Gathering of the Four Clans
The quiet room in the backyard of the Beichen Academy.
Fu Shiyan sat cross-legged on the futon, the System Panel in front of her glowing with a Youyou blue light.
A new message is slowly appearing on the panel:
[Detected that the key figure ' Yu Xiaogang ' has developed initial trust in the ' Inheritance of the God of Farts ' fabricated by the host...]
[Settlement in progress...]
[Congratulations, host! You have gained +1,250,000 Faith Power from ' Yu Xiaogang ']
Fu Shiyan looked at the string of numbers, a slight smile playing on her lips.
One million two hundred and fifty thousand.
To be honest, this number is pitifully small.
Tang San contributed more Faith Power when he broke through to level 20 than this.
However, Fu Shiyan didn't seem to care.
Yu Xiaogang was never an important pawn to him.
His only value was providing Fu Shiyan with some entertainment.
It was just for fun.
Being able to contribute over a million Faith Power is already a pleasant surprise.
Fu Shiyan leaned back on the soft cushions, recalling Yu Xiaogang's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, in the Underground Palace, and couldn't help but laugh again.
God of Farts. His farts are like a tsunami, endless and continuous. Luo Sanpao.
When he fabricated these things, he did it on a whim and never thought that Yu Xiaogang would actually believe them.
But this guy not only believed it, he believed it completely and earnestly, without even a sliver of doubt.
Fu Shiyan shook her head, put away the System Panel, stood up, and walked to the window.
Outside the window, the sunlight was just right, shining on the eaves of the Beichen Academy and gilding the green tiles with a faint golden hue.
In the distance, several Academy disciples were sparring on the training ground, the muffled sounds of their Soul Power colliding faintly audible.
He glanced again in the direction of Spirit City.
There should be some movement over there by now.
But that's for later, no rush.
Right now, there are other things to take care of.
A few days later.
At the entrance of the Beichen Academy, two burly figures stood side by side.
Tai Tan was dressed in a brand-new, fitted outfit, his hair was neatly combed, and he looked very energetic.
Niu Gao stood beside him, equally neatly dressed, but his expression showed more tension Tai Tan's.
Behind the two was a sturdy young man.
Tai Long.
He was wearing a dark blue Academy uniform, his back ramrod straight, but his expression was somewhat reluctant.
He glanced at the majestic Academy before him, then at his grandfather's obsequious demeanor, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Ever since his grandfather forcibly dragged him back and stuffed him into the Beichen Academy, he had been holding back his anger.
He was unconvinced.
He truly admired the dean of the Beichen Academy, who was the youngest Titled Douluo to be renowned throughout the Douluo Continent.
But he didn't think those students could be much better than him.
He, Tai Long, is fifteen years old and a level twenty-seven Soul Elder. Back in the Blue Tyrant Academy, he was destined to be the top student.
Until he met Tang San and the others.
Nine years old, level 44 Soul Ancestor.
The second ring lasts a thousand years, the fourth ring lasts ten thousand years.
Tai Long was completely stunned.
He thought his talent was already good enough, but compared to that blue-haired boy, he wasn't even qualified to compete.
Not just Tang San, but also Xiao Wu, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun —each of them was much younger than him, and each of them had a much higher Soul Power Level!
Tai Long was completely convinced.
Standing at the entrance of the Beichen Academy, looking at his grandfather and Clan Chief Niu Gao's serious expressions, he couldn't help but ask:
"Grandpa, where are we going?"
Tai Tan turned around and glared at him:
"Children shouldn't interrupt adults."
Tai Long pursed his lips and remained silent.
Niu Gao glanced at him and laughed:
"Old gorilla, your grandson is a student at the Beichen Academy now, so be more polite to him."
Tai Tan snorted:
"Students are students, and grandsons are grandsons. In my eyes, he's just a brat."
Tai Long shrank back, not daring to utter another word.
The three waited for a while before the Academy gates slowly opened.
Fu Shiyan, dressed in black with snow-white hair, walked out slowly.
Tai Tan and Niu Gao quickly stepped forward and bowed in respect:
"Greetings, Your His Excellency Tianqing!"
Tai Long followed suit and bowed, but he was a beat too slow and Tai Tan slapped him on the back of the head.
"You brat, you don't even know how to bow!"
Tai Long clutched the back of his head, grimacing, but dared not utter a sound.
Fu Shiyan glanced at him, a slight smile playing on her lips:
"Chief Tai Tan, there's no need for such formalities."
Tai Tan straightened up, rubbed his large, fan-like hands together, and laughed:
"Your Majesty, today is the day of the gathering of the Four Clans. This old servant and Clan Chief Niu Gao have come to ask if you would like to come along."
Fu Shiyan nodded slightly:
"Since I have nothing to do today, I'll go take a look."
Upon hearing this, Niu Gao's face lit up with joy:
"That's wonderful! Your Majesty, please!"
He stepped aside and gestured for me to proceed.
Fu Shiyan strode out of the Academy.
Tai Tan and Niu Gao followed behind him, one on his left and one on his right.
Tai Long followed obediently at the back, not daring to even breathe loudly.
The Star Luo Empire, the territory of the Breaking Clan.
The territory of the Breaking Clan is more remote than that of the Strength Clan and the Defense Clan, located in a mountain range on the southeastern border of the Star Luo Empire.
The terrain here is treacherous, easy to defend and difficult to attack, which perfectly matches the "unyielding" nature of the Breaking Clan.
The group arrived in the afternoon.
The territory of the Breaking Clan is not large, but its architectural style is rugged and bold, exuding a sense of "toughness".
The guards at the gate saw Niu Gao and Tai Tan and quickly went inside to report.
A moment later, a tall, middle-aged man with a stern face strode out.
"Old gorilla, Old Rhino, you two have finally arrived! Hahaha!"
He was dressed in a gray, close-fitting outfit, his hair was gray, but he was in high spirits, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.
Yang Wudi.
The patriarch of the Breaking Clan, an 81-level Soul Douluo.
Behind him followed a thin, gaunt old man, none other than Bai He, the patriarch of the Speed Clan, an 81-level Soul Douluo.
The two saw Niu Gao and Tai Tan and were about to greet them when their gazes fell simultaneously on the figure walking at the front.
The Bai He crane paused slightly.
Yang Wudi frowned.
They didn't know Fu Shiyan.
All that could be seen were Niu Gao and Tai Tan, one on each side, following behind a young man, their postures unusually respectful.
Who is this?
Yang Wudi's gaze swept over Fu Shiyan, then looked at Tai Tan, his eyes questioning.
Tai Tan didn't introduce himself immediately. Instead, he strode forward, walked to Fu Shiyan's side, stepped aside, and said in a loud voice:
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is His Excellency Tianqing!"
As soon as the words fell—
Yang Wudi's pupils suddenly contracted!
Bai He's expression also changed drastically!
Your His Excellency Tianqing!
Tianqing Douluo!
The youngest Titled Douluo!
These names exploded in their minds like thunderclaps.
Although they were in the Star Luo Empire, the turmoil at the Beichen Academy had already spread throughout the entire continent.
The name of the Tianqing Douluo was renowned among them.
But to their utter surprise, such a person would actually appear at the gathering of the Four Clans!
Yang Wudi's breath hitched slightly, and he instinctively straightened up.
A flicker of unease crossed his hard, expressionless face, but he quickly regained his composure.
He stepped forward and bowed deeply to Fu Shiyan:
"Yang Wudi of the Breaking Clan greets Your His Excellency Tianqing!"
The Bai He followed closely behind, bowing in respect.
"The Speed Clan, Bai He, greets Your His Excellency Tianqing!"
Fu Shiyan nodded slightly and raised her hand in a gesture of support:
"No need for such formalities, gentlemen."
Yang Wudi straightened up, his gaze falling on Tai Tan, his eyes full of questions.
Tai Tan patted his chest casually and laughed:
"Old Goat, Old White Bird, Old Rhino and I have joined the Beichen Academy. We've come to ask if you'd like to join us?"