Two days later.
Star Luo Empire, Qingshi City.
Qingshi City is located in the northeastern part of the Star Luo Empire. The city is not large, but it is quite prosperous, with shops lining both sides of the street and pedestrians everywhere.
Lin Mo stood at the city gate, surveying the unfamiliar city before him, a wave of emotion washing over him.
The Breaking Clan truly lives up to its reputation as the best-performing of the Four Single-Attribute Clans. Even after suffering such a severe blow, they have recovered considerably after so many years of recuperation.
Throughout this city, one can see numerous pharmacies and shops related to the Breaking Clan.
There are clinics with signs that read " Yang Clan Pharmacy ", shops that sell all kinds of medicinal herbs, and collection points that buy medicinal herbs picked by farmers.
These shops are bustling with people, and business seems to be pretty good.
Lin Mo withdrew his gaze, sighing inwardly.
From this perspective, they are several times better than the Speed Clan he had seen near Yu Feng City.
After being abandoned by the Clear Sky Sect, the Speed Clan lived a very difficult life. The entire clan was poor and even food and clothing were a problem.
It's truly lamentable that the Speed Clan, with a patriarch of the Soul Douluo level like Bai He charge, has fallen to such a state.
This made Lin Mo sigh: even a Soul Master family needs a skill to make a living, otherwise they can only sit and wait until their resources run out.
The Breaking Clan has medicine-making skills, the Strength Clan has forging skills, and even the Defense Clan can build houses. Even if they leave the Clear Sky Sect, they can still survive by their skills.
In stark contrast to them was the Speed Clan, who had no skills to make a living, leading to their miserable existence!
After confirming that he had not come to the wrong place, Lin Mo followed the direction of Yang Clan Fort, the gathering place of the Breaking Clan, which he had found out from his memory.
Qingshi City is not large, and Yang Clan Fort is easy to find.
After passing through two main streets and turning into an alley, a fortified village covering a considerable area comes into view.
The fortress is surrounded by high walls, with its gate tightly closed. Above the gate hangs a plaque with three simple, ancient characters: Yang Clan Fort.
Two guards stood at the entrance, with knives at their waists and their expressions wary.
Lin Mo stepped forward.
"Halt! Who goes there?" One of the guards reached out to stop him, sizing up the young man.
Lin Mo stopped and said calmly, "Please inform them that Lin Mo from Heaven Dou City has come to visit Clan Chief Yang Wudi."
" Lin Mo?" The guard paused, then his pupils constricted slightly as if he remembered something. "Is that the One-Character Prince Equal to the Emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire?"
Lin Mo nodded.
The guard took a deep breath, his attitude immediately becoming more respectful. "Please wait a moment, I'll go and inform them right away."
After saying that, he turned and ran quickly into the fortress.
Yang Clan Fort, council hall.
Yang Wudi sat in the main seat, holding a prescription in his hand, frowning as he pondered something.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside.
The sect disciple responsible for guarding the gate rushed into the council hall, and before he could even bow, he exclaimed, "Clan leader, a distinguished guest has arrived!"
Seeing this, Yang Wudi frowned and immediately reprimanded, "What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and disrespectful?"
He put down the prescription in his hand, looked up at the disciple, and said in an unfriendly tone, "Haven't I already given the orders? No visitors for the time being."
Could the guests who have come to the Breaking Clan during this period be any good guests?
Ever since the incident involving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the threshold of their Breaking Clan has been worn down by other sects.
Many people want to come to them to discuss franchising, but what they call franchising is essentially a takeover.
Moreover, among the forces that came, the Spirit Hall had more or less behind them.
Thinking of this, Yang Wudi couldn't help but curse again in his heart.
Both he and the Breaking Clan are absolutely irreconcilable enemies with the Spirit Hall.
When the Clear Sky Sect abandoned them, the Spirit Hall took advantage of their misfortune, causing the Breaking Clan to suffer heavy losses and be severely weakened.
Even his only son and only brother died at the hands of the Spirit Hall, and he always held a grudge against them.
The fact that he could suppress his disgust and listen to those people finish speaking before choosing to see them off already shows he had immense patience.
Upon hearing Yang Wudi's words, the junior disciple shook his head. "Clan leader, the people who came this time are different."
"Different?" Yang Wudi raised his head in confusion and asked, "How are they different?"
The disciple took a deep breath and said bluntly, "There was only one person, and he said his name was Lin Mo."
Upon hearing this, Yang Wudi was completely stunned.
He regained his composure and asked his disciple, "Which Lin Mo is it? It can't be the Lin Mo who's been making headlines lately, can it?"
The disciple nodded. "It's that Lin Mo."
Yang Wudi fell silent.
Lin Mo, One-Character Prince Equal to the Emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, an eighteen-year-old Seven-Ring Soul Sage, and a monstrous genius with Hundred-Thousand-Year Seventh Soul Ring.
This name is now known to everyone in mainland China.
What is he doing here?
Yang Wudi frowned, his mind churning with thoughts.
After a moment, he sighed and waved his hand, "In that case, let's invite him in."
The disciple bowed respectfully, turned, and quickly left the council hall.
Yang Wudi sat in the main seat, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.
Lin Mo's visit is likely also related to the franchise agreement.
But Yang Wudi no longer wanted to get involved in any conflicts.
After what happened with the Clear Sky Sect, he saw through it all.
Those who attach themselves to the strong will ultimately be discarded when disaster strikes.
Rather than that, it's better to live alone.
Although life was a bit tough, at least it was comfortable.
Soon after, Lin Mo, guided by his disciple, successfully entered the interior of Yang Clan Fort, passed through several corridors, and arrived at the entrance of the council hall.
He stepped into the hall, his gaze falling on the figure in the main seat.
Yang Wudi, the patriarch of the Breaking Clan.
Lin Mo stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Clan Chief Yang, I have long admired your name."
Yang Wudi nodded slightly in return, saying, "Young friend Lin, you're too kind. Please have a seat."
Lin Mo took his seat in the guest section.
A disciple served tea, then bowed and withdrew.
The hall was quiet for a moment.
Yang Wudi picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked at Lin Mo. He asked calmly, "Young friend Lin, what brings you here from afar?"
Lin Mo didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point. "Clan Chief Yang, I plan to establish a sect, and I've come today to sincerely invite you to join us."
Yang Wudi remained unmoved upon hearing this.
He put down his teacup, his tone still calm. "Young friend Lin, to be honest, quite a few Soul Master forces have recently visited the Breaking Clan."
They came here for the same reason as you, but I refused them all.
At this point, Yang Wudi looked up at Lin Mo.
Although he didn't continue speaking, his meaning was already very clear.
After what happened with the Clear Sky Sect, he didn't want his sect or himself to get too involved in those matters.
He only wanted to study how to further improve his attack power and to work on the medicine-making techniques passed down in his sect; everything else was just a passing cloud to him.
Franchise?
To put it nicely, isn't it just about getting them tied to the war machine?
Lin Mo has two Titled Douluo behind him, as well as the title of "One-Character Prince Equal to the Emperor," which on the surface makes him seem stronger than those miscellaneous sects.
But the more this is the case, the more cautious he needs to be.
Getting on the boat is easy, but getting off is difficult.
Once they agree, the Breaking Clan will no longer be an independent entity.
Lin Mo showed no displeasure at Yang Wudi's refusal.
He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down, saying calmly, "I understand Chief Yang's concerns."
However, I still hope that the clan leader can listen to me completely before making a decision.
Yang Wudi raised his hand, signaling Lin Mo to continue.
Lin Mo slowly spoke, "The sect I plan to create will be called the Body Sect."
"And now, my two elders, Poison Douluo Dugu Bo and Medical Sage Douluo Ye Linyuan, will both join us as Supreme Elders."
"Before coming to the Breaking Clan, I had already visited the Four Elements Academy to obtain their consent. The four academies— Divine Wind, Blazing Fire, Heavenly Water, Thunderclap —will all become part of the sect."
Yang Wudi nodded slightly, without saying a word.
He naturally knew about the Four Elements Academy.
These are all renowned Soul Master Academy within the Heaven Dou Empire, each with its own traditions and profound foundations.
Lin Mo's ability to win over four families in one go is indeed quite impressive.
Lin Mo continued, "However, compared to the Four Elements Academy, what I value most is the Breaking Clan. To be precise, it's Clan Chief Yang and your medicine-making skills."
Yang Wudi raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Lin Mo looked directly into his eyes and said, word by word, "Moreover, I can offer a bargaining chip that Chief Yang cannot refuse."
Upon hearing this, Yang Wudi couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.
An irresistible bargaining chip?
That sounds nice.
They're just like the other sects that came here before, making empty promises.
What resources will support them? What prestigious status will they enjoy? What future development prospects will they have?
He was so tired of hearing those words that he was practically sick of them.
He was about to politely decline when he saw Lin Mo reach into the Wishful Hundred Treasure Purse at his waist.
The next moment, a large pink flower appeared out of thin air in Lin Mo's hand.
A large, pale pink flower, without leaves, with a stem three feet long and an extremely large bloom, its diameter easily a foot.
Each petal looked as clear and translucent as crystal, and the stamens were pale purple, like purple diamonds set there.
A delicate fragrance wafts from the flowers, Qing Ya and invigorating.
The moment Yang Wudi saw the large flower clearly, the cup in his hand fell straight to the ground.
Snap!
The porcelain cup fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces, spilling tea all over the floor.
But Yang Wudi completely ignored all of this.
He suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on the large pink flower in Lin Mo's hand, his pupils shrinking, his face filled with disbelief.
"This... this is..."
His voice trembled, his lips quivered, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
Seeing Yang Wudi's reaction, Lin Mo couldn't help but show a hint of satisfaction.
He cleared his throat and said slowly, "It seems Chief Yang recognizes this flower. Then it's not in vain that I've traveled so far."
He stood up, held the large pink flower in his palm, and handed it to Yang Wudi.
"As the saying goes, a fine sword is given to a hero. This item can only be of its greatest use if it is in the hands of Chief Yang. As long as the chief agrees, this item will belong to him."
Yang Wudi stared intently at the large pink flower, his lips moving, and finally, with difficulty, he uttered a few words:
" Aromatic Silk Beauty."