The Unfinished Spear Technique, the Four Single-Attribute Clans Gather!

At this moment, Yang Jian's small courtyard was unusually quiet.

The green child from six years ago had now grown into a handsome young man.

He wore a fitted white outfit, his ink-black hair casually tied atop his head. Rather than looking untidy, it gave him an air of carefree ease.

It was late autumn. The bleak wind swept past, stirring his hair and rolling up the dry yellow leaves on the ground.

As the rustling sounded in his ears, Yang Jian's gaze sharpened in an instant.

His legs, which had been together, suddenly shifted apart, and his entire body bent like a drawn bow.

The power in his legs and waist surged into Yang Jian's arms in an instant, turning the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in his hand into a streak of golden lightning. With a piercing screech through the air, it shot straight into the tornado formed from dead leaves before him.

"Break!"

Yang Jian let out a sharp shout, like thunder exploding from level ground.

The next second, the small tornado of dead leaves burst apart, revealing a spearhead that had pierced several leaves. Seventy-one dead leaves were impaled upon its tip. Every one had been perfectly pierced through, and the spacing between each leaf was astonishingly even, with no difference visible to the naked eye!

As the tornado scattered, a dead leaf slowly drifted onto Xiaotian's nose.

Basking in the sunlight, it opened its eyes a sliver and snorted, blowing the leaf from its nose.

After lazily stretching out its paws, it slowly closed its eyes again.

Compared with its round, watermelon-sized appearance six years ago, Xiaotian was now not only lean and long-bodied, but as large as an adult hunting dog.

Speaking of which, it had benefited from their newfound wealth. After Yang Wudi had some spare money tucked away, he had spared no expense in finding Xiaotian four or five Soul Bones that were more than ten thousand years old.

Xiaotian had long since become a true Hundred-Year Soul Beast. Once its innate Domination Domain was unleashed, it could easily defeat even a Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Yang Jian withdrew his spear and stood upright. Yet as he looked at the seventy-one dead leaves on its tip, his brows faintly furrowed.

"This strike... still needs more work."

With a slight tremor of his arm, the leaves on the spear tip instantly shattered into powder and scattered in the wind.

"It still feels like something is missing."

He stood where he was and pondered for a while, but he could never grasp that faint, elusive feeling.

Shaking his head, Yang Jian put away the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade and turned toward Xiaotian.

When he reached Xiaotian's side, he unceremoniously smacked its huge dog head.

"Smack."

The crisp blow made Xiaotian's head jolt twice.

If anyone else had dared treat it like that, Xiaotian would have activated its Domination Domain and charged at them long ago.

But unfortunately, the person before it was Yang Jian. It could only open its eyes and let out a wronged whimper.

"Woo~"

A trace of grievance rippled through those golden eyes.

"Don't forget what day it is today."

Yang Jian tapped Xiaotian's wet nose.

"By my reckoning, it should be about time. Keep watch outside while I go in to bathe and change."

With that, he headed straight inside.

"Woo~"

Xiaotian whined, reluctantly got up, then walked to the courtyard gate and lay down.

It had just rested its head on the ground, ready to resume its nap, when it suddenly recalled that Yang Jian had said to "keep watch outside."

Keeping watch meant it had to keep its eyes open, right?

Xiaotian struggled with this for a moment before finally opening one eye and closing the other.

One eye for sleeping, one eye for standing guard.

Perfect.

At the same time, several carriages gradually came to a stop outside the gates of the Breaking Clan.

The first to arrive was the Strength Clan.

Leading them was an elderly man with graying hair and beard. His short hair stood straight up like steel needles, and his body was exceptionally burly. His eyes were deep and profound. Standing there, he was like a towering mountain, immovable as stone, carrying an imposing presence even without anger.

Behind him followed an equally muscular young man in his early twenties. His face looked somewhat prematurely aged, and from afar, he truly resembled an upright ape.

Following close behind was the Defense Clan.

Their leader was an elderly man with a face the color of a red date and exceptionally broad shoulders. Every step he took was remarkably steady, and his footing appeared extremely solid.

The last to arrive was the Speed Clan.

Leading them was a lean, wiry old man whose eyes were especially sharp, as though they could see through everything.

Behind him followed a young girl of eleven or twelve, with purple twin ponytails. She was tall and well-proportioned, with an exquisitely beautiful face, skin like creamy jade, and features as delicate as a painting.

The three clans gathered together. Led by members of the Breaking Clan, they crossed streets carpeted in red and arrived at the main hall for receiving guests.

Yang Wudi had long been waiting outside the hall.

"Hahaha, Old Ape, Old Rhino, Old White Bird, you're finally here!"

Yang Wudi stepped forward, his face full of smiles.

"Old Goat, it's been six years since I last came to the Breaking Clan. This place has gotten more and more impressive!"

Tai Tan looked around and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Looks like you've made quite a fortune these past years."

"Thanks to your good wishes."

Yang Wudi smiled and waved his hand.

"Please, come in. Please, come in."

Everyone took their seats one after another. After three rounds of tea, the older generation began chatting.

It was nothing more than the situation of each clan, the state of the continent, and Spirit Hall's movements.

They had discussed such topics for decades. No matter how they went over them, it was always the same old content.

Bai Chenxiang sat beside Bai He, listening in boredom.

She had little interest in those topics. Since it was her first time here, she wanted more to explore the Breaking Clan properly.

Just as she was thinking this, Bai Chenxiang suddenly felt a gaze fixed upon her.

When she looked up, her eyes met those of the burly young man across from her.

His name seemed to be Tailong. At this moment, he was staring at her without blinking, his gaze carrying an eagerness that Bai Chenxiang found somewhat offensive.

Bai Chenxiang frowned and looked away.

After listening for a while longer, the topic still had not changed, while Tailong across from her continued staring at her, making her increasingly uncomfortable.

Unable to bear it any longer, she tugged at her grandfather's sleeve.

Bai He paused mid-sentence and turned to look at his granddaughter.

With only one glance, he understood what she meant.

This girl could not sit still any longer.

He smiled faintly and spoke.

"It's still early, and it's your first time visiting the Breaking Clan, Xiangxiang. Why don't you go out and have a look around?"

Bai Chenxiang's eyes lit up, but she still maintained her composure and gently nodded.

"Alright, Grandpa."

She then turned to Tai Tan and the others, bidding them farewell sweetly.

"Grandpa Wudi, Grandpa Tai Tan, and Grandpa Niu Gao, Xiangxiang will take her leave first."

With that, she rose, intending to leave.

"Grandpa!"

Tailong had been waiting for this moment.

Seeing Bai Chenxiang about to go, he immediately spoke up.

"It's also my first time visiting the Breaking Clan. I want to go out and have a look too."

He looked at Tai Tan with anticipation, his expression making it seem as though he were truly filled with curiosity about the Breaking Clan.

They were all old men who had lived more than half their lives. How could Tai Tan fail to see through Tailong's little scheme?

But seeing through it was one thing. Tai Tan did not expose him. Instead, he even intended to lend his grandson a hand.