121 Chapter 114: The Arrival of the Breaking Clan(PS Bonus)

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"Do you not believe me?" Xiao Wu noticed Tang San's distraction and slight displeasure, wondering what he was thinking. "I can truly conceal my aura and identity in front of the Titled Douluo now."

"I believe you," Tang San said with a smile. "How could I not believe my adorable Xiao Wu?"

"Hmph, your tone clearly implies you're just going along with what I said, but I like it," Xiao Wu raised her head proudly, then turned and left the study. "I'm going to train now."

Observing Xiao Wu's mood, Tang San wondered, "Has Di Tian already appeared? Is it because of me, or is there a time traveler causing trouble?" He pondered silently, unable to figure it out, finally deciding to stick to his own plan: to develop steadily, participate in the Continental Elite Youth Soul Master Tournament, gain fame, expand his influence, and gradually change the entire Douluo Continent!

Apart from becoming stronger, another reason was his longing for various convenient modern technological products.

Movies, smartphones, computers...

He only realized their value after losing them.

Therefore, he hoped to make this world what he desired through his efforts, and that was all...

... 

Practicing the techniques from the Xuan Tian Record, mastering soul power control, forging at the blacksmith's shop, practicing the Jade Bone Method, writing and publishing theories, studying the basics of soul tools, teaching theoretical knowledge of light feather soul tools and martial soul aspects, checking Xiao Wu and Guangling's progress in cultivation, and working as a temporary teacher in the city of Nuoding, teaching theoretical knowledge to working students and aristocratic children.

For the past six months, Tang San's life consisted of all these activities, each day meticulously planned.

However, on this day, representatives from the Breaking Clan arrived, inquiring about news regarding Yang Long from the current lord of the Nuoding Martial Soul Hall, Su Yuntao, and learning about Yang Long's death at the hands of Blood Sword Norman.

"What? You say Yang Long was killed by a Fallen?" 

The envoy from the Breaking Clan was a Soul King with a soul power level of fifty-two. Upon hearing of Yang Long's death, he became furious. With his Soul King-level pressure, he made it difficult for Su Yuntao, who had recently reached the level of Soul Douluo, to withstand.

"Please refrain from disrespecting the Martial Soul Hall, sir. We are also searching for this Blood Sword Norman and have contacted nearby city Martial Soul Halls," Su Yuntao realized he couldn't confront the opponent's strength and opted for a diplomatic approach.

Although this was the Martial Soul Hall, it couldn't withstand the abuse of a Soul King.

The Soul King from the Breaking Clan also dared not truly act. After all, their clan had declined an invitation from the Martial Soul Hall two years ago. If they caused trouble again now, the Martial Soul Hall might directly annihilate them under the guise of "vengeance."

"What is the Martial Soul Hall doing? How could they let Yang Long be killed by a Fallen!"

But the Soul King persisted.

Yang Long's cultivation speed was comparable to that of a Full Soul Power innate, and he would surely break through to become a Titled Douluo in the future. He couldn't swallow this injustice!

The Martial Soul Hall must offer compensation!

"Please refrain from insulting the Martial Soul Hall," Su Yuntao's face turned cold. Initially, he could understand the Soul King's agitation over the death of their genius, perhaps feeling upset or unwilling, especially since the opponent was a Soul King. However, now that the Soul King directly insulted the Martial Soul Hall, he couldn't remain passive.

Moreover, the Martial Soul Hall wasn't Yang Long's caretaker. Why should they protect him?

It was simply unreasonable!

"What? You still dare not act?" The Soul King sneered, mocking Su Yuntao, who was only a Soul Douluo. He hoped Su Yuntao would take the first move because then he would have a reason to retaliate.

Things would escalate, and the Blue Silver Overlord Dragon and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would not remain indifferent.

At least the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would help.

After all, the Speed Clan, which had a close relationship with their Breaking Clan, had joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. The Speed Clan had already lifted itself out of poverty and would definitely help their Breaking Clan.

It's just that the Strength Clan seemed a bit "displeased" with the Speed Clan's actions...

"You!" 

Su Yuntao felt resentful, but he still didn't dare to act because he was only a Soul Douluo. If he were to be killed, perhaps the high-ranking members of the Martial Soul Hall would seek revenge for him due to Tang San's face, but he didn't want to die.

Even though he knew Tang San had a Soul Saint secretly protecting him, and he was also a high-ranking member of the Martial Soul Hall, that Spirit Yanyan wasn't always around here; most of the time, she was nowhere to be found.

In fact, at this time, Lin Yuhan was conveniently absent from the Nuoding Martial Soul Hall.

"Who do you think you are? Dogs of the Martial Soul Hall!" The Soul King's words were very offensive.

"Sir, please refrain from using such language."

Tang San walked in from outside the hall and addressed the Soul King, "If you have a grudge against the Martial Soul Hall, you can directly confront the appropriate enemies. There's no need to show off your power here; it only reveals your weakness and incompetence."

"And who are you?" The Soul King turned around, saw Tang San who was already over 1.7 meters tall, frowned, and felt that the other party was quite young.

"I'm a student and a teacher at the Nuoding Academy, Tang San." Tang San introduced himself. "May I know your name?"

"Tang San? Heh, the same name as that Martial Soul Theory Grandmaster," the Soul King sneered. "I'm Yang Wei, a Soul Master from the Breaking Clan, fifty-second level close-combat armor-piercing assault type Soul Master, with a martial soul of the Broken Soul Spear!"

"Pipsqueak, what advice do you have?" 

Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly. "The Breaking Clan? I don't have much advice, but I hope you can admit your mistake to the lord of this division."

It took the Breaking Clan so long to come after Yang Long's death; it seemed that the four single-attribute major clans were indeed declining.

It was understandable. Among these four clans, the one with the best remaining combat power was the Strength Clan, but they only had one Titled Douluo, Titan, and the next strongest was his son, Tainuo, a Soul King. There were no Soul Emperors or Soul Saints in the clan, and the strength of the family members showed two clear tiers.

The Breaking Clan was probably in a similar situation, or even worse than the Strength Clan. This Soul King might be the second strongest in the clan after Yang Wudi.

"Why should I?" Yang Wei chuckled coldly, evidently considering Tang San as a lackey of the Martial Soul Hall. "I haven't even questioned you about colluding with the Fallens and killing Yang Long."

"Please refrain from slandering others with baseless accusations."

At that moment, Tang San lost any goodwill towards Yang Wei, and even harbored some resentment towards the Breaking Clan. In the original work, Yang Wudi had decent strength and a straightforward character, naturally giving Tang San some goodwill. But now, seeing a member of the Breaking Clan, their attitude was truly appalling.

It wasn't straightforwardness but a complete lack of emotional intelligence!

No wonder they had such a miserable time in the original work!

"Forgot that the protagonist of the original work earned Yang Wudi's approval because of his strength, not because Yang Wudi was easygoing. And as for the Immortal Treasure Glazed Pagoda, it might indeed be desired by Yang Wudi on a personal level, but it was probably also to save face for himself. After all, a Titled Douluo being defeated by a Soul Emperor would be a loss of face..."

Tang San realized the key point in his heart. "The former four single-attribute subsidiary clans of the Haotian Sect all have the same 'pride' as the Haotian Sect, and only the Speed Clan is slightly better because their Sharp-tailed Rain Swallow hasn't developed any attack capabilities and is shorter than the other three clans..."

Seeing Tang San's silence, Yang Wei said, "If you want me to apologize, sure, defeat me. In the world of Soul Masters, strength is respected, not empty words."

"Good!" 

Tang San didn't plan to waste any more words. He immediately agreed, "Are you willing to go to the central square of Nuoding City with me? It allows Soul Masters to settle personal grievances."

"Why wouldn't I dare?"

Yang Wei strode out of the Martial Soul Hall towards the central square of Nuoding City. "If you don't come, I'll publicize that the Martial Soul Hall in this small city is afraid of me! Hahaha!"

Su Yuntao wore a bitter expression, feeling resentful, but ultimately turned it into a sigh. "Little San, he's a Soul King, and you're only a Soul Douluo, even though your soul power is close to the level of a Soul Sage, it's still impossible to defeat him."

"Don't worry, Brother Tao, just a Soul King, I can handle him." Tang San's eyes flickered with determination, burning like flames. "Challenging stronger opponents is what makes one stronger!"

(End of this chapter)