Designing to Subdue the Break Clan

"No! Brother! I am not leaving! I will stay here and live or die with you! I am also withdrawing from the Break Clan!"

After speaking, Yang Wushuang turned to his clansmen and said:

"Today's events have nothing to do with you. This is a personal choice between my brother and me. You all should go to Spirit Hall; with your skills in alchemy, they will not make things difficult for you!"

The loyalty and brotherhood of the Yang brothers stirred the Break Clan. The clansmen, who had been restless, suddenly felt as if they had been injected with adrenaline and shouted in unison:

"We swear to live and die with the Clan Head!"

"We swear to live and die with the Clan Head!"

Qian Xunqian greatly admired Yang Wudi and decided to personally recruit this tough nut to crack.

She stepped through the void, a golden lotus blooming with every step, as she walked toward the Clear Sky Sect.

Everyone looked up, seeing her as if a goddess had descended to the mortal realm, appearing incomparably divine.

"Very well! Then This Seat shall grant your wish! I will not use numbers to overwhelm you; how about a one-on-one duel between you and me?"

Yang Wudi looked at Qian Xunqian with suspicion.

"Do not be impatient. This Seat has not finished speaking. I have conditions for this duel. If you win, This Seat will let everyone here go and guarantee that I will never trouble the Clear Sky Sect again, pursuing only Tang Hao!"

"And if I lose?"

"If you lose, you shall join Spirit Hall and become an elder of our Spirit Hall!"

With that, seven spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—appeared, and the aura of a Spirit Saint was fully revealed.

Yang Wudi pondered for a long time. He looked at the "ordinary" Spirit Saint before him, then at himself—an 85th-level Spirit Douluo. Although something felt off, he followed his inner desire and decided to fight Qian Xunqian.

"Fine! I accept!"

Yang Wudi summoned his martial soul: the Soul-Breaking Spear.

The Break Clan focused solely on offense, never defense, pushing their attack power to the absolute limit. In the original records, as a Spirit Douluo, he was even capable of fighting a Titled Douluo.

Brother Yang once used the Soul-Breaking Spear to kill a Titled Douluo in an instant, yet he insisted he only had eight rings.

"Break Technique!" Yang Wudi held his breath and focused, compressing all his spirit power into the Soul-Breaking Spear, then slowly forcing it into the tip of the spear.

The tip of the Soul-Breaking Spear condensed all of Yang Wudi's spirit power.

If the strike landed, the opponent would die or be crippled; if it missed, he himself would die or be crippled.

"World-Breaking God-Slaying Spear!"

Yang Wudi's strongest single-target killing move could tear through space and ignore the vast majority of spirit power shields and martial soul defenses; it could even pierce through the True Body of a Titled Douluo's tool-type martial soul head-on.

As a mental-type spirit master, Qian Xunqian was the natural nemesis of a strong-attack spirit master like Yang Wudi, who focused only on offense and not defense. A single mental shock would prevent him from even thrusting his spear.

However, in order to thoroughly recruit this opponent, Qian Xunqian confidently chose to meet force with force.

"Angel Avatar!"

A giant Angel Eye manifested behind her.

"Divine Exorcism!"

This was Qian Xunqian's self-created spirit skill. She continuously compressed light energy, gathered it at a single point, and fired a shockwave containing immense energy through the eye.

It dealt one hundred percent true damage, ignoring shields and armor. Beyond its immense physical lethality, it could also strike directly at the opponent's spirit.

Qian Xunqian's golden shockwave collided with the Soul-Breaking Spear, resulting in a violent explosion.

When the smoke cleared, everyone looked on.

They saw that Qian Xunqian's divine, flawless face remained calm, while Yang Wudi was panting heavily, his spirit power completely exhausted.

At this moment, everyone finally saw Qian Xunqian's heaven-defying spirit ring configuration:

Purple, purple, black, black, black, red, white.

Although the seventh spirit ring was a white ring, everyone felt its immense power and naturally dared not believe such a formidable skill could come from a white ring; it must have been a ring that surpassed a hundred-thousand-year red ring!

"Sigh... I have lost."

Titan roared:

"You cheated! You hid your spirit ring configuration to make Brother Yang think you were just an ordinary Spirit Saint! You are despicable!"

Qian Xunqian magnanimously admitted:

"Senior Yang, this wager was indeed me playing a little trick to deceive you. Our bet does not count! I will not force you if you do not wish to join Spirit Hall."

Yang Wudi looked at Qian Xunqian with a complex expression and asked:

"What exactly are you trying to do by doing this?"

"Senior Yang, you fought me to the death, which is enough to honor your brotherhood with the Clear Sky Sect Master. Your Break Clan's Soul-Breaking Spear is no less powerful than the Clear Sky Hammer in terms of attack. Why sacrifice your life for a Clear Sky Sect that has abandoned you?"

Letting Yang Wudi fight her was a way to give him a graceful exit; it was up to him whether he was willing to take it.

After speaking, Qian Xunqian summoned her second martial soul: the Fragrant Silk Immortal Herb.

"This... this is!" The members of the Break Clan became agitated.

Yang Wushuang gasped for air, speaking with a tremor: "This... this is the Fragrant Silk Immortal Herb!"

"No! It is the Fragrant Silk Immortal Herb martial soul!" Yang Wudi said slowly.

Just as Yang Wudi finished speaking, Qian Xunqian took out a small flower; it was the Fragrant Silk Immortal Herb she had meticulously cultivated.

She had not plucked the one from the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, as the fragrance of the Fragrant Silk Immortal Herb could accelerate the growth of other immortal herbs. Instead, she had used the seeds of the immortal herb, combined with her own martial soul, to cultivate a smaller one.

Although its range of fragrance was not as vast, it was more than enough for the Break Clan to use in their medicine refining.

In the end, Yang Wudi made his decision: to submit to Spirit Hall.

Titan stomped his feet in anger, "Old Goat, you traitor! How could you join Spirit Hall! Have you forgotten the friendship of the Sect Master?"

Yang Wudi spoke up:

"Tang Zhen abandoned us first, which was already unrighteous. I fought the Pope to the best of my ability, which has already repaid his friendship. Furthermore, all is fair in war. Even if the Pope schemed first, I lost the bet, and by rights, I must join Spirit Hall! However, I can swear that even after joining Spirit Hall, I will never stand as an enemy to the Clear Sky Sect in this lifetime!"

Qian Xunqian nodded with a smile and said gently:

"Spirit Hall respects individual freedom."

Just like that, the Break Clan left the Clear Sky Sect decisively and embraced Spirit Hall. After taking the Fragrant Silk Immortal Herb, Yang Wudi ignored his image and took a deep, sharp breath of it.

His expression became ethereal and ecstatic, as if he were high on drugs.

"It really is the Fragrant Silk Immortal Herb! The residual poison in my body is completely gone!"

"Brother! Let me have a sniff!" Yang Wushuang carefully took the Fragrant Silk Immortal Herb and, imitating his older brother, took a deep breath.

And so, the Fragrant Silk Immortal Herb was passed around, with each member of the Break Clan taking a turn to inhale its scent.

Everyone was reluctant to let go after their turn, passing it to the next person with extreme care and gentleness, terrified of bumping or damaging the Fragrant Silk Immortal Herb.

"We thank the Pope for bestowing this immortal herb! The Break Clan is eternally grateful!"

Qian Xunqian nodded slightly and turned her gaze back to the remaining two single-attribute clans.

"Bai He, Titan, what have you two decided?"

Although Bai He was the brother-in-law of the recently deceased Clear Sky Sect Master, Tang Zhen, he had been treated worse than an inner sect disciple. His sister might have been Tang Zhen's wife in name, but in reality, she was nothing more than a reproductive tool for passing on the Clear Sky Hammer.

Otherwise, why would their Speed Clan have been forced to remain a vassal force for their entire lives?

Seeing that both the Old Rhino and the Old Goat had defected, he actually harbored thoughts of surrendering as well, but his status was simply too sensitive.