When You're Out in the World, Your Identity Is Whatever You Make It (Please Keep Reading, It's Important)

Looking at Bai Chenxiang, Xia Wuyou stated his terms.

"Bai Chenxiang, among your Four Single-Attribute Clans, the only things I care about are the Speed Clan's clan treasure, the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, and the Breaking Clan's knowledge of herbs and alchemy."

"Three days... no, I'll give your Four Single-Attribute Clans one month. As long as you hand over what I want, today's matter will be completely settled."

The Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng was a fine treasure. It could revive the dead and regrow flesh on bare bones. In the original story, Xiao Wu had relied on it to complete the crucial step of her "resurrection." Even if he had no use for it himself, there was no reason to leave it for Tang San.

The Breaking Clan's knowledge of medicine-making and its catalog of immortal herbs were precisely for his upcoming trip to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Though he could control time and space, that did not mean he understood the medicinal properties of immortal herbs or knew anything about alchemy.

Even for Bai He, a Soul Douluo, three days were simply not enough to travel from the Heaven Dou Empire, negotiate with the Breaking Clan, and organize the medicinal texts and immortal herb catalog.

Giving them a month would make him seem less unreasonable while ensuring they had enough time to deliver everything intact, lest they use "lack of time" as an excuse to delay him.

"Grandfather's Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng?"

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

Upon hearing Xia Wuyou's demands, Bai Chenxiang's face went pale.

One was the treasured heirloom of her Speed Clan.

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

Although these two items would severely weaken the Four Single-Attribute Clans, they would not shake the clans' foundations.

Xia Wuyou's terms were harsh, but they left a way out. At least he had not directly wiped them out as he had the Strength Clan.

Bai Chenxiang felt bitter and deeply helpless.

The premise behind Xia Wuyou's "way out" was that they had to trade away their most precious assets, and they were not even in a position to refuse.

"Hehe! Uncle Sword, it seems the Four Single-Attribute Clans are going to bleed heavily this time. They can only blame themselves."

Ning Fengzhi was not surprised by Xia Wuyou's conditions. If anything, he felt they were too lenient.

If it had been him, he would have wiped out their entire family.

"Calamities sent by Heaven may yet be avoided."

"But calamities brought upon oneself cannot be escaped."

Chen Xin's words were sharp and resounding.

Though the Soul Master World revered strength, Tai Tan had been far too blindly confident. Without even investigating Xia Wuyou's background, he had relied on his strength as a Soul Douluo, brought his family of three to Yanhuang Academy to cause trouble, and tried to seize someone else's secret to absorbing spirit rings beyond their level. His family's deaths were hardly undeserved.

And for the Four Single-Attribute Clans to have ended up with Tai Tan and the Strength Clan as such disastrous teammates, they could only be called unlucky.

Just as everyone fell into thought, Bai Chenxiang gave her answer.

"Dean Xia, on behalf of the entire Four Single-Attribute Clans, I accept your demands. But during this month, please do not make things difficult for the elderly and children of the Strength Clan."

Xia Wuyou's demands were just right. They neither violated morality nor harmed the foundations of the Four Single-Attribute Clans.

Besides, the Four Single-Attribute Clans had shared over a century of friendship. These items were precious, but if they could save the several hundred members of the Strength Clan, surely her grandfather and Grandpa Yang would not refuse.

Bai He: "???"

"No, you little brat, you agreed just like that?"

Yang Wudi: "???"

"Ah! No, girl, weren't you going to ask my opinion?"

Niu Gao: "???"

"Our Defense Clan got dragged into this while lying down?"

Tai Tan: "???"

Everyone: "Why are you, the troublemaker, putting up question marks? Since you're already dead, just stay down there."

Tai Tan: "I'll star your star..."

The dead Tai Tan cursed under his breath.

Having received the answer he wanted, Xia Wuyou nodded.

"Since you have agreed on behalf of the Four Single-Attribute Clans, then today's matter ends here. I cannot be bothered with the weak, elderly, sick, and disabled members of the Strength Clan. If they court death again someday by offending someone and get exterminated, that will have nothing to do with me. By then, I'll only need to take what I want."

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

"I, Xia Wuyou, never make empty promises, nor will I give you any room to regret this. I guarantee these words with the power behind me, with five thousand years of heritage. If you dare go back on your word, even if the Clear Sky Sect, once the number one sect in the world, reemerges, it will not be able to save you."

"Even if you hide in any corner of the Douluo Continent, I will not need anyone else's help. I alone can uproot your Four Single-Attribute Clans and kill you until your inheritance is utterly severed."

When you were out in the world, your identity was whatever you made it.

Rather than having other powers suspect him of being Spirit Hall today, then suspect him of belonging to some clan or sect tomorrow, he might as well invoke Yan Huang's five thousand years of heritage.

Though he had transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, it could not change the fact that he was still a descendant of Yan Huang from Earth, Blue Star.

And who cared whether the Douluo Continent even had Yan Huang?

All that mattered was whether he was a Yan Huang person.

"Five... five thousand years of heritage?"

"Uncle Sword! Did I hear that correctly?"

"Xia Wuyou's background is far too astonishing, isn't it?"

Hearing Xia Wuyou reveal his own background, Ning Fengzhi immediately felt his heart pound in alarm.

Good heavens, good heavens, truly good heavens.

He had only come today to watch a show.

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

This trip had not been wasted. It truly had not been wasted.

"A Hidden Clan or sect power..."

Chen Xin was not surprised by Xia Wuyou's background.

Or rather, he had already vaguely guessed it.

Because the Chen family had once been the same.

"Uncle Sword, you are knowledgeable and experienced. Do you know Xia Wuyou's background?"

"Fengzhi truly cannot imagine what kind of origin such an existence could have. Across the entire Douluo Continent, perhaps only Spirit Hall, with its heritage of over ten thousand years, could compare to it."

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

Before powers with inheritances spanning five thousand or ten thousand years, whether the Two Great Empires or the Upper Three Sects, they were like new recruits who had just entered the Soul Master World.

"The surname Xia? Five thousand years of heritage?"

"Fengzhi, I do not know either. But if you want to find out, you can ask him yourself!"

Chen Xin offered the most straightforward suggestion.

Rather than racking their brains over it, they might as well ask Xia Wuyou directly.

"Uh... Uncle Sword, perhaps not..."

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