One Day, I'll Storm Clear Sky Sect! Dugu Bo, Do You Want to Save Your Son? (Seeking Follow-ups!)

The expression on Ning Fengzhi's face froze instantly, looking as unsightly as if he had swallowed a dead fly.

Twenty million Gold Soul Coins—his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could scrape that together if they gritted their teeth.

But six top-tier spirit bones over fifty thousand years old?

Even if he turned the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's treasury upside down, they absolutely could not muster such a reserve!

This was nothing short of cutting off flesh and draining blood!

"Your Highness the Holy Son is joking..."

Ning Fengzhi coughed dryly, retreated half a step in embarrassment, and his tone softened immediately.

"This is a grudge between your sects; it is truly inconvenient for me to interfere too much."

"If you can't afford the compensation, then obediently shut your mouth and stand aside!"

Qian Yu let out a cold snort, not even bothering to glance at the livid Ning Fengzhi again.

He turned his head, swept his gaze toward Tang Tian and Yu Yuanzhen on the ground, and raised the blood-dripping Death Scythe in his hand once more.

"My patience is limited.

I will ask one last time: will you pay this compensation, or not?"

"We will!

We will pay!"

Seeing the killing intent on Qian Yu's body surge again, the heavily injured Tang Tian, terrified that he might cleave Tang Hao in two with a single strike, hurriedly shouted out in his weakness.

"Father!"

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's eyes were filled with humiliation, their eyes bloodshot.

"All of you, shut up!

Is it not embarrassing enough already?!"

Tang Tian gritted his teeth so hard that blood spilled from the corners of his mouth again. He stared fixedly at Qian Yu and said, word by word.

"Ten million Gold Soul Coins, three top-tier spirit bones, the Clear Sky Sect... admits defeat!"

Qian Yu nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze toward Yu Yuanzhen, who was still gasping for air, his eyes icy:

"Sect Master Yu, what about you?

Do you intend to use your other arm to pay the debt, or will you fill it with the lives of the others in your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

Yu Yuanzhen clutched his severed arm tightly, his face as pale as paper, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

Looking at the severed arm on the ground and meeting Qian Yu's gaze—which looked at him as if he were already a dead man—the last shred of pride in his heart finally collapsed completely.

"We will... the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will also pay..."

Yu Yuanzhen lowered his head in humiliation, his voice as hoarse as a broken bellows; he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

"Very good, those who know the times are wise."

Qian Yu sneered and finally put away the Death Scythe.

He looked down at the disheveled crowd from his superior position and coldly tossed out a final sentence:

"I give you one month to deliver the items, intact, to Martial Soul City.

If even one spirit bone or one gold coin is missing, or if you dare to try and fool me with inferior goods..."

Qian Yu paused, his tone filled with chilling killing intent:

"Next time, I will go to your two sects' headquarters myself and collect them one by one!"

With that, Qian Yu retracted his martial soul and strode away with Bibi Dong without looking back.

After the two had walked some distance, Bibi Dong recalled the scene just now and asked softly, still somewhat worried:

"Brother Qian Yu, the Clear Sky Sect has always been arrogant and proud, not to mention that Tang Chen is still alive today.

The conditions you set are so harsh; if they refuse to pay when the time comes, what should we do?"

Qian Yu heard this and smiled indifferently, a flash of sharp light crossing his eyes:

"Pay?

I knew long ago that, given the nature of those people in the Clear Sky Sect, it is almost impossible for them to obediently hand over three top-tier spirit bones."

Bibi Dong was stunned:

"Then why did you..."

"This is called having a just cause."

Qian Yu snorted coldly and said calmly:

"Whether they pay or not, I must first pin this debt firmly upon their heads.

When I have absolute strength in the future, this will be my legitimate reason to march upon the Clear Sky Sect."

"...the best excuse to reclaim these resources with interest!"

Bibi Dong suddenly realized, her beautiful eyes sparkling with brilliance:

"So, Brother Qian Yu had a plan all along."

The two returned to the Martial Soul Sacred Hall.

As soon as they entered the main hall, Gu Ying walked over.

"Yu'er, Dong'er, you're back."

"Mother, looking at your expression, is there some new information?"

Qian Yu asked casually.

Gu Ying nodded and said:

"We just received confirmed intelligence from our scouts.

Dugu Bo, whom you specifically instructed us to keep a close watch on, along with his son Dugu Xin...

Have already appeared within Heaven Dou City!"

"In Heaven Dou City?"

A bright light flashed in Qian Yu's eyes, and he decided decisively:

"There is no time to lose.

Mother, Dong'er and I will head over now."

Gu Ying frowned slightly, asking with some concern:

"Should I send a few more bishops to accompany you?

That old monster Dugu Bo has a reclusive personality, and his poison arts are impossible to guard against. I'm afraid you might suffer."

"No need."

Qian Yu waved his hand, smiling confidently:

"Too many people will only make him suspicious and resentful.

Besides, I am going there to save a life this time; he will be too busy thanking me to do anything else.

Dong'er, let's go."

"Mm!"

Bibi Dong nodded immediately and followed.

Without the slightest delay, the two left the Martial Soul Sacred Hall and headed straight for the Dugu Manor in Heaven Dou City.

In front of the Dugu Manor gates, two guards saw them approaching and immediately stepped forward to block their path:

"Halt!

This is the Dugu residence. Who goes there?"

Qian Yu's expression was calm as he spoke indifferently:

"Martial Soul Hall, Qian Yu.

Go inform Dugu Bo that I have come to see him to discuss a deal concerning the life and death of his Dugu family."

The guards' expressions changed, and just as they were about to lash out, a cold, hoarse voice drifted from inside the gates:

"What a big mouth!

I would like to see who dares to spout such nonsense in front of my Dugu Manor!"

Accompanied by a faint, fishy breeze, Dugu Bo, dressed in a dark green robe with a cold and stern face, appeared at the gate like a ghost.

He stared at Qian Yu with sinister eyes and sneered:

"The Holy Son of the Martial Soul Hall?

I have always kept to myself and stayed out of the Martial Soul Hall's business.

You come to my door today and curse my Dugu family with life-or-death talk—what is your intention?"

Dugu Bo and Dugu Xin had only just returned.

It was normal that they did not know what Qian Yu had done at the Great Soul Arena today.

Facing Dugu Bo's pressure, Qian Yu did not retreat at all; instead, a confident smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"Dugu Bo, let's speak plainly.

Your son Dugu Xin is currently suffering from the backlash of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent poison, which has seeped into his bone marrow. He doesn't have long to live, does he?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Dugu Bo's pupils shrank violently, and an extremely dangerous, murky green poisonous miasma erupted from his body:

"How do you know that?!"

Facing Dugu Bo's lethal poisonous miasma, Qian Yu did not even furrow his brow.

He merely released a wisp of soul power, completely isolating the encroaching poisonous gas.

"Dugu Bo, drop the act.

If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't be standing here with just one person."

Qian Yu's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable confidence:

"The flaws of your Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul might be unknown to others, but in my eyes, they are no secret."

Dugu Bo stared intently at Qian Yu, killing intent and surprise warring in his eyes.

After a moment, he slowly retracted the poisonous miasma, gritting his teeth and saying:

"So what if you know?

Are you here to mock this old man!"