Breaking Clan

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Su Yun Tao quickly exited the arena, not even bothering to collect the ten Gold Soul Coins won from his victory.

The degree to which the major powers of Douluo Continent exploited others was significantly more ruthless than in the other space-time he knew; a Spirit Master with an Iron rank could only claim ten Gold Soul Coins for a victory, a sum that was utterly disproportionate to the massive revenue his battles generated.

Just as Su Yun Tao reached the entrance of the Spirit Fighting Arena and was about to step out, an elderly man in fine robes, accompanied by a group of guards, blocked his path.

"Young friend, my master requests your presence."

Su Yun Tao said calmly, "My apologies, I have urgent matters to attend to. This humble one will visit your master another day."

A look of displeasure crossed the old man's face; it was clear he found Su Yun Tao's words far too dismissive.

"Young friend, you don't even know the name of my master, so how can you speak of visiting another day?"

Su Yun Tao said indifferently, "My apologies, this humble one truly has matters to attend to. It is genuinely inconvenient to meet your master tonight."

The old man sneered, "Young friend, my master has ties to the Imperial family. I advise you to come with us."

Su Yun Tao remained expressionless, his demeanor detached. "Sir, I have already said that I have matters to attend to tonight."

Before the words had even faded, Su Yun Tao strode forward, intending to leave, but the guards raised their halberds to block his path.

"Oh?" Su Yun Tao sneered. "Is this your intention to resort to force?"

The old man said in a deep voice, "Young friend, it would be better if you came with me."

The corners of Su Yun Tao's mouth curled up slightly, and he said with disdain, "And what if I don't?"

The old man's expression grew troubled. The young man before him was already a Soul King at such a tender age, and he was undoubtedly one of the most powerful Soul Kings in the world today.

Whether it was the blue-gold mask on his face or his tone and bearing, everything signaled four words: he had powerful backing!

Looking at the young powerhouse before him, wearing the blue-gold mask treasured by the elders of Martial Soul Hall and maintaining such a calm and indifferent expression, the old man ultimately did not dare to stop him.

There is a saying: the wealthier people are, the more they like to keep a low profile. Even if you aren't rich, you can still keep a low profile, until you are so low-profile that you look like a rich person.

Su Yun Tao was doing the same; it didn't matter that he had no background. As long as he played the part, the other party would naturally fill in the blanks with their own imagination.

After leaving the Spirit Fighting Arena, Su Yun Tao returned to the hotel where he was staying and made do with a night in a luxurious prince's suite.

The next morning, a refreshed Su Yun Tao arrived at the location of the Breaking Clan within Star Luo City.

Heaven Dou City and Star Luo City, the capitals of the two great empires, were the best choices for the four single-attribute clans. As the capitals, the Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire were the absolute masters of these cities, and even Martial Soul Hall dared not act recklessly here.

"This humble one is Su Yun Tao. Please, the two of you, pass on a message; this humble one wishes to see your clan head, Yang Wudi." Su Yun Tao spoke slowly, and accompanying his words were five spirit rings: two yellow, two purple, and one black.

The two gatekeepers looked shocked; the man in the blue-gold mask before them, who looked no older than twenty, was actually a Soul King!

"Sir, please wait a moment. We will go and report this immediately."

Inside the alchemy room of the Breaking Clan, an elderly man with a gaunt frame, sharp, vulture-like eyes, and several scars on his face roared, "No! I don't know anyone named Su Yun Tao. Tell him to get lost!"

"Clan Head, but that young man named Su Yun Tao looks to be only in his twenties and is already a Soul King. Perhaps you should see him."

"I said no!" Yang Wudi barked. "Don't talk to me about him being a Soul King; even if a Titled Douluo came, I wouldn't see them! How many times must I say it? Do not disturb me while I am refining medicine! Do not disturb me! Do not disturb me! If you dare disturb my alchemy again, I'll use you to test my medicine tonight!"

"Yes, yes! Clan Head!" the gatekeeper said in a panic.

He naturally knew his clan head's temperament, but the visit of a young Soul King powerhouse in his twenties was a matter of great importance. He simply hadn't expected Yang Wudi's obsession with alchemy to be so profound.

"Go! Tell him to get lost! Remember! Even if the sky falls and the earth cracks, do not disturb my alchemy! I, Yang Wudi! Even if I die, even if I die out there, I will finish refining this batch of medicine first!"

Upon receiving the news, Su Yun Tao smiled; clearly, he had guessed that Yang Wudi was in the middle of alchemy.

"Could you two please help me again..."

Before Su Yun Tao could finish, the two gatekeepers waved their hands hurriedly. "Sir, our Clan Head is addicted to alchemy like his life depends on it. If the process is interrupted, the consequences are unimaginable. You had best come back another day."

Su Yun Tao waved his hand. "Then, on which day does your Clan Head not refine medicine?"

The two gatekeepers looked at each other, speechless. It seemed their Clan Head refined medicine at least three hundred and sixty-six days out of a three-hundred-and-sixty-five-day year.

Seeing this, Su Yun Tao shook his head. "Two gentlemen, please trouble yourselves to pass on a message when your Clan Head is resting. Just say these words: Aromatic Silk Beauty."

A look of confusion appeared in the eyes of the two gatekeepers. "Sir, what does this mean?"

Su Yun Tao smiled. "Just pass on the exact words. I believe your Clan Head will see me. Also, since I don't know when your Clan Head will finish his alchemy, I will spend a few days touring Star Luo City and will return then."

The next morning, with a deafening boom, the batch of pills Yang Wudi had poured his heart and soul into finally exploded.

Yang Wudi, who hadn't closed his eyes for days and nights, let out a long howl toward the sky, then sat down at the dining table, exhausted, and began to gorge himself.

"You brats, prepare the medicinal herbs immediately! I am going to rest. Remember, as soon as they are ready, wake me up. I! Yang Wudi! Even if I die, I will finish refining this batch of pills!"

"Clan Head, that Su Yun Tao left a message for you."

"Speak if you have something to say, and be quick about it! I don't have time to waste on you!"

"Aromatic Silk Beauty."

Bang! The bowl in Yang Wudi's hand dropped to the floor.

"Y-y-you... what did you say?"

"Clan Head, Aromatic Silk Beauty," the gatekeeper said, his face full of astonishment.

Yang Wudi clutched his chest with both hands; his heart was pounding violently.

"Clan Head!"

"Little ones, quick! Quickly invite the honored guest inside!"

"Patriarch, that Su Yun Tao already left yesterday."

"What! He left!" Yang Wudi roared, "Why wasn't I notified of such an important matter yesterday!"

"Patriarch!" the gatekeeper said, trembling with fear, "It was you who said that you were not to be disturbed while refining medicine."

"Useless, a bunch of useless trash!" Yang Wudi was incensed, "Search, all of you go and search! Everyone in the Breaking Clan, from eighty years old down to eight, including those missing arms or legs, all of you go and search for him!"