately targeted and economically blockaded.

"Then please come with me to the clan grounds. Though I wonder, esteemed guest, how many do you intend to purchase?"

"Alright!"

Ji Wuming looked at the man leading the way beside him, then raised one finger.

"Would 10,000 Gold Coins be enough? If not, I can add more."

The man was ecstatic inside. All the frustration from Spirit Hall deliberately causing trouble earlier vanished without a trace.

Good heavens! Ten thousand Gold Soul Coins—that was equivalent to nearly half a year of their medicine sales income. Anyone who could produce so much money at once had to be a purchasing agent from some major family.

After giving a few instructions to the clansmen nearby, the man introduced himself to Ji Wuming.

"My name is Yang Yong. May I know how to address you, esteemed guest?"

"My name is Ji Wuming."

"Ji Wuming, what a fine name. Having the surname Ji is truly wonderful!"

The Breaking Clan residence was not far away. Before long, they arrived at its entrance. Though the entire estate was not as imposing as Vast Sea Academy, nor did it possess the solemn grandeur displayed by certain sects, the moment they entered the front courtyard, a powerful Soul Power pressure rushed toward them. Yet unlike the overbearing pressure of Soul Power, this was a deterrence born of sheer presence.

"Who is it? Who wants to spend 10,000 Gold Soul Coins to buy Antidote Pills?"

A two-meter-tall man with a knife scar across his chest strode over eagerly. This man was none other than Yang Wudi, who had studied medicine to the point of near madness.

"Clan Head, this is Brother Ji, Ji Wuming."

Hearing this, Yang Wudi looked down at Ji Wuming and examined him closely.

"Ji Wuming? Is there any famous Soul Master with the surname Ji in the Soul Master world? How strange! He's so young, yet he's already a Soul Elder above level 33."

"Ah! A Soul Elder?"

Yang Yong looked at Yang Wudi, then at Ji Wuming, his eyes filled with shock. Ji Wuming looked only fifteen or sixteen, yet he already possessed the strength of a Soul Elder above level 33. No wonder he could not see through Ji Wuming's Soul Power Level. He had thought Ji Wuming was merely an ordinary descendant of some powerful faction.

"May I ask what level you are now, little brother?"

Ji Wuming looked at the intensely curious Yang Wudi and answered without hesitation, "Barely level 35."

Yang Wudi turned to look at Yang Yong, the most talented member of the younger generation in his clan.

"Yong'er, look at yourself. You're already seventeen and only level 34. Now look at him—he's at most fifteen, yet he's already level 35. You need to work harder. When I die someday, only then will you be able to better shoulder the burden of being clan head."

"Clan Head, I will definitely work hard!"

Yang Yong's gaze was exceedingly resolute, but inside, he felt like a deflated ball that could never be filled no matter how much air was pumped into it. It was not that he did not work hard. The clan's circumstances simply made it impossible for him to cultivate in peace.

The clan had run a financial deficit year after year. Though it was never much, there were still times when their income failed to cover their expenses. They barely managed to sustain the clan's livelihood. If the clan head did not devote himself to developing new medicines, their lives might have been much better.

"Yong'er, it's good that you have the resolve."

Yang Wudi invited Ji Wuming into the main hall and slowly took a seat.

"Kid Ji, Yong'er already explained it to you in detail. If I refine the pills you mentioned, your 10,000 Gold Soul Coins could buy around a hundred of them. But our clan doesn't have enough of the required medicinal ingredients! We can only refine ten pills, and they'll be ready in three days at most."

"No matter. Ten pills will do. As for the extra money, consider it my support for the Breaking Clan."

"What?"

Yang Wudi looked at Ji Wuming with displeasure. He was unwilling to accept aid from others, lest other clans call him worthless.

"My Breaking Clan may be poor, but we never take other people's money, especially aid from other clans! Ten pills only cost 1,000 Gold Coins. Take the rest of the money back!"

Seeing that Yang Wudi was as proud as he had imagined, Ji Wuming admired him even more sincerely. Thus, he directly stated his true purpose for coming to the Breaking Clan.

"These funds don't count as aid to the Breaking Clan. I have other purposes for coming here as well. I've always had a fondness for rare flowers and herbs, and since the Breaking Clan excels in the art of medicine, your knowledge of such plants must far surpass that of the outside world."

"Besides that, I have one more presumptuous request. I hope to discuss spear techniques with the Breaking Clan."

"What?"

At that moment, Yang Wudi no longer wore his earlier amiable expression. His face was full of vigilance as he looked at Ji Wuming. There was absolutely no problem with the former request to study plants and herbs.

But as for discussing spear techniques, in his eyes, it was no different from trying to steal the Yang Family Spear Technique. The wording of "discussing spear techniques" was simply far too clever.

"We, the Breaking Clan, agree to provide the pills you want and all kinds of illustrated guides to flowers and herbs. But if you insist on this matter of spear techniques, the door is over there. Take your leave—we won't see you out!"

Seeing that Yang Wudi had already become angry, Ji Wuming fully understood his concerns. The Breaking Clan's spear technique had only become a systematic martial art after generations of clan members had worked tirelessly to create it.

If it were passed on to outsiders, those outsiders might very well discover the Breaking Clan's vulnerabilities in battle. They might even need only master certain countermeasures to directly kill Yang Family Members in an instant.