Douluo Continent: From Rusty Spear to Emperor-Slaying Spear

Chapter 35 Want the Yang Family Spear Technique? Goodbye!

Ji Wuming looked at the young man from the Broken Clan with great sympathy.

"Sigh! That makes perfect sense."

Throughout the history of both the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire, the laws they have enacted have primarily targeted ordinary citizens and low-level Soul Masters. Powerful Soul Masters, however, are often exempt from the laws of these two empires.

The Spirit Hall handled this matter very well, punishing those Spirit Masters who gained immense power but abused it recklessly—what people often call fallen Spirit Masters. This can be considered a commendable achievement.

However, even the Spirit Hall, after ten thousand years of development from a loose alliance, has, apart from the Angel God's legacy, become just like the two great empires, with its upper and middle levels corrupt and decadent.

Even if the lower-level deacons of the Spirit Hall worked diligently, they could not avert the crisis of the Spirit Hall's collapse.

"Brother, I can tell you're not from Tianxing City. What brings you here? Would you like to buy some pills from my Po Clan?"

The man quickly composed himself, took out several bottles and jars, and introduced them to Ji Wuming.

"These are insect repellent pills, disinfectant, and Soul Restoration Pills that can restore a small amount of soul power..."

Ji Wuming shook his head in refusal, then turned to the man and said,

"I'd like to purchase some antidotes that can cure the poison of Soul Saints or Soul Douluos. I wonder if the Breaking Clan has any such antidotes?"

Yes, yes!

The man's expression instantly changed, adopting the demeanor of a street vendor making a sale. He looked at Ji Wuming politely and continued, "However, I don't have this type of antidote here. You have to ask the clan leader to refine it, and the price is..."

"As long as your Breaking Clan has this kind of pill, the price is negotiable."

Ji Wuming secretly rejoiced. He hadn't expected to be able to enter the Po Clan's mansion so easily. Money really does make the world go round, especially now that the Po Clan was being deliberately targeted and economically blocked.

"Then please come with me to the clan's territory. I wonder how much you intend to purchase, esteemed guest?"

"good!"

Ji Wuming looked at the man leading the way, then held up one finger.

"Is 1 gold coins enough? If not, I can add more."

The man was overjoyed at this moment, and all the troubles he had felt from the Spirit Hall's deliberate provocation vanished.

Wow! Ten thousand gold soul coins! That's almost half a year's income from selling medicine. This person must be a purchasing agent from some family to be able to come up with so much money at once.

The man gave a few instructions to the clansmen beside him, then introduced Ji Wuming to them.

"My name is Yang Yong. May I ask how I should address you, esteemed guest?"

"My name is Ji Wuming."

"Ji Wuming is a good name; the surname Ji is really auspicious!"

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The Po Clan's residence wasn't too far away, and the group soon arrived at the clan's gate. Although the entire residence wasn't as grand as the Han Hai Academy, nor as imposing as some sects,

As soon as they entered the front yard, a powerful pressure of soul force swept over them. Unlike the domineering nature of soul force pressure, this was a kind of intimidating aura.

"Who, who offered 1 gold soul coins for the antidote pill?"

A man two meters tall with a scar on his chest came running up to greet them with great enthusiasm. This man was none other than Yang Wudi, who had devoted himself to the study of medicine to the point of near madness.

"Clan leader, this is Brother Ji Wuming."

Upon hearing this, Yang Wudi looked down at Ji Wuming and carefully examined him.

"Ji Wuming, is there a famous Soul Master named Ji in the Soul Master world? That's strange! He's already a Soul Master of level 33 or higher at such a young age."

"Ah! Soul Master?"

Yang Yong, standing to the side, looked at Yang Wudi, then at Ji Wuming, his eyes filled with shock. He looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, yet he had already reached the level of a Soul Master of level 33 or higher. No wonder he couldn't tell his Soul Power level and thought he was just an ordinary disciple of a powerful organization.

"Excuse me, what level are you now, young man?"

Looking at the extremely curious Yang Wudi, Ji Wuming replied without hesitation, "Barely level 35!"

Yang Wudi turned his head to look at Yang Yong, the most talented member of the younger generation in his family.

"Yong'er, look at you, you're only level 34 at 17. Look at others, they're only 15 and they're already level 35. You need to work harder so that if I die in the future, you can better take over the heavy responsibility of the clan leader."

"Chieftain, I will definitely try my best!"

Yang Yong's eyes were extremely determined, but his heart was like a deflated balloon; no matter how much he tried to inflate it, it just wouldn't fill up. It wasn't that he wasn't trying, but the situation in his clan simply didn't allow him to cultivate in peace.

The clan's finances have been in deficit for years. Although the deficit isn't huge, there are times when income can't cover expenses, barely enough to sustain the clan's livelihood. If the clan leader didn't develop new medicines, their lives might be much better.

"Yong'er, it's good that you have the heart."

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Yang Wudi invited Ji Wuming into the hall and they slowly sat down.

"Young Ji, Yong'er has explained it to you in detail before. If I want to refine the pills you mentioned, your 10,000 gold soul coins can buy about 100 pills, but my clan does not have enough corresponding medicinal materials! We can only refine ten pills, which will take a maximum of three days to complete."

"It's alright, ten is fine. As for the extra money, consider it my donation to the Broken Clan."

"What?"

Yang Wudi looked at Ji Wuming with displeasure. He was reluctant to accept funding from others, lest he be seen as a good-for-nothing by other families.

"Although my Po clan is poor, we never take money from other clans, especially not from other clans! Ten pills only cost 1 gold coins; you can take the rest back!"

Seeing that Yang Wudi was as arrogant as he remembered, Ji Wuming felt even more admiration for him. Therefore, he directly stated his true purpose for coming to the Po Clan.

"This money is not intended to subsidize your Po clan. I have other purposes for coming here. I am fond of rare and exotic plants. The Po clan is skilled in medicine, so their knowledge of rare and exotic plants must far surpass that of the outside world."

"Besides that, I have another request: I hope to discuss some spear techniques with the Broken Clan."

"What?"

At this moment, Yang Wudi's previous amiable expression vanished, replaced by a wary look as he stared at Ji Wuming. He was certain that the former had no problem learning about plants and trees.

In his view, the latter's discussion of spear techniques was no different from stealing his own Yang family's spear techniques, except that the act of discussing spear techniques was quite ingenious.

"We, the Breaking Clan, agree to your requests for elixirs and various herbal guides. However, if you insist on focusing solely on spear techniques, the door is right over there. Goodbye!"

Seeing that Yang Wudi was already angry, Ji Wuming understood his concerns perfectly. Their Po Yi clan's spear technique was a systematic spear technique created through the efforts of several generations of clansmen.

If this information were passed on to outsiders, it would likely allow them to find weaknesses in the Yang family's attack methods. In fact, if outsiders were to master certain countermeasures, they could potentially wipe out the Yang family members instantly.

(End of this chapter)