Clear Sky Sect's Invitation

Knock, knock, knock!

The knocking pulled Yang Dong out of his sea of consciousness. He raised his head and glanced outside. Night had fallen once more.

"Come in."

Yang Dong did not rise. He remained seated on the floor and called out loudly.

Upon hearing Yang Dong's voice, the person outside quickly pushed open the door and walked in.

The visitor was naturally Yang Tianlang. After entering, he carefully inspected Yang Dong a few times. Once he found nothing amiss, he could not help asking, "I heard you defeated Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect?"

At first, he had found the news somewhat hard to believe. Later, Tang Hao's elder brother Tang Xiao said the same thing. Yang Tianlang had even gone to see the unconscious Tang Hao himself before finally accepting it.

Yang Tianlang could not help sighing inwardly again. Tang Hao, personally taught by the Haotian Douluo, had actually lost to his own nephew. Even Yang Yuan, who had been praised throughout the Wind Sword Sect, probably would not have been Tang Hao's match.

His nephew really was something else.

"Yes."

Yang Dong answered Yang Tianlang's question succinctly, then rose to his feet with considerable effort. The muscle damage to his legs caused by the Fifth Slash would likely take several days to recover.

Yang Tianlang carefully examined Yang Dong's legs. Tang Xiao had just told him that Yang Dong had used the technique of five consecutive slashes on the arena. It now seemed that four consecutive slashes were his limit, while the Fifth Slash required him to pay a price.

"You really are foolish. Does the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan not even have a single Healing Type Soul Master? Come with me. I'll find a Healing Type Soul Master to treat your legs. Otherwise, you'll be a cripple for the next few days."

Yang Yu could only remain silent upon hearing this.

He truly had not thought of Healing Type Soul Masters right away. If a Healing Type Soul Master treated him, his recovery would indeed be much faster.

Just as the two were about to leave, Yu Yuanzhen approached from afar. At his side was a refined and gentle-looking woman, and their destination happened to be the room where Yang Dong was staying.

"Brother Tianlang, your nephew is truly remarkable. He actually managed to defeat Tang Hao. You've certainly made me see him in a new light!"

Upon seeing Yang Tianlang, Yu Yuanzhen burst into laughter.

He truly had not expected that child, once treated as a joke, to be capable of defeating Tang Hao. Could the rumors from back then have merely been a smokescreen?

With that thought in mind, Yu Yuanzhen's smile was much more sincere than before.

"This is a healer from our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. To prevent any hidden injuries, shall we have her examine your nephew?"

Yu Yuanzhen looked at Yang Tianlang and signaled for the woman beside him to step forward and take a look.

"Then I'll trouble you."

Naturally, Yang Tianlang did not refuse. He had been planning to find a Healing Type Soul Master to treat Yang Dong, and now Yu Yuanzhen had brought one over. It suited his wishes perfectly.

"Stand still. I'll treat you now."

The woman's voice was exceptionally pleasant. But after Yang Dong looked up at the speaker, he promptly lowered his head.

Because the pleasant-voiced woman had already taken on a half-human, half-dragon form. She was nowhere close to being pretty.

"Soul Skill: Life Recovery."

"Soul Skill: Light of Healing."

Two Soul Skills were cast on Yang Dong in succession. White light flowed over the surface of his skin before rapidly being absorbed into his body. The muscles in his legs swiftly recovered beneath the white glow, and after a few breaths, they had returned to normal.

"All right. His body only suffered injuries to his legs and waist. Under the effects of Life Recovery, he will recover completely today."

After using the two Soul Skills, the woman withdrew her Blue Dragon Martial Soul and spoke to Yu Yuanzhen beside her.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Yu Yuanzhen smiled as he spoke to the woman.

"It was nothing. I'll take my leave first."

The woman's expression did not change as she quickly left the room.

Clearly, Yang Dong lowering his head earlier had made her quite unhappy.

"Dinner has already been prepared. Shall we go together?"

Faced with Yu Yuanzhen's invitation, Yang Tianlang naturally did not refuse. He took Yang Dong with him as the two headed toward the dining area with Yu Yuanzhen.

Compared to yesterday, tonight's banquet was much quieter.

With a glance, Yang Dong noticed that the people from the Fire Leopard Sect and White Tiger Sect, who had dined here last night, were gone.

Clearly, whatever this meeting had discussed, those two sects intended to stay out of it and had no plans to participate.

Meanwhile, Shi Meng of the Elephant Armored Sect, one of the Lower Four Sects alongside the Wind Sword Sect, seemed absent-minded. He did not even notice Yang Dong and the others entering.

He desperately wanted to leave, but did not dare. He sat there as though on pins and needles, with thorns at his back and a bone stuck in his throat, utterly uncomfortable.

"The Wind Sword Sect truly has quite a few outstanding youngsters. Aside from the already famous Yang Yuan, even the Wind Sword Douluo's son is impressive. We truly were blind before!"

After seeing Yang Dong enter, Tang Feng spoke in a strangely sarcastic tone.

Tang Hao had actually lost to a Yang Dong. Thinking of how he had previously mocked Yang Yu, Tang Feng felt his face burn with embarrassment.

"Elder Tang Feng, you flatter us."

"Who doesn't know that the Clear Sky Sect has its twin stars? Dong'er merely won by luck."

Yang Tianlang coughed twice and paid little attention to Tang Feng's barbed words.

"Elder Tang Feng, let us eat first. There are still some details to finalize afterward."

Yu Yuanzhen spoke up to smooth things over.

With Yu Yuanzhen stepping in, Tang Feng could not keep pressing the matter. Otherwise, the Clear Sky Sect, the greatest sect under heaven, would appear petty.

Yang Dong glanced at Tang Feng and committed his appearance to memory. If he got the chance in the future, he would definitely set him up.

Just as Yang Dong and Yang Tianlang sat down, the brothers Tang Xiao and Tang Hao arrived together.

"Hah, I admit I lost today. But next time, I'll definitely win it back!"

The instant Tang Hao saw Yang Dong, his eyes brightened considerably. Anyone could hear the unconvinced edge in his voice as he stared at Yang Dong.

"We'll talk about it next time."

Yang Yu glanced at the two brothers and replied blandly.

Next time, you'll only lose even worse!

Of course, Yang Dong only said those words in his heart.

"Xiao'er, why are you still standing there? Take Hao'er and sit down."

Tang Feng's tone carried no fluctuation, but as he spoke, his gaze fell upon Yang Dong, who had been eating all along.

"Tianlang, Dong'er and Xiao'er seem to be about the same age. How about letting Dong'er come stay with us at the Clear Sky Sect for a while?"

At Tang Feng's words, Yang Tianlang's hand holding his chopsticks trembled.

He abruptly raised his head and stared at Tang Feng without saying a word.