"Clan Chief Yang, don't worry, this is not a threat. I just encountered a few disciples of the Flying Sword Sect when I entered the city. Because of their improper behavior, I had them killed. As the saying goes, if the lower beam is not straight, the upper beam will be crooked too, so I also killed the sect leader."
"Once I return to Spirit City, I will inform the Pope and announce the disbandment of the Flying Sword Sect." With these words, Wu Ling determined the fate of the entire Flying Sword Sect. Wu Ling was completely indifferent to the demise of this sect, which did not even appear in the original story.
Although Wu Ling told him not to worry, Yang Wudi's expression became even more respectful. Living was nothing to be ashamed of.
You have to understand, that was the Flying Sword Sect! Although it couldn't compare to the two great empires and the Spirit Hall, it was still one of the Lower Four Sects. In the eyes of ordinary people and most ordinary Spirit Master, it was already a powerful force. Even someone with Yang Wudi's combat strength wouldn't dare to act rashly against them. And now it's gone!
"What, aren't you going to invite me in for a seat, Clan Chief Yang?" Seeing Yang Wudi standing there in a daze, Wu Ling asked calmly, but his tone made it seem as if Wu Ling was the host and Yang Wudi was the guest.
"It was my oversight. Please come in, Your Holy Son."
Led by Yang Wudi, Wu Ling and Yang Wushuang arrived at the guesthouse. Along the way, a hint of nostalgia lingered in Yang Wushuang's eyes. Although he had been captured by the Spirit Hall before the Breaking Clan settled here, Yang Wudi had deliberately rebuilt the courtyard according to the original design. Therefore, in Yang Wushuang's eyes, the scenery here was almost identical to the home where he had lived for decades in his youth.
It doesn't matter, he'll be back after today. After all, as Yang Wudi's younger brother, he knows what Yang Wudi is thinking even with a blink of an eye. Although they haven't seen each other for more than ten years, judging from Yang Wudi's expression and tone just now, Yang Wushuang already understands Yang Wudi's plan.
Upon arriving in the living room, Yang Wudi personally brewed a cup of tea for Wu Lin.
" Holy Son flatter me, Your Highness. This is tea that I developed myself. It may not meet your Holy Son, but the sentiment behind it is clear."
Wu Ling swirled his teacup, gazing at the emerald green tea within. He chuckled softly and said, "It seems Clan Chief Yang has made his decision."
Although it was his first time meeting Yang Wudi, he knew from his brother that Yang was a reclusive fellow. In this short period of time, Wu Ling could not see any coldness on his face. Instead, he felt that Yang was trying to express himself but did not know where to begin.
Therefore, Wu Ling understood Yang Wudi's idea: as long as he was given a way out, he would accept it, and he could take the opportunity to subdue the Breaking Clan.
"Clan Chief Yang, it was Clan Chief Niu who told you, wasn't it?"
Upon hearing Wu Ling's words, Yang Wudi was initially taken aback and wanted to defend Niu Gao, but after seeing the look in Wu Ling's eyes, he hesitated to speak.
"... Yes, it was Old Niu who told me." Feeling the faint sense of pressure, Yang Wudi's eyes, which could look directly at Titled Douluo, actually flinched a little. In the end, he chose to tell the truth, because since Wu Ling had asked, he should know. If he lied or tried to excuse himself now, he would not only be treating Wu Ling like a fool, but he himself would also look like a fool.
"Okay." Wu Ling agreed, but Yang Wudi didn't know whether the "okay" was because Niu Gao had told him or because he had told the truth.
"Now it seems you've made your decision, haven't you? So, it's not about joining the Spirit Hall, but about submitting to me and joining my Wu Ling Guard."
"Of course, if you're still not satisfied, you can choose between fighting and making medicine, or even both, it doesn't matter, the result is the same anyway." Hearing Wu Ling's words, Yang Wudi didn't think Wu Ling was arrogant. On the contrary, he felt that Wu Ling's confident demeanor was the kind of person he should follow.
Throughout his life, Yang Wudi devoted himself to researching how to enhance his offensive power, focusing entirely on his Martial Soul and using nothing but his spear. For him, no matter who his opponent was, it would not affect his mentality. Only by maintaining an unwavering belief in victory and not letting any aspect of his opponent affect his emotions could he reach the peak of his power and unleash his strongest "Break".
Two days ago, Niu Gao's letter caused him to lose his appetite and sleep. After meeting Wu Ling, he was overwhelmed by Wu Ling's aura. It can be said that he was led by the nose by Wu Ling from beginning to end.
Just now, Yang Wudi could already sense his wavering belief. Now, after being stimulated by Wu Ling, and looking at Wu Ling's confident appearance, he took a deep breath and his aura changed accordingly.
" Your His Highness the Holy Son, I wish to choose both, but submission first, choice second." Although Yang Wudi's tone was the same as before, the feeling he gave was different. He looked directly into Wu Ling's eyes, and his conviction was strengthened once again.
As a clan leader, compromising for the sake of his clan is perfectly acceptable. However, as a martial artist, he was overthinking things. After paving the way for his clan, he decided to challenge the Wu Ling on his own.
"Whether it's combat or medicine making, I humbly request Your His Highness the Holy Son's guidance!" Yang Wudi said, as the Soul Breaking Spear with eight Spirit Ring appeared in his hand.
Wu Ling chuckled, "Alright, then let me witness the invincible Soul Breaking Spear."
Seven Spirit Ring— two purple, two black, and three red—appeared beside Wu Ling, leaving even the resolute Yang Wudi stunned. In that moment of hesitation, a Golden Spear appeared in Wu Ling's hand, and with a loud bang, Yang Wudi was sent flying.
"Come on, Chief Yang, use all your strength, or I'll kill you!"
Ten minutes later...
Wu Ling dragged Yang Wudi like a dead dog, back to the room.
" Your His Highness the Holy Son, are you alright?" Upon seeing Wu Ling enter, Yang Wushuang hurriedly stepped forward to ask with concern, but at the same time, he couldn't help but glance at Yang Wudi a few times.
He knew his brother's strength; after becoming Soul Douluo, he could even challenge Titled Douluo. However, in just ten minutes, he was knocked unconscious.
All his attacks failed to draw blood from Wu Ling, but even without using the spear tip, if Wu Ling simply swung the spear at him, the sheer force would have caused him to cough up blood. If Wu Ling had used the spear tip just now, Yang Wudi would probably be dead, not just unconscious.
"Here, give him this to drink. Just half of it, and let him figure out the rest himself." Wu Ling tossed Yang Wushuang a test tube containing a potion, then returned to her seat to drink her tea, which was still warm.
Yang Wudi, who had been fed half a vial of medicine by Yang Wushuang, regained consciousness in just one minute. Feeling the power within his body constantly repairing him, he reached out and took the half vial of medicine from Yang Wushuang.
After a long while, Yang Wudi knelt down on one knee in front of Wu Ling. " Your His Highness the Holy Son, I have lost... I, Yang Wudi, now bring the entire Breaking Clan to submit to Your Holy Son!"