Wind Sword Douluo

At this time, the Clear Sky Sect had not yet moved into the remote mountains. It resided in an exceptionally prosperous region, with its four affiliated clans—Strength, Agility, Speed, and Defense—living to the east, south, west, and north of the Clear Sky Sect, while the Clear Sky Sect itself occupied the very center.

In terms of both geographical location and grandeur, the Clear Sky Sect surpassed even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan by more than a level. Worthy of being the number one sect in the world—it truly had presence.

"Has Haotian Douluo not returned yet?"

Yang Dong took a sip of the medicine that had been delivered and asked the person beside him.

He asked this question once every day. Today was the fifth time he had asked it.

"Young Master Yang, Haotian Douluo has not returned yet. Rest assured, the moment he returns, I will notify you immediately."

The person delivering the medicine was named Tang Gao. Although he had no Innate Soul Power and could not cultivate, he could still live quite well in the Clear Sky Sect thanks to the surname Tang.

"Thank you for the trouble."

Yang Dong forced a smile.

Of the three of them, Tang Xiao had suffered the gravest injuries. Had he been sent back any later, he truly would have been beyond saving. The second most seriously injured was not Tang Hao, but Yang Dong.

When the Healing Type Soul Master treated Yang Dong, his face had been full of shock. Yang Dong's meridians had become twisted together. With such injuries, an ordinary person would not merely be unable to walk—even sitting still would cause excruciating pain.

However, with treatment from a Healing Type Soul Master and the aid of medicine, Yang Dong's injuries were now basically close to recovery.

By Yang Dong's own estimation, another day or two would be enough for him to recover completely.

Compared with Yang Dong and Tang Xiao, Tang Hao recovered the fastest. He had not suffered much harm to begin with, and he recovered after only a single day.

Another three days passed, and Haotian Douluo drove a carriage back to the Clear Sky Sect.

The Shining Five Freaks had all died, while Tang Feng had also fallen in battle on the spot!

For the Clear Sky Sect, this was devastating news. Even the Clear Sky Sect would be badly shaken by the loss of a Soul Douluo-level combatant.

Yang Tianlang's condition, however, was slightly better than Tang Feng's. He had not died, but had instead fallen into a deep sleep.

Yet this sleep had no pattern to it. No one knew when he would wake up—perhaps tomorrow, or perhaps never for the rest of his life.

A vegetative state!

This term surfaced in Yang Dong's mind after hearing the Healing Type Soul Master's words.

Though they had spent little time together, Yang Dong could still deeply feel Yang Tianlang's concern for him as his nephew.

"There is a foreign energy within his brain. It is this energy that has prevented him from waking up. Unfortunately, I cannot expel it. Forcing it out would likely make matters even worse."

Tang Chen spoke to Yang Dong.

Yang Dong nodded silently. As long as he was not dead, there was still a chance that he could wake up again. He swore that he would save his uncle!

"Haotian Your Excellency, who exactly attacked us?"

Yang Dong felt troubled. This attack had truly made him realize how dangerous Douluo Continent was. After being here for so long, he believed he had not offended anyone, yet he had nearly died outright.

"You are too weak. Once you become a Soul King, I can tell you."

Tang Chen glanced at Yang Dong but did not give him an answer.

"Spirit Hall! Was it Spirit Hall?"

Yang Yu said softly. He knew the old man before him would surely hear him.

"You guessed wrong."

Tang Chen shook his head at Yang Dong, then walked out. He did not know why the boy before him had suspected Spirit Hall, but according to the intelligence he had received, Spirit Hall truly was not behind this incident.

Wrong?

Yang Dong was stunned. He had based his guess on future developments. If Spirit Hall wanted to grow stronger, it would inevitably have to confront the Seven Great Sects. Under such circumstances, targeting the future members of the seven sects seemed entirely reasonable.

Then who could it be?

Other than Spirit Hall, Yang Dong had no other suspects. For a time, he was utterly lost.

A month passed, and news that the Wind Sword Sect was coming to the Clear Sky Sect spread like wildfire.

Everyone on Douluo Continent with even a little access to information knew that the only son of Wind Sword Douluo and the two grandsons of Haotian Douluo had been attacked in a Spirit Hunting Forest.

Clear Sky Sect Elder Tang Feng had died in battle, while Wind Sword Sect Elder Yang Tianlang had fallen into a permanent coma, which was not much different from death.

Yet over the past month, the two great sects had made no moves whatsoever. Under such circumstances, Wind Sword Douluo personally visiting the Clear Sky Sect was thought-provoking in the eyes of some.

"What is your father like?"

Sitting beside Yang Dong, Tang Hao asked curiously.

As a member of the Clear Sky Sect, he had heard Wind Sword Douluo's great name many times. It was said that he was an extremely formidable Title Douluo.

"What's he like? Same as everyone else—two eyes, one nose. What could be different?"

Yang Dong looked into the distance, but his thoughts drifted back six years. His memories of Yang Tianyi had become somewhat blurry.

"Are you going back to the Wind Sword Sect with your father this time?"

After hesitating for a moment, Tang Hao asked the question that concerned him most.

In his life, Yang Dong was the first formidable rival his own age that he had encountered. Deep down, he did not want Yang Dong to leave just like that, because then he would not be able to defeat Yang Dong anytime soon.

"I don't know. It depends on my old man's arrangements."

Yang Dong shrugged, then sprang to his feet and picked up the Immaculate Sword in his hand to begin practicing swordsmanship.

Tang Hao watched Yang Dong train, but his body did not move. He remained seated on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three drumbeats rang out within the Clear Sky Sect, carrying in all directions.

"Your father is here. Those are the Clear Sky Sect's welcoming drums. They are sounded only when a Title Douluo pays a visit. Let's go welcome him!"

Upon hearing the drumbeats, Tang Hao leaped to his feet and spoke to Yang Dong, who was training nearby.

Yang Dong stopped what he was doing and could only put away the Immaculate Sword before heading toward the Clear Sky Sect's main hall with Tang Hao.

"Auntie, this way. Please follow me. Yang Dong has been training around here lately, so you'll see him soon."

Tang Xiao led a beautiful and dignified woman toward the training grounds. As they walked, he introduced things to her. This woman was Yang Dong's mother, Lin Qiuyu.

When Haotian Douluo's letter had reached their Wind Sword Sect, her heart had clenched.

He had almost—almost lost his life!

Thinking of how she had not seen Yang Dong for several years, she quickened her pace once more.