Yang Pojun Joins, Aromatic Silk Beauty
Yang Wudi slowly rose, retracted his Martial Soul Avatar, and laughed loudly, his expression full of admiration. "Good! Third Prince, I, Yang Wudi, am convinced! From now on, my Breaking Clan will be at your beck and call!"
Dai Mubai slowly withdrew his Martial Soul, and the Darkgolden Terrorclaw quietly retracted into his body.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, clasped his hands in return, and said, "Thank you for showing mercy, Clan Leader Clan Leader. I will certainly live up to your expectations today!"
"Hahaha, the Third Prince's trump cards and strength are truly astounding! There's no need for modesty!" Yang Wudi strode forward, patted his shoulder forcefully, and laughed with complete relief.
Then, turning to Yang Pojun, who stood to the side in shock, he instructed, "Pojun, give the order to prepare a banquet at noon to welcome His Highness the Third Prince! From this day forward, the Breaking Clan will follow His Third Prince!"
Yang Pojun snapped out of his shock, looked at the blond figure in the arena, his eyes filled with fervor and reverence, and loudly accepted the order, "Yes, Grandpa!"
Dai Mubai waved to Oscar: "Little Ao, get me a few Recovery Sausage, to help Clan Leader Yang and me recover."
"Okay!"
Oscar strode forward, his Soul Ring lighting up as he created four Super Recovery Sausage, which he handed to Dai Mubai and Yang Wudi respectively.
After they took the medicine, its gentle effects dissolved, rapidly restoring their depleted Soul Power and alleviating their injuries considerably.
As Yang Wudi felt his body rapidly recovering, he couldn't help but look at Oscar and exclaimed in surprise, "This Food-type Martial Soul... its quality is so high? Its recovery effect is almost comparable to some high-quality Pill!"
Oscar scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, "Thank you for the compliment, Clan Leader Yang."
Yang Wudi's gaze grew increasingly profound. Indeed, none of the Third Prince's companions were mediocre. Following such a person might truly be the opportunity for the Breaking Clan to rise again.
With the matter settled, Dai Mubai instructed Oscar to bring Zhao Wuji, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong over.
Before long, Oscar led the three to the inner hall of the Breaking Clan.
A sumptuous feast had already been prepared in the hall, the air filled with the aroma of wine.
Apart from the six people on Dai Mubai's side, the only people present were Yang Wudi and his grandson Yang Pojun.
Everyone took their seats.
Dai Mubai spoke first, "Senior Yang, Brother Pojun, let me introduce you."
He raised his hand to indicate that he would begin introducing each person from those beside him.
"Oscar, Martial Soul: Sausage, Innate Full Soul Power, Just Fourteen and a Half Years Old, Level Thirty-Nine Food-Type Soul Elder."
"Ma Hongjun, Martial Soul Fire Phoenix, twelve and a half years old, level thirty-eight Power Attack System Battle Soul Elder, possessing the purest and most yang Phoenix Flame."
"Zhu Zhuqing, my fiancée, twelve years old, with the Nine Nether Spirit Cat Martial Soul, a level 38 Agility Attack Battle Soul Elder."
"Ning Rongrong, who will also be my future wife, is twelve and a half years old. Her Martial Soul the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda, and she is a level thirty-six support-type Soul Elder."
The four of them stood up and bowed simultaneously. "Greetings, Senior Yang."
When Ning Rongrong saw Dai Mubai publicly and domineeringly acknowledge her for the first time, her ears immediately turned bright red.
Finally, Dai Mubai pointed to Zhao Wuji: "This is our teacher, Zhao Wuji. Senior Yang should have heard of him. Immovable Wisdom King, his Martial Soul Vajra Vajra Bear, and he is a level 79 Power Attack System Battle Soul Saint."
Zhao Wuji clasped his hands in a fist salute and said in a booming voice, "Clan Leader Yang, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Yang Wudi quickly stood up to return the greeting, but his heart was already churning with turmoil.
His gaze swept across the crowd. Where did this Third Prince gather such a group of geniuses and prodigies? Even the Immovable Wisdom King Zhao Wuji was willing to follow him...
Yang Wudi took a deep breath, his gaze towards Dai Mubai filled with even greater admiration. To be able to gather such geniuses under his command, this young man was no ordinary person!
He composed himself, pulled Yang Pojun aside, and introduced him, "Your Highness, this is my only grandson, Yang Pojun. His Martial Soul is the Soul -Soul Breaking Spear. He is fifteen years old and a level thirty-one Power Attack System Soul Elder."
Yang Pojun was tall and straight, his face bearing a resemblance to Yang Wudi, but lacking some of the weariness of youth and possessing more of a youthful vigor. He rose and solemnly bowed to Dai Mubai: "Greetings, Third Prince."
Dai Mubai glanced at him and nodded slightly.
At fifteen years old and thirty-one levels, his Innate Soul Power is roughly at level seven, which is quite good among ordinary Soul Master. However, the Soul Breaking Spear's attack power is unparalleled in the world. With proper training, he may very well be able to stand on his own in the future.
A bitter look flashed in Yang Wudi's eyes. The Breaking Clan had been in decline for too long, lacking top-tier resources and platforms, and had only recently begun to show signs of improvement.
A thought struck him, and he brazenly said, "Your Highness, Pojun is quite promising. His marksmanship is quite skillful, and he is willing to endure hardship in his training. If Your Highness doesn't mind, could you allow him to follow you into battle and be at your beck and call?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Pojun's eyes immediately gleamed with fervor.
He had just witnessed Dai Mubai's earth-shattering battle with his grandfather at the martial arts arena, Dai Mubai had left an indelible mark on his heart.
To be able to follow such a person is something countless young Soul Master dream of!
Dai Mubai laughed heartily. This was Yang Wudi trying to deepen their relationship, so he naturally wouldn't refuse. "Alright! Senior Yang trusts me so much, then from this day forward, Pojun will be my brother, Dai Mubai's brother."
Yang Pojun was overjoyed and immediately knelt on one knee. "Yang Pojun greets Your Third Prince!"
Dai Mubai pulled him up and laughed, "Since we're brothers, don't call me Third Prince. Just call me Boss Dai, like them."
Yang Pojun nodded emphatically. "Yes, Boss Dai!"
Everyone sat down again, and the atmosphere was much warmer than before.
After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,
Dai Mubai put down his wine cup, turned his gaze to Yang Wudi, and asked, "Senior Yang, I've heard that you're obsessed with alchemy and have achieved a very high level of skill?"
Yang Wudi stroked his sparse beard, a hint of pride appearing on his face. "Your Highness flatters me. I do indeed enjoy alchemy, and after breaking through to level eighty, I've become somewhat lax in cultivating my Soul Power. I'm afraid I've made a fool of myself in front of Your Highness."
Dai Mubai thought to himself, "Isn't this a sign of laxity?"
In the original novel, when Tang San, Yang Wudi was only level 82. This shows that after breaking through to the Soul Douluo, Yang Wudi rarely cultivated anymore and focused his attention on alchemy.
Dai Mubai said solemnly, "Since Senior Yang has already followed me, I naturally cannot let him keep giving. Today, I will present you with a treasure that I believe will be a perfect match for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly reached his right hand into the Storage Soul Tool.
The next instant, an indescribable, exotic fragrance suddenly filled the hall.
The fragrance was extremely pure, as if it contained the essence of heaven and earth. Just a light sniff made one feel refreshed.
In Dai Mubai's palm, he held a large, pale pink flower with a stem three feet long and an extremely large bloom.
"This is..." Yang Wudi's breath caught in his throat.
He was struck dumb, frozen in his seat, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the fairy flower.
A moment later, Yang Wudi stood up shakily and stretched out his trembling hands.
"Aromatic Silk Beauty..."
Yang Wudi carefully accepted the Aromatic Silk Beauty, his voice slightly hoarse.