Not a Sect, But an Alliance, a Community of Shared Destiny! Yang Wudi Agreed? (Seeking Follow-ups!)

Yang Wudi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to kill and loot that surged within his heart.

He knew that since Dugu Bo dared to come alone, he must have something to rely on.

Moreover, although this Old Poison Freak was usually sinister, his reputation was actually quite reliable.

"Hmph!

You had better not try any tricks!"

Yang Wudi snorted coldly and turned to lead the way, though his footsteps were noticeably more hurried than usual.

Dugu Yan followed behind Dugu Bo, calmly observing the manor of the Breaking Clan.

It was neither as quiet and elegant as Dugu Manor, nor as resplendent and magnificent as the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

Everything here appeared exceptionally rugged and practical.

The air was permeated with a rich scent of medicinal herbs, mixed with the cold, sharp aura of metal.

It was quite fitting for the style of the Breaking Clan, who practiced both alchemy and spear arts.

The three arrived at the reception hall.

After they took their seats as host and guests, Yang Wudi could not even wait for the servants to serve tea before impatiently speaking:

"Old Poison Freak, let's not beat around the bush."

"What conditions do you want to give me that Aromatic Silk Beauty?"

"Gold Soul Coins?

Rare metals?

Or do you want me to kill someone for you?"

"As long as it doesn't go against morality or involve heinous acts, this old man can agree to it!"

Yang Wudi's tone was resolute and decisive.

For the sake of this immortal herb, he was willing to pay a huge price.

With it, he could break through the bottleneck in his alchemy.

He would be able to attempt the refinement of many highly toxic medicines he had previously dared not touch, and the strength of the Breaking Clan would reach a new level!

Dugu Bo picked up the teacup that had just been brought over, took a slow, unhurried sip, and only then slowly raised his eyelids:

"Money?

This old man is not lacking in that."

"Killing?

This old man has his own hands."

"As for rare metals... do you think this old man looks like a blacksmith?"

"Then what exactly do you want?!"

Yang Wudi was so anxious he slammed the table, causing the teacup on top to jump.

Dugu Bo set down his teacup, his expression turning serious as he looked straight at Yang Wudi:

"I want you, and the entire Breaking Clan."

The hall instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The look of anxiety on Yang Wudi's face gradually faded, replaced by a layer of icy frost.

A sharp, peerless spear intent slowly rose from his body, and the surrounding air seemed to be sliced apart.

"Dugu Bo, are you playing me for a fool?"

Yang Wudi's voice was low and dangerous:

"You should know that ever since the Clear Sky Sect closed its mountain and abandoned us like stray dogs, I have sworn an oath."

"The Breaking Clan will never attach itself to any sect!"

"I don't even hold Martial Soul Hall in high regard, let alone you!"

"If you want me to be your dog, then you can get out right now!

I would rather go without this immortal herb!"

Although he said he didn't want it, the flash of pain and reluctance deep in Yang Wudi's eyes did not escape Yu Nan's notice.

Facing Yang Wudi's outburst, Dugu Bo was not the least bit flustered.

He did not even activate his protective soul power, merely sneering:

"Attach?

Be a dog?"

"Yang Wudi, you think too highly of yourself and too little of this old man."

"This old man has no interest in building any sect, nor do I have any interest in being your master."

"This old man only wants to find a way out for you, for the Breaking Clan, and... a chance for revenge."

Hearing the word "revenge," the aura radiating from Yang Wudi faltered slightly.

He stared fixedly at Dugu Bo:

"What do you mean?"

"The meaning is very simple."

Dugu Yan, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up.

Dugu Yan slowly stood up; although she was still young, the aura she exuded at this moment actually made Yang Wudi feel a trace of inexplicable pressure.

It was the coercion originating from a high-ranking dragon clan—faint, yet piercing directly into the soul.

Dugu Yan walked to the center of the hall, looking straight into Yang Wudi's sharp eyes, her voice crisp and firm:

"Clan Head Yang, we are not asking you to join some sect and be bound by its cumbersome rules."

"We simply want to form an alliance, a community of shared interests."

"You provide your medicinal refining techniques and martial support, and we provide the immortal herbs you dream of, protection, and the capital to confront Martial Soul Hall in the future."

"Confront Martial Soul Hall?"

Yang Wudi acted as if he had heard a colossal joke and sneered:

"Little girl, you have quite the big mouth."

"Just relying on you two, grandfather and granddaughter?"

"Plus me and my Breaking Clan?"

"Do you know how many Title Douluo Martial Soul Hall has?"

"Do you know how terrifying their foundation is?"

"Of course we know."

Dugu Yan smiled faintly, a smile tinged with mystery and confidence:

"But what if we could make every member of your Breaking Clan as powerful as a dragon?"

"What if I told you that besides the Aromatic Silk Beauty, we possess other medicines capable of enhancing your clansmen's aptitude?"

At this point, Dugu Yan paused, her gaze becoming as sharp as a blade:

"More importantly, Clan Head Yang, are you willing?"

"Willing to spend your whole life holed up in this tiny Dragon Rising City?"

"Willing to watch Martial Soul Hall grow stronger by the day while you remain powerless?"

"Willing to be abandoned by the Clear Sky Sect and just die in obscurity?"

This series of questions struck Yang Wudi's heart like a heavy hammer.

Of course he was not willing!

He dreamed of trampling the Pope Order of Martial Soul Hall beneath his feet!

He dreamed of showing those cowards in the Clear Sky Sect just how great a loss it was to be without his Breaking Clan!

"Empty words are no proof!"

Yang Wudi gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse:

"Why should I believe you have this kind of strength?"

"Just because your grandfather is a Title Douluo who plays with poison?"

"Level ninety-three."

Dugu Bo interjected at the right moment.

Simultaneously, his level ninety-three soul power pressure was released without reservation!

Boom!

The entire hall shook instantly, and the tables and chairs groaned in protest.

Yang Wudi's expression changed; his body involuntarily retreated half a step, his eyes filled with shock.

When they last met, this Old Poison Freak was barely level ninety-one. How could he have improved so quickly?!

"And furthermore..."

Dugu Bo retracted his pressure and raised his left hand, his fingers instantly transforming into pitch-black ghost claws, flickering with eerie light:

"Not only has my soul power surged, but I have also obtained two Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones, granting me two powerful offensive soul skills."

"Yang Wudi, as you are now, even if you risked your life, you might not be able to survive five moves under my hand."

Yang Wudi fell silent.

Strength is the best calling card.

The surge in Dugu Bo's strength proved that they indeed possessed special methods or opportunities.

Coupled with that Aromatic Silk Beauty...

The scales began to tip.

"This flower, is it really for me?"

Yang Wudi's voice softened, carrying a hint of final struggle.

"As long as you nod, it is yours."

Dugu Bo flipped his palm, and the Aromatic Silk Beauty appeared once more, its intoxicating fragrance filling the entire hall again.

"Not only that, but this old man can also promise that any rare medicinal herbs you need for refining in the future, as long as I can obtain them, I will never be stingy."

"Furthermore, we will not interfere with the specific affairs of your clan; we will simply support each other when the need arises."

Yang Wudi looked at the immortal herb, the struggle in his eyes vanishing completely, replaced by a touch of resolve.

He took a deep breath, stood up abruptly, and toward Dugu Bo—or rather, toward the immortal herb—he cupped his fists heavily:

"Fine!"

"This deal, this old man accepts!"

"From today on, the Breaking Clan is willing to form an alliance with Poison Douluo!"

Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan exchanged a glance, both seeing the smiles in each other's eyes.

The first cornerstone had been secured!

And just at this moment, Yu Nan's lazy voice echoed once again within Dugu Yan's Sea of Consciousness:

"Since you've reined in this stubborn mule, don't just sit idle."

"Ask him about the 'Divine Craftsman' Lou Gao of Gengxin City, as well as... news regarding the Speed Clan."

"Since we're going to stir things up, let's make it big."