How Could Uncle Die

It can only be said that Gu Qingshan combined with the Blue Silver Emperor Spirit Bone is too much of a cheat; unless you can kill him in an instant, he is an unkillable cockroach, and this cockroach even possesses outrageous recovery abilities.

As for Yang Wudi, his internal organs were shattered, and he died with his eyes wide open in disbelief!

The several elders sat in their chairs, dumbfounded, as if turned to stone. Although Yang Wudi had a foul temper and a sharp tongue, his strength was truly absurd, the kind that could bridge a ten-level gap.

Now, right under their very noses, he was gone in a single strike.

This Martial Soul Hall Holy Son is too terrifying!

The elders remained motionless, and no one dared to speak.

Gu Qingshan brushed the dust off his clothes and spoke again: "Now, who approves and who opposes?"

The elders exchanged glances, stood up in unison, walked to the center of the hall, faced Gu Qingshan, and bowed their heads in submission.

"The Breaking Clan is willing to submit to Martial Soul Hall."

Not a single person opposed, and not a single person hesitated.

Their dissatisfaction with Yang Wudi had not been a matter of a day or two.

Yang Wudi's temper was too foul and his personality too rigid, offending many people.

Now that Yang Wudi was dead, they actually felt a sense of relief.

With someone else sitting in the position of clan leader, the Breaking Clan's business could be run better, and the clansmen could live better lives.

What if they submitted to Martial Soul Hall?

The Speed Clan submitted, and they were living just fine.

The Strength Clan and the Defense Clan refused to submit, and now not even their ashes remained.

Gu Qingshan was very satisfied; these old fellows were very sensible.

"The Breaking Clan will continue to run your business, and Martial Soul Hall will not interfere. However, when Martial Soul Hall needs you, you must provide full support. Martial Soul Hall can also provide the Breaking Clan with medicinal herbs—high-quality ones that you couldn't buy even with money."

The elders' eyes lit up, and they looked at Gu Qingshan with eager anticipation.

"What kind of medicinal herbs?"

Gu Qingshan took out the long wooden box and opened the lid, revealing a blood-red, ginseng-like herb.

The gray-haired Great Elder could no longer tear his eyes away; he was so excited he nearly jumped up, his fingers trembling as he pointed at the wooden box.

"Is... is this the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng?"

This was the tremor from the depths of the soul of an old apothecary who had refined medicine his entire life upon seeing a dream-like, top-tier medicinal herb.

This Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng had always been hidden away by that old thing Bai He, who wouldn't even let them touch it.

He never expected that old thing would actually be willing to offer it to the Holy Son.

Gu Qingshan watched the expressions of the elders, closed the wooden box, and tapped his fingers lightly on the lid.

The elders' gazes followed the wooden box, moving from Gu Qingshan's hands to his face.

"This Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng is a gift for you all."

The Great Elder shuffled his knees across the floor, moving closer to Gu Qingshan, and knocked his head heavily against the ground.

The other elders did the same.

"Many thanks, Your Highness Holy Son!"

"The Breaking Clan will never forget the great kindness of Your Highness Holy Son!"

Gu Qingshan looked at the kowtowing elders and continued: "If you perform well in the future, even Immortal Grade medicinal herbs are a possibility."

The kowtowing stopped, their kneeling bodies stiffened, and the elders looked up simultaneously, their eyes wide.

"Immortal... Immortal Grade?"

The legendary Immortal Grade medicinal herbs, nurtured by the essence of heaven and earth, possessing miraculous effects.

The Holy Son even has such Immortal Grade items?

This submission was the right choice!

Submission is good!

We must submit!

"Work hard, I have high hopes for you."

Gu Qingshan handed the wooden box to the Great Elder.

Bai Chenxiang felt complex emotions as she watched Gu Qingshan give away her family's heirloom to the Breaking Clan.

Even when the Speed Clan couldn't afford to eat, her grandfather never thought of selling it, yet now it was easily given away by the Holy Son.

She didn't have any issues with Gu Qingshan; she was simply lamenting that power is truly a wonderful thing!

Strength and power are the foundation of everything!

If you have power and status, you can do whatever you want!

What you view as a treasure might just be an ordinary object in the eyes of those with power and status.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's gaze swept over the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, the corners of his mouth curling upward slightly.

He had seen plenty of fine treasures, even a whole heap of immortal herbs from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, so a spiritual medicine of the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng's caliber could no longer stir his heart.

Yet, he had to admit that this ginseng was indeed a fine item; with five thousand years of age, its medicinal properties were perfectly preserved, and the quality of the ginseng body was flawless.

Ghost Douluo did not even open his eyes, as he had always been uninterested in rare treasures, with the exception of the Nether Other Shore Flower that the Holy Son had gifted him.

Clear Sky Sect.

After reading the intelligence sent by Tang Hao, Tang Xiao remained silent for a long time.

The Great Elder noticed the change in Tang Xiao's expression, his brows knitting together slightly.

Tang Xiao was not a man who wore his emotions on his sleeve; in all the years he had seen Tang Xiao handle countless thorny matters, he had never once seen him display such an expression.

The Great Elder placed his teacup on the table and leaned forward slightly. "Sect Master, what is the intelligence?"

Tang Xiao did not answer; his gaze remained fixed on the paper, his fingers rubbing against its edge, his entire being appearing lost and dejected.

The Great Elder's brows furrowed even tighter, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

"Sect Master?"

Tang Xiao finally raised his head, his complexion ghastly.

Only after a moment did he speak slowly.

"Younger brother sent word that Grandfather Tang Chen passed away not long ago."

The hall instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Then came disbelief and questioning.

"How could Great Uncle be dead? Great Uncle was a ninety-nine-level Limit Douluo! No one on the continent could kill him!"

"Right, it must be that brat Tang Hao spouting nonsense!"

"How outrageous! Is this something to joke about?"

The elders nodded in agreement one after another; they simply did not believe it.

Tang Chen was the legend of the Clear Sky Sect, one of the strongest men on the continent, and the greatest genius the Clear Sky Sect had seen in hundreds of years.

Tang Chen was the faith and the backbone of the Clear Sky Sect.

After a long while, once everyone's emotions had settled, Tang Xiao continued, "Younger brother would not joke about such a matter. He said he saw it with his own eyes, right there in the City of Slaughter."

"He also said that Grandfather's fall is related to that Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall."

The Great Elder's pupils contracted violently—it was that Gu Qingshan again.

Gu Qingshan's recent string of earth-shattering deeds had been spreading like wildfire.

What kind of monster was this youth, exactly?

How could he have done so much in the short span of a single year?

How could he, at such an age, turn the entire continent upside down?

Tang Xiao picked the paper up from the table, unfolded it, and read it once more.

"Younger brother has become the new King of Slaughter, and his soul power has even risen to level ninety-seven. Based on my understanding of him, the information should be true."

The Great Elder's body swayed, nearly collapsing.

"Seen with his own eyes?"

Tang Xiao did not answer.

The Great Elder's body finally gave out; it was as if all the bones had been pulled from him, and he slumped into his chair.

The sky had collapsed!