Zhao Linchuan said earnestly:
"But what about the members of your clan? Those young disciples with decent talent who desperately need resources to grow?"
"The Breaking Clan has been declining year after year. There are fewer and fewer outstanding youngsters in the clan."
"In a few decades, when you grow old and there is no one to succeed you, where will the Breaking Clan... go from there?"
"Without sufficient resources, it is impossible to nurture top-tier experts capable of holding up the clan!"
"Without top-tier experts to stand guard, the fate of a Soul Master Family... Clan Leader Yang, you should know better than I do!"
"Enough! Young friend Lin Chuan, you... stop talking!"
Yang Wudi shut his eyes in pain. "This matter... concerns the fate of the entire clan. It is no small matter."
"I... I need time to consider it."
Watching Yang Wudi's struggling expression, Zhao Linchuan knew the time was ripe.
A faint, imperceptible smile curved his lips. With a thought, he took an item from his Ruyi Hundred Treasures Pouch.
In an instant, a strange fragrance spread through the entire hall. It seemed capable of cleansing the soul, invigorating everyone's spirits.
A strangely shaped plant appeared in Zhao Linchuan's hand. It swayed without wind, radiating a soft, pure glow.
"Clan Leader Yang," Zhao Linchuan said, his voice carrying a deadly temptation, "do you recognize this?"
Yang Wudi's eyes flew open. His gaze locked instantly onto the plant, his pupils contracting sharply as shock filled his face.
"This... this is... the Aromatic Silk Beauty?! The bane of all poisons, the guide to all medicines?! An Immortal Herb recorded in ancient texts!!"
"Young friend Lin Chuan, where... where did you obtain such a divine treasure?!"
Zhao Linchuan smiled mysteriously and gently set the Immortal Herb on the table