Old White Bird, Are You Really Ready to Go to War with the Clear Sky Sect in the Future?

"Wrap it in Soul Power, then pinch it and use it to slice the stone table? This dead leaf is so brittle. Even if it's wrapped in Soul Power, wouldn't it still shatter on impact?"

Although he did not understand Yang Jian's intention, Bai He completed Martial Soul Possession in an instant. His normal arms transformed into wings, while his legs merged and became tail feathers.

At the same time,

Eight Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black—emerged from his body, bobbing rhythmically up and down.

"Second Soul Skill!"

"Treading Swallow!"

"Third Soul Skill!"

"Flight!"

"Fourth Soul Skill!"

"Evasion!"

Following Bai He's low shout, his second, third, and fourth Soul Rings lit up. The next moment, he shot forward at such incredible speed that the naked eye could not catch him. More than a dozen Bai Hes appeared in the small courtyard, but Yang Jian knew they were merely afterimages created by his extreme speed.

"How is this possible?! How could a dead leaf have such power?!"

Bai He's incredulous voice rang through the courtyard. More than a dozen afterimages burst apart with a bang, leaving only Bai He's true body standing motionless in place, as though he had been struck by a paralysis spell. At nearly the same instant, the stone table in the courtyard split neatly in two and crashed to the ground with a thud!

Even though Bai He himself had cut apart the stone table with a dead leaf, he was still stunned by such terrifying destructive power, unable to speak for a long time.

After standing blankly for over a minute, Bai He finally came to his senses and flashed before Yang Jian. Overwhelmed with excitement, he had not even exited Martial Soul Possession. His pair of wings trembled as they pressed against Yang Jian's shoulders, while his eyes shone frighteningly bright as he stared at Yang Jian, hoping for an answer from his mouth.

"I discovered this by chance. Once speed reaches a certain level, some things that were originally fragile can easily cut through objects many times harder than themselves. Simply put, if the speed is fast enough, even a sheet of paper can easily slice through a Soul Master's throat!"

"Likewise, Grandpa Bai can shift the concept a little. Replace the dead leaf with a dagger or short blade, then combine it with the Speed Clan's speed. At that point, the Speed Clan will no longer be mere intelligence gatherers, but White Reapers whose names make people turn pale!"

Yang Jian spoke slowly, instilling knowledge that did not belong to this world into Bai He's mind. For a brief moment, Bai He felt as though the clouds had parted and he had seen the sun. Yet what made him even more unable to believe, while also forcing him to accept it, was that a problem which had troubled the Speed Clan for centuries had been solved just like that by a twelve-year-old child?!

"Jian'er, are you sure you won't reconsider taking our Speed Clan's Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng? As long as you say the word, I'll send Xiangxiang... I mean, I'll send the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng to you!"

Bai He's face was flushed red, his blood surging as though his heart were about to leap from his chest. He was so excited that he nearly let something slip, but fortunately managed to smooth it over at the last moment.

But Bai Chenxiang was no child. How could she fail to understand the true meaning behind the two elders' words?

The blush on her lovely, creamy-white face had not faded for even a moment. The feeling was truly both embarrassing and sweet.

"What are you saying, Old White Bird? I know you're anxious, but there's no need to be this anxious. Jian'er is still young. Even if we're taking your Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, we should wait until Jian'er comes of age."

Yang Wudi pulled Bai He aside and sternly scolded him a few times. But then a smile piled onto his face as he looked at Yang Jian, his outstanding grandson who had brought him so many surprises, seeming to have something to say.

"Um... Jian'er, well... could you write down that discarded staff technique and let our Breaking Clan practice it?"

Seeing Yang Jian not only teach a Self-Created Soul Skill but also help the Speed Clan solve a problem that had troubled them for centuries, Yang Wudi, as his biological grandfather, was not exactly jealous, but he still wanted to secure some benefits for the Breaking Clan.

"Grandpa, you're being too modest. As the young clan leader of the Breaking Clan and your own grandson, how could I give you something discarded? Wing Chun suits the Speed Clan, but it does not suit our Breaking Clan. I have another set of fist techniques here, along with a matching spear technique, that is most compatible with our Breaking Clan. I'll give them all to Grandpa shortly."

Yang Jian smiled freely, with no intention of keeping anything to himself.

"Good, good, good. I knew Jian'er wouldn't forget our Breaking Clan. In a moment..."

Yang Wudi's smiling nod suddenly froze. Realizing what Yang Jian had just said, his expression went blank. After standing stunned for more than ten seconds, his eyes abruptly widened.

"Wait! Jian'er! What did you just say?! Another set of fist techniques and spear techniques?! You created more than one Soul Skill?!!"

Yang Wudi reached out to grab Yang Jian's shoulders, but feared hurting his grandson. His arm extended and retracted before he simply grabbed Bai He's shoulder again, making him suck in a sharp breath of pain as he wanted nothing more than to curse.

"You old goat! If you can't bear to grab Jian'er, then grab yourself! Why the hell do you keep grabbing me? I hurt too!"

Bai He slapped Yang Wudi's hand several times. After breaking free, he darted away from Yang Wudi in a few quick movements, baring his teeth as he rubbed the shoulder that had suffered repeated abuse.

Yang Wudi was not angry after Bai He knocked his hand away. He merely kept laughing heartily, his carefree and booming laughter piercing through the small courtyard and echoing throughout the Breaking Clan's grounds.

Not only was that laughter loud, it was incredibly penetrating. It even woke Xiaotian, who had been sleeping beneath a tree. However, when he opened his eyes and saw that the person who had awakened him was his master's grandfather, an almost human look of helplessness appeared on his dog face. After sighing, he covered his ears with his front paws before closing his eyes again.

After a long while, Yang Wudi's laughter finally subsided, but the smile on his face never faded again.

"Grandpa, Grandpa Bai, please wait a moment. I'll go inside and write down these two martial arts."

Yang Jian lightly cupped his hands toward the two of them before turning and walking into the house.

Bai Chenxiang instinctively followed Yang Jian, intending to enter the room with him, but her grandfather called out to stop her.

"Xiangxiang, Jian'er is going inside to write down martial arts. What are you following him for?"

"I... I'll grind his ink."

Bai Chenxiang answered instinctively. Then, without looking at the expression on her grandfather's face, she hurried after Yang Jian. Even without looking, however, she could easily guess that her grandfather's face was surely full of teasing.

"Old White Bird, are you really willing to give Xiangxiang away? You should know very well that our Breaking Clan and the Clear Sky Sect share an irreconcilable hatred, one that can only end with the destruction of a clan. Are you truly prepared?"