Blue Silver Emperor's Seed of Life

The disciples of the Clear Sky Sect were all slaves to their sect; to them, the sect's heritage was the most important thing in existence.

The sect was now completely enveloped by the Jade Phosphorous Serpent poison, and these disciples had no hope of survival. Since that was the case, for the sake of the sect's legacy, they had to be abandoned; they could not be allowed to block the path to the secret passage or delay the evacuation.

"All disciples, hurry to the secret passage and escape the mountain range!"

Once Tang Xiao and the Six Elders of Clear Sky had entered the secret passage and confirmed that no one was blocking the way, the Second Elder's roar echoed from within the toxic mist, prompting the panicked disciples to react and rush into the poison.

Yet, even the Spirit Douluo elders believed their own survival was unlikely; could these Clear Sky Sect disciples, who didn't even possess a single Spirit Douluo among them, successfully charge through the toxic barrier and evacuate? Even if they managed to escape the sect, could they withstand the poison that had already invaded their bodies?

Regardless, these Clear Sky Sect disciples were undoubtedly dead. Relying on his own strength, the Spirit Douluo Dugu Bo had slaughtered hundreds of rats wielding the world's number one tool spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, effectively destroying the Clear Sky Sect.

At the foot of the mountain, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yang Wudi, and the other disciples of the Breaking Clan looked up at the verdant, poison-drenched Clear Sky Sect mountain range. Yang Wudi burst into laughter: "Hahaha, you bastards of the Clear Sky Sect, you're finished now! Just rot away in that poison!"

"Old Poison, I never expected you to be this formidable."

Watching Dugu Bo's terrifying ability to wipe out the Clear Sky Sect with a single wave of poison, Chrysanthemum Douluo felt a tremor in his heart. For the first time, he gained a clear understanding of just how terrifying a poison-attribute Spirit Master could be in group combat.

But what Chrysanthemum Douluo found even more terrifying was Qian Daoliu. This guardian deity of Martial Soul Hall was not only sharp-eyed and cunning as a demon, but his strategic planning was also ruthless. From beginning to end, he had merely spoken a few words without ever lifting a finger, yet he had brought about the destruction of the Clear Sky Sect.

He had perfectly bypassed the promise made to that Clear Sky Sect ancestor, Tang Chen, that Martial Soul Hall would not be allowed to set foot in the Clear Sky Sect under his watch.

Indeed, Martial Soul Hall hadn't made a move; it was Dugu Bo who had acted, and Dugu Bo was not a member of Martial Soul Hall.

By eliminating the world's number one sect, Martial Soul Hall had suffered zero losses and zero attrition, while their strength had instead surged significantly.

Thinking of Qian Daoliu's terrifying methods and the glorious achievements of the Pope after ascending to power, Chrysanthemum Douluo couldn't help but sigh: a tiger father had produced a dog of a son.

How could the Great Elder, with such surpassing wisdom and strength, have a son like the Pope, who was nothing more than a spendthrift?

At this moment, a grey-robed, green-haired figure descended from the sky in a few leaps, arriving before the Martial Soul Hall Spirit Masters. Who else could it be but Dugu Bo?

Dugu Bo said: "Chrysanthemum Guan, I have dealt with the Clear Sky Sect as the Great Elder instructed. Now, about the poison on Yanyan..."

Before he could finish, veins bulged on Chrysanthemum Douluo's forehead: "Old Poison, are you looking for death? As a Spirit Douluo joining Martial Soul Hall, you should address me as Elder Chrysanthemum."

"For showing disrespect within Martial Soul Hall, This Seat could strike you down at any moment. As for that little girl's poison, let whoever wants to cure it do so."

Dugu Bo cursed Chrysanthemum Douluo internally for being a meddlesome busybody, but he quickly changed his tone: "Elder Chrysanthemum, look, I have performed such a great service for Martial Soul Hall; surely you can cure my granddaughter."

Hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression softened: "Hmph, This Seat will cure the little girl. Just have her inhale the fragrance of the Aromatic Silk Beauty for a few breaths every day."

Chrysanthemum Douluo turned to look at Yang Wudi, who was clearly unwilling and worried about the Aromatic Silk Beauty being damaged again: "Yang Wudi, the Great Elder has decided that from now on, This Seat, Dugu Bo, and your Breaking Clan will jointly manage the pharmacological knowledge of Martial Soul Hall."

Martial Soul Hall's expertise in pharmacology was primarily held by these three; most other knowledge was simply recorded in books by predecessors and utilized by the Hall, with few Spirit Masters interested enough to continue researching it.

Just as Yang Wudi was about to speak, a fierce light flashed in Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes. He looked toward a plain-looking cliff ahead and said: "Enough, let's not dwell on this. The last few little rats of the Clear Sky Sect are about to run out; let us prepare."

In just a few breaths, a thunderous boom erupted, and rubble flew into the air.

From the cliff face ahead, the Six Elders of Clear Sky and Tang Xiao emerged, having broken through the toxic barrier and escaped via the secret passage the sect had carved out. Their bodies were tinged with green, though the intensity varied.

Chrysanthemum Douluo said playfully: "Oh, oh, oh, Clear Sky Sect. This Seat should have already conveyed the Great Elder's decree: anyone who dares to leave that mountain range shall be killed without mercy."

"Since you have run out, don't blame us in Martial Soul Hall for breaking our promise and attacking you."

Seeing the Martial Soul Hall Spirit Masters, with Dugu Bo among them, and thinking of their brothers and sisters who had died so miserably, Tang Xiao and the Six Elders of Clear Sky felt their eyes turn blood-red. They breathed like oxen, their hatred reaching the heavens.

"Martial Soul Hall!!!"

Tang Xiao and the Six Elders of Clear Sky roared as they brandished their Clear Sky Hammers and charged forward.

Heaven Dou Empire, Fasinuo Province, Holy Soul Village.

It was a small village about the same size as the Clear Sky Sect's entrance, home to only two or three hundred people. In the center of Holy Soul Village stood a worn, dirty stone pillar covered in moss.

A piece was missing from the center of the pillar, and judging by the marks, it had been struck by immense force.

The person who caused this mark was a Spirit Saint who had emerged from Holy Soul Village many years ago, which was why the small village had been renamed Holy Soul Village.

High above Holy Soul Village, Qian Daoliu quietly watched the small village below and muttered: "It should be here. Strange, why do I not sense the aura of a powerful Titled Douluo? Could it be that Tang Hao didn't run here?"

Qian Daoliu was not entirely certain, because the stone cave where Ah Yin resided in the original story could not have been carved out without time, and Tang San also needed to be fed. This location was in the center of the two empires, not too far from Martial Soul Hall or the place where Tang Hao and Qian Xunji had clashed.

In other words, if Tang Hao were to live in seclusion, it should be in this village.

Beside Holy Soul Village stood three thatched huts.

An old man of about fifty, hunched over and holding a cane, shouted: "Tang Hao! Tang Hao! Where the hell have you gone?"

"Someone is looking for you to forge iron; how can you be nowhere to be found for half the day?"

This old man was Old Jack, the village chief of Holy Soul Village.

A blacksmith had recently come to Holy Soul Village, and his forging skills were quite good; the farm tools he produced were very durable, so business was constant. Yet today, Tang Hao was nowhere to be seen.

Originally, Old Jack didn't want to get involved, but thinking of Tang Hao with a son, and knowing Tang Hao was a heavy drinker, he worried that Tang Hao might have drunk himself into a stupor somewhere and feared Tang San might starve to death, so he had come to check the thatched huts.

As it turned out, there wasn't a soul in the huts.

Not here? Took the kid and left? Such a coincidence?

Qian Daoliu looked at the extinguished charcoal fire in the hut, pondered for a moment, and then headed toward the mountains behind Holy Soul Village.

Soon, Qian Daoliu arrived before a range of rolling mountains. On one side of the valley, a waterfall about twenty meters wide hung like a jade belt against a cliff nearly two hundred meters high; the rumbling sound was caused by it crashing into the pool below.

The waterfall poured down, striking the pool and splashing countless droplets. Under the sunlight, a seven-colored rainbow arched across the pool, indescribably beautiful.

Upon arriving, a cool, moist mist rushed toward him, the humid air refreshing and exceptionally comfortable.

Qian Daoliu probed the waterfall with his spiritual power. Hidden behind the cascade was a stone cave, and inside the cave was a small mound of earth, upon which sat a newly sprouted Blue Silver Grass seed.

"So that is how it is. Asura, how long can you protect it?"