When You're Out and About, Your Status is What You Make It (Please Read, Reading is Important)

Looking at Bai Chenxiang, Xia Wuyou stated his terms.

"Bai Chenxiang, of your four single-attribute clans, only the Speed Clan's clan treasure, the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, and the Breaking Clan's herbal knowledge and alchemy are things I find worthwhile."

"Three days... no, I'll give your four single-attribute clans a month. As long as you hand over what I want, today's matter ends here."

The immortal herb Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng was a fine thing—it could revive the dead and regrow flesh. In the original story, Xiao Wu relied on it to complete the crucial "resurrection" step. Even if he had no use for it himself, there was no need to leave it for Tang San.

The Breaking Clan's alchemy knowledge and immortal herb catalog were exactly what he needed for his upcoming trip to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Though he could control time and space, that didn't mean he understood immortal herb properties or alchemy.

Even if the Soul Douluo Bai He set out from Heaven Dou Empire, a round trip plus negotiations with the Breaking Clan and compiling alchemy texts and herb catalogs—three days was nowhere near enough.

Giving them a month made him seem reasonable while ensuring they had enough time to deliver everything intact, so they couldn't use "time was too short" as an excuse to delay.

"Grandfather's Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng?"

"The Breaking Clan's herb catalog and alchemy texts?"

Hearing Xia Wuyou's demands, Bai Chenxiang's face turned pale.

One was the Speed Clan's clan treasure.

The other was the foundation of the Breaking Clan's inherited knowledge.

These two things would deal a heavy blow to the four single-attribute clans, but they wouldn't shake their foundations.

Xia Wuyou's terms were harsh, yet they left a sliver of hope—at least he hadn't moved to wipe them out like he had with the Strength Clan.

Bai Chenxiang's heart was bitter, filled with deep helplessness.

This "sliver of hope" from Xia Wuyou came with the price of their most precious assets, and it wasn't like they had any choice to refuse.

"Heh! Uncle Sword, it looks like the four single-attribute clans are going to bleed heavily this time. They only have themselves to blame."

Ning Fengzhi wasn't surprised by Xia Wuyou's terms; in fact, he thought them lenient.

If it were him, he'd just wipe out their entire clan.

"When heaven brings disaster, you can still escape it."

"When you bring it on yourself, there's no way out."

Chen Xin's words were sharp, each syllable ringing with force.

Though the Soul Master World respected the strong, Taitan had been far too blindly confident. Without even investigating Xia Wuyou's background, he'd relied on his Soul Douluo strength and brought his whole family to cause trouble at Yanhuang Academy, trying to forcibly seize the secret of skipping levels to absorb soul rings. You could only say Taitan and his family's deaths weren't unjust.

And as for being stuck with Taitan and the Strength Clan as such disastrous allies—that was just the four single-attribute clans' bad luck.

Just as everyone was lost in thought, Bai Chenxiang gave her answer.

"Dean Xia, on behalf of the four single-attribute clans, I accept your terms. But within this month, please don't trouble the elderly and children of the Strength Clan."

Xia Wuyou's demands were just right—neither violating any principles of righteousness nor striking at the four single-attribute clans' foundations.

Besides, the four single-attribute clans had a century-old bond. Though these items were precious, if they could save the Strength Clan's several hundred people, she was sure her grandfather and Grandpa Yang wouldn't refuse.

Bai He: "???"

"Hey, girl, you just agreed like that?"

Yang Wudi: "???"

"Ah! No, girl, don't you even ask for my opinion?"

Niu Gao: "???"

"Am I getting caught in the crossfire for nothing with the Defense Clan?"

Taitan: "???"

Everyone: "What question mark are you making, you disaster? Since you're dead, just stay put down there."

Taitan: "I curse you a thousand times..."

The already dead Taitan cursed and grumbled.

Getting the answer he wanted, Xia Wuyou nodded.

"Since you've agreed on behalf of the four single-attribute clans, today's matter ends here. I can't be bothered with the Strength Clan's old, weak, and disabled. If they go out and offend someone else someday and get wiped out, that's none of my concern—I'll just get what I want."

"If I don't receive what I want in a month, then not only will the Strength Clan be completely erased from Douluo Continent, but your Speed Clan, Breaking Clan, and the remaining Defense Clan won't have a place to stand either."

"I, Xia Wuyou, never speak empty words, and I won't give you any chance to back out. I stake this on the five-thousand-year heritage behind me. If you dare renege, even if the Clear Sky Sect, once the number one sect in the world, were to come out of hiding, they couldn't protect you."

"By then, no matter where you hide on Douluo Continent, without anyone's help, I alone will uproot your four single-attribute clans, killing until your lineages are completely severed."

Out in the world, you gave yourself your own identity.

Rather than having other forces suspect him of being from Martial Soul Hall one day and some other clan or sect the next, he might as well claim his identity as a descendant of five thousand years of Yanhuang civilization.

Even though he'd transmigrated to Douluo Continent, it didn't change the fact that he was a descendant of Yanhuang from Blue Star Earth.

Never mind whether Douluo Continent had a Yanhuang or not.

Just ask him if he was a Yanhuang person—that was enough.

"F-five thousand years of heritage?"

"Uncle Sword! Did I hear that right just now?"

"This Xia Wuyou's identity and background are far too shocking, aren't they?"

Hearing Xia Wuyou reveal his own identity and origins, Ning Fengzhi immediately felt his heart pound with alarm.

Good heavens, good heavens, truly good heavens.

He had only come today to watch a good show.

Who would have thought there would be such an unexpected gain.

This trip was not in vain, indeed not in vain.

"A Hidden Clan sect force, huh..."

As for Xia Wuyou's identity and background, Chen Xin was not surprised.

Or rather, he had already vaguely guessed some of it.

Because their Chen family, "once," was the same.

"Uncle Sword, you've seen much and know much. Do you recognize Xia Wuyou's identity and background?"

"Such an existence, Fengzhi simply cannot fathom its origins. Across the entire Douluo Continent, perhaps only the Martial Soul Hall, with its ten-thousand-year heritage, could rival it."

Ning Fengzhi looked at Chen Xin beside him. When it came to forces like Hidden Clans and sects, Chen Xin had considerable authority to speak.

In the face of such forces with five-thousand or ten-thousand-year heritages, whether it was the Two Great Empires or their Upper Three Sects, they were like mere rookies just stepping into the Soul Master World.

"Surname Xia? Five-thousand-year heritage?"

"Fengzhi, I don't recognize him either. But if you want to know, you can go ask him yourself!"

Chen Xin gave the most direct advice.

Rather than racking his brains, it was better to just ask Xia Wuyou himself.

"Uh... Uncle Sword, let's forget it..."

Chen Xin's bluntness made Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitch involuntarily.