Agreeing to Join Nine Nether Hall with the Entire Clan!

Dugu Bo did not answer directly.

He took a jade bottle from his Ruyi Hundred Treasure Pouch, poured out a snow-white pill, and placed it on the table.

The pill emitted a faint fragrance. It was not strong, but smelling it invigorated the mind.

"You have Pill Poison in your body. You have refined medicine your entire life and consumed quite a few pills, allowing Pill Poison to accumulate in your body for decades. Your joints ache on rainy days, your Soul Power does not circulate smoothly during cultivation, and your lifespan is shorter than that of Soul Masters at the same level. Am I right?"

Yang Wudi's pupils suddenly contracted.

"How did you know?"

"This old man not only knows, but can also cure it."

Dugu Bo pushed the snow-white pill toward him.

"A pill refined from Aromatic Silk Beauty can eliminate all Pill Poison backlash within the body. You may take it first, then decide whether to join us."

Yang Wudi stared at the pill on the table, his hand trembling faintly.

Pill Poison backlash was the greatest price the Breaking Clan had paid for refining medicine generation after generation.

After prolonged exposure to medicinal herbs and consuming pills, vast amounts of Pill Poison accumulated in their bodies.

It not only affected their cultivation, but also shortened their lives.

He had sought countless solutions, yet none could resolve this problem.

Whenever rainy weather came, the pain in every joint became unbearable, and he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Yang Wudi picked up the pill, hesitated for a second, then put it into his mouth.

As the pill entered his stomach, a cool force rose from his dantian and spread through his limbs and bones.

He could feel the Pill Poison that had accumulated in his body for decades being purged bit by bit.

Toxins seeped from his pores, turning into beads of black sweat.

The pain in his joints vanished, and his Soul Power circulated more smoothly than ever before.

Yang Wudi's eyes reddened.

"Nine Nether Douluo."

His voice was hoarse as he looked at Dugu Bo.

"I, Yang Wudi, will remember this kindness."

Dugu Bo did not respond.

He knew the pill was merely an appetizer.

He had yet to mention what would truly make Yang Wudi resolve himself.

"There is one more matter."

Yang Wudi wiped away the trace of moisture at the corner of his eye and looked up at Dugu Bo.

"Speak."

Dugu Bo looked at him, a profound glint flashing through his Dark Golden Dragon Eyes.

"The Breaking Clan was ruthlessly abandoned by the Clear Sky Sect back then. You have always held that grievance in your heart."

Yang Wudi's expression changed instantly.

That was his reverse scale. It was the deepest scar hidden in his heart, something he never mentioned to outsiders and would never allow anyone to touch.

"Once Nine Nether Hall grows strong enough, this old man will give you the chance to seek justice from the Clear Sky Sect."

Yang Wudi's body suddenly shook.

His lips trembled as complicated emotions surged in his eyes.

Anger, humiliation, resentment, and a deeply buried longing.

"But not now."

Dugu Bo continued, his tone calm yet firm.

"Nine Nether Hall is still too weak, and this old man is not strong enough either. Although the Clear Sky Sect has gone into seclusion, its foundation remains. This old man needs time, and so do you. When that day comes, this old man will not stop you."

Yang Wudi fell silent.

For a long time.

He recalled the moment when the Clear Sky Sect went into seclusion and ruthlessly abandoned the Four Affiliated Clans.

He recalled the hardships and suffering of leading his clansmen as they wandered into the Xingluo Empire.

He recalled countless nights when he sat alone on the rooftop, staring north toward the Clear Sky Sect, clenching his fists yet powerless to do anything.

He took a deep breath, rose to his feet, walked before Dugu Bo, and dropped to one knee.

"Nine Nether Douluo."

His voice was low and resolute.

"I, Yang Wudi, patriarch of the Breaking Clan, am willing to lead my entire clan into Nine Nether Hall. From this day forward, we will heed your commands without a second heart."

The entire place fell silent.

The members of the Breaking Clan looked at their kneeling patriarch, and no one spoke.

Complicated expressions flashed through some eyes, while others silently lowered their heads.

No one stepped forward in opposition.

A Titled Douluo who could withstand their patriarch's full-force strike without suffering the slightest injury.

A master alchemist who could utterly crush their patriarch in pill refinement.

A benefactor who could solve the Pill Poison afflicting the Breaking Clan for decades.

A patron who promised to one day help them seek justice from the Clear Sky Sect.

Such a person was worth following.

Dugu Bo reached out and helped Yang Wudi up.

"Rise."

His voice was calm, though satisfaction flashed through his Dark Golden Dragon Eyes.

"From today onward, the Breaking Clan will be among the first members of Nine Nether Hall. This old man will not mistreat you."

Yang Wudi stood and looked at Dugu Bo, suddenly recalling something.

"Nine Nether Douluo, when did your title change from Poison Douluo?"

The corners of Dugu Bo's mouth lifted slightly.

"It happened recently. Call this old man Nine Nether Douluo or Hall Master from now on. Do not call me Poison Douluo again."

Night fell.

Dugu Bo remained with the Breaking Clan and discussed the matter of relocating the clan with Yang Wudi.

With more than a hundred members, relocating was no small matter.

Dugu Bo gave Yang Wudi three months to prepare, and he would send people to meet them when the time came.

Yang Wudi agreed to each arrangement.

When Dugu Bo departed, Yang Wudi saw him off at the mouth of the valley.

The night wind swept past, stirring the Profound Black Robe in the breeze.

Dugu Bo did not look back. He leaped into the night sky, violet Nether Qi trailing behind him in a long tail.

Yang Wudi stood at the valley entrance, watching that figure gradually vanish into the night sky as he murmured to himself.

"Nine Nether Hall... perhaps the opportunity the Breaking Clan has been waiting for has truly arrived."

The members of the Breaking Clan did not disperse.

They stood at the valley entrance and watched the figure in the Profound Black Robe disappear beyond the horizon. No one spoke for a long time.

Yang Wudi turned around and looked at his clansmen.

More than a hundred pairs of eyes watched him, filled with unease, anticipation, and confusion.

"I know what you are thinking."

Yang Wudi spoke. His voice was not loud, but every word rang with force. "Relocating the clan, following someone unfamiliar to the Tiandou Empire—you have no confidence in this."

No one denied it.

"But let me ask you this: if we remain in the Xingluo Empire, does the Breaking Clan still have a way forward?"

Silence.

Yang Wudi swept his gaze over them and continued, "Spirit Hall's suppression grows harsher each year, business becomes harder each year, the younger generation of our clan lacks cultivation resources, and our medicinal herb stores are nearly empty. If this continues, the Breaking Clan will sooner or later be finished."

His voice was somewhat hoarse, but his gaze remained firm.

"Nine Nether Douluo has given us an opportunity. Cultivation techniques, cultivation resources, the protection of a Titled Douluo. He has also helped us resolve the problem of Pill Poison. Whose body among you is free of Pill Poison? Who does not ache all over whenever rainy weather comes? He can cure it. He was not making empty promises—before all of you, he cured me."

People in the crowd began to waver.

Yang Wudi took a deep breath and spoke his final words. "I did not bow my head because I could not defeat him, nor because I could not match him in pill refinement. I did so because he can give the Breaking Clan a path to survival, a path upward. Those willing to follow me, pack your belongings. We depart in three months. Those unwilling, I will not force you. Remain in the Xingluo Empire, and your names will still remain in the Breaking Clan's genealogy."

He turned and walked back into the valley, his back straight and his steps resolute.

No one remained behind.

Of the more than one hundred people, not a single one chose to leave.