The Breaking Clan

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Su Yuntao quickly left the arena. He didn't even bother to collect the ten Gold Soul Coins he'd won for his victory in the Soul Fighting match.

The major powers of Douluo Continent squeezed every last drop out of people far more ruthlessly than those in the other world. An Iron Soul Fighter earned just ten Gold Soul Coins for a single victory, a paltry sum compared with the enormous revenue his fight brought in.

Just as Su Yuntao reached the entrance of the Soul Fighting Arena and was about to leave, a richly dressed old man and a group of guards blocked his way.

"Young friend, my lord would like to see you."

Su Yuntao replied calmly, "I'm sorry, but I have an urgent matter. I'll pay your lord a visit another day."

The old man's face showed his displeasure. Su Yuntao's excuse was obviously far too perfunctory.

"Young friend, you don't even know my lord's name. How can you speak of visiting him another day?"

Su Yuntao said mildly, "I'm sorry, but I really do have something to attend to. It's simply not convenient for me to meet your lord tonight."

The old man sneered. "Young friend, my lord has royal connections. Take my advice and come with me."

Su Yuntao remained expressionless and utterly calm. "Sir, I've already said that I have plans tonight."

Before the words had left his mouth, Su Yuntao strode forward to leave, but the guards raised their halberds and blocked his path.

"Oh?" Su Yuntao sneered. "Are you planning to use force?"

The old man said in a low voice, "Young friend, you'd be better off coming with me."

The corner of Su Yuntao's mouth curled slightly. "And what if I don't?"

The old man looked troubled. The young man before him was already a Soul King at such a tender age—and undoubtedly one of the most powerful Soul Kings alive.

Whether it was the Blue-Gold Mask on his face or his tone and manner, everything about him made one thing clear: he had powerful backing!

Looking at the young powerhouse wearing a Blue-Gold Mask treasured by a Spirit Hall elder, his expression as serene as still water, the old man ultimately didn't dare stop him.

As the saying went, the richer a person was, the more they liked to keep a low profile. Even if you weren't rich, you could still keep a low profile—until you seemed like a rich man.

That was exactly Su Yuntao's plan. It didn't matter if he had no backing. As long as he played his part, the other side would fill in the rest themselves.

After leaving the Soul Fighting Arena, Su Yuntao returned to his hotel and made do with a night in its luxurious prince's suite.

Early the next morning, Su Yuntao arrived at the Breaking Clan's residence in Star Luo City, refreshed and full of energy.

The capitals of the two great empires, Heaven Dou City and Star Luo City, were ideal locations for the Four Single-Attribute Clans. As the capitals of their respective empires, the Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire held absolute control over these cities. Even Spirit Hall couldn't throw its weight around there.

"My name is Su Yuntao. Sorry for the trouble, but could you please inform your clan leader, Yang Wudi, that I'd like to meet him?" Su Yuntao spoke calmly. As he did, two yellow, two purple, and one black Soul Rings appeared around him.

The two gatekeepers stared in shock. The Blue Gold Masked man before them looked no older than twenty-something, yet he was a Soul King!

"Sir, please wait a moment. We'll report this right away."

In the Breaking Clan's alchemy room, a lean, tall old man with narrow, sinister eyes and several scars on his face roared, "I'm not seeing him! I don't know any bastard named Su Yuntao. Tell him to get lost!"

"Clan leader, that young man called Su Yuntao looks no older than twenty-something, yet he's already a Soul King. You should at least meet him."

"No!" Yang Wudi barked. "I wouldn't see him even if he were a Titled Douluo! How many times have I told you not to disturb me while I'm refining medicine? Don't disturb me! Don't disturb me! Don't disturb me! Interrupt me again, and I'll use you to test my medicine tonight!"

"Yes, yes, clan leader!" the gatekeeper said hurriedly.

He knew his clan leader's temperament, but a young Soul King who looked no older than twenty-something had come to visit. It was an important matter, and he hadn't expected Yang Wudi to be so obsessed with refining medicine.

"Get going! Tell him to get lost! Remember, even if the sky falls and the earth splits open, don't disturb me while I'm refining medicine! I, Yang Wudi, would rather die—die out there—than fail to finish this batch!"

When Su Yuntao heard the news, he smiled. He'd guessed that Yang Wudi was in the middle of refining medicine.

"Sorry for the trouble, could you two—"

Before Su Yuntao could finish, the gatekeepers quickly waved their hands. "Sir, our clan leader is obsessed with medicine. If he's interrupted while refining it, the consequences could be disastrous. You'd better come back another day."

Su Yuntao waved a hand. "Then when does your clan leader take a day off from refining medicine?"

The two gatekeepers looked at each other, dumbfounded. It seemed their clan leader refined medicine at least three hundred and sixty-six days a year.

Su Yuntao shook his head at their reaction. "Gentlemen, when your clan leader is resting, please tell him just a few words: Aromatic Silk Beauty."

Confusion flickered in the gatekeepers' eyes. "Sir, what do you mean?"

Su Yuntao smiled. "Just pass along my exact words. I'm sure your clan leader will agree to see me. I don't know when he'll finish refining his medicine, so I'll spend a few days sightseeing in Star Luo City and come back later."

Early the next morning, a tremendous bang rang out as the batch of elixir Yang Wudi had poured his heart and soul into refining finally exploded.

Yang Wudi hadn't slept for several nights. He threw his head back and roared, then sat down at the dining table, exhausted, and began to wolf down his food.

"You brats, prepare the medicinal ingredients at once! I'm going to rest. Wake me as soon as everything's ready. I, Yang Wudi, would rather die than fail to refine this batch of elixir!"

"Clan leader, Su Yuntao asked me to pass along a message."

"Spit it out! I don't have time to waste on you!"

"Aromatic Silk Beauty."

With a clatter, the big bowl in Yang Wudi's hands dropped to the floor.

"W-what did you say?"

"Clan leader, Aromatic Silk Beauty," the gatekeeper repeated, his face full of shock.

Yang Wudi clutched his chest, his heart pounding violently.

"Clan leader!"

"Quick! Hurry and invite our honored guest inside!"

"Clan leader, Su Yuntao left yesterday."

"What! He left?" Yang Wudi roared. "Why didn't you tell me something this important yesterday?"

"Clan leader!" The gatekeeper was trembling with fear. "You said not to disturb you while you were refining medicine."

"Useless! A bunch of useless idiots!" Yang Wudi was beside himself with rage. "Find him! All of you, go find him! Everyone in the Breaking Clan, from eighty years old down to eight—including those missing arms or legs—get out there and find him!"