When Yang Wudi heard this, a trace of doubt appeared on his face. "Could it be that you have your eyes on something else from our Po Clan?"
Yang Xiong smiled. "The Po Clan's alchemy is unparalleled in the world. Naturally, I hold it in high regard."
Yang Wudi's face darkened. "How bold. The art of alchemy is a closely guarded secret of the Po Clan. Even during the peak of the Hao Tian Sect's dominance, we never handed it over."
Yang Xiong shook his head. "You're overthinking it, Senior Yang. I'm not interested in your alchemical techniques. What I'm interested in is your knowledge of medicinal herbs. I believe your clan must have a comprehensive study on herbs, and that's what I need."
"Of course, I won't take it for free. I have a ninth-grade Purple Ganoderma. While it may not be a top-tier immortal herb, it's still a premium spiritual herb. I propose exchanging it for your clan's herbal knowledge. I believe you understand the value of a ninth-grade Purple Ganoderma,it's certainly worth more than your herbal knowledge."
Yang Wudi's mouth twitched slightly upon hearing this. Of course, he knew the value of a ninth-grade Purple Ganoderma. As someone who loved alchemy and yearned for rare herbs, he never expected Yang Xiong to have such a treasure.
In truth, Yang Xiong was lucky enough to recognize the herb, but the ninth-grade Purple Ganoderma was of no use to him personally.
According to the original story, the ninth-grade Purple Ganoderma is a top-tier ganoderma with the effects of replenishing vitality, boosting energy, and increasing cultivation. In the original work, Yu Xiaogang used it to break through the level 29 bottleneck and eventually reached the rank of Titled Douluo. Its effect is comparable to that of an immortal herb.
Yang Wudi had long been stuck at a bottleneck, and due to years of alchemy work, his progress had stalled,much like Yu Xiaogang. The Purple Ganoderma's effects might just be what he needed to make a breakthrough.
However, Yang Wudi paused and said, "Yang Xiong, your offer is indeed generous. But ultimately, soul masters must rely on strength. Even if you now have the support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, without sufficient strength, it means nothing."
Yang Xiong responded, "That's simple. I've heard the Po Clan excels in combat. Choose a soul master under level 60, and I'll fight him."
Yang Wudi's face darkened. "You're too arrogant, Yang Xiong. You're only at level 45. Do you think you can beat a high-level Soul King? The Po Clan possesses pure attack-type martial spirits. Our Soul Kings' offensive power is far stronger than you think."
Yang Xiong replied casually, "It's just a Soul King. As you said, strength speaks for itself. If I didn't have strong confidence, I wouldn't have come to the Po Clan."
Yang Wudi didn't hesitate. He called out toward the door, "Wuwei, come in."
As expected, following his command, a man around thirty-five entered the hall. From his appearance, he shared some resemblance with Yang Wudi.
"Yang Xiong, this is my son, Yang Wuwei. If you can defeat him, I'll agree to the cooperation you proposed. Otherwise, leave. Even without the Fragrant Delicate Immortal Herb, I won't risk the lives of the hundreds in my clan."
Without hesitation, Yang Xiong stepped into the center of the hall.
The two stood facing each other. To the spectators, this seemed like an overwhelmingly one-sided match.
Yang Xiong spoke first, "I'm Yang Xiong, a level 45 assault-type Battle Soul Sect. Please advise me."
Yang Wuwei replied with pride, "Yang Wuwei, level 59 assault-type Battle Soul King. The difference in our soul power is too large. You'd best be careful. My Broken Soul Spear is purely offensive."
Yang Xiong smiled, "Oh, I forgot to mention. I can function as an assault-type, agility-type, and even defense-type. So you should be careful too."
Both quickly released their martial spirits and spirit rings. Yang Xiong's entire body turned silver, displaying two yellow, one purple, and one black spirit ring. Yang Wuwei had two yellow, two purple, and one black spirit ring.
Yang Wuwei and Yang Wudi were both shocked. "A ten-thousand-year fourth ring? How is that possible?"
Yang Xiong grinned. "Nothing is impossible. The future may hold even more surprises."
Yang Wuwei instantly realized this opponent was no ordinary Soul Sect. To absorb a ten-thousand-year fourth ring, one's physical strength must already match that of a Soul King.
Wielding his over-three-meter-long Broken Soul Spear, Yang Wuwei charged toward Yang Xiong with fearless momentum,a true Po Clan warrior.
Yang Xiong grabbed the spear barehanded, feeling its sharpness and terrifying force, which pushed him back several meters.
Despite being a Soul King, Yang Wuwei seemed to have combat power equivalent to a Soul Emperor, especially in terms of attack power,likely rivaling even Qin Ming.
Considering his age, Yang Wuwei and Qin Ming were likely peers. Clearly, the Po Clan had preserved their strength well over the years.
Yang Wuwei was truly formidable,each strike faster and stronger than the last, like a storm. He was the strongest Soul King Yang Xiong had encountered.
However, Yang Xiong was faster. Though his hands ached slightly, he didn't fear the Broken Soul Spear.
Knowing the vast soul power gap, he summoned his silver armor,the Xuanming Armor.
The spectators were startled. Yang Xiong was already known in some circles and was rumored to possess an external spirit bone. Seeing it firsthand was another matter,the armor's defense was exceptional.
Yang Wuwei's spirit rings lit up as he unleashed his first skill: Shock. A powerful tremor radiated from the Broken Soul Spear as his momentum peaked.
Yang Xiong, unflinching, charged in with fists clenched, meeting the spear head-on with his self-created skill: Bone-Shattering Strike.
Despite Wuwei's strength, it was just his first skill. After the clash, Yang Xiong didn't budge, while Yang Wuwei was forced back a step.
Wuwei was shocked. In terms of strength, Yang Xiong was not weaker,perhaps even stronger.
The fight continued at lightning speed. Although Wuwei unleashed relentless attacks, Yang Xiong matched him in speed and power, gradually gaining the upper hand.
The Broken Soul Spear, a top-tier weapon spirit, showed its fearsome strength. But Yang Xiong, agile and reactive, even used teleportation to evade and counterattack, keeping things evenly matched.
Wuwei unleashed multiple soul skills, but Yang Xiong neutralized them all with blinding speed and clever use of his own self-created techniques.
All of Wuwei's soul skills were single-character and purely offensive. Despite his strong combat ability, he wasn't stronger than Yaomei of the Spirit Hall Elite Team.
Several minutes passed before Yang Xiong activated his fourth spirit ring. His muscles swelled, and his skin and bones hardened,it was his fourth skill: Dragon-Elephant Body.
Yang Xiong typically avoided using spirit skills, but augmentation skills like this had no weaknesses, so he had recently begun using them more freely.
With Dragon-Elephant Body activated, his strength, defense, and endurance soared, allowing him to overpower Yang Wuwei physically.
Wuwei, feeling humiliated, activated his fifth ring. Black flames erupted from him and enveloped the Broken Soul Spear,his fifth skill: Break.
Facing Wuwei's peak attack, Yang Xiong remained fearless. With his enhanced body, he conjured a massive golden Rasengan in his right hand and hurled it with full force at Wuwei.
Both were blown back dozens of meters by the clash. Though Dragon-Elephant Body granted Yang Xiong the edge, Wuwei had fully unleashed his weapon spirit's potential.
However, Yang Xiong managed to stay on his feet, gradually recovering. Wuwei, having taken a direct hit, seemed badly injured.
Even so, Wuwei tried to get up and continue fighting,true to the Po Clan's fearsome battle spirit.
At this point, Yang Wudi spoke. "Enough, Wuwei. You lost this time. Focus on training and win it back later."
Then he turned to Yang Xiong. "Your strength is even more impressive than I imagined. With your unique martial spirit and physique, perhaps no one below Soul Emperor level can match you."
"I, Yang Wudi, keep my word. The Po Clan will accompany you to the Heaven Dou Empire. Just don't disappoint us,I don't want things to turn ugly in the future."
Yang Xiong replied, "I always keep my word. Whatever I want to do, I will do it. As long as the Po Clan follows me, I promise you won't regret it."
Then, Yang Xiong took out the ninth-grade Purple Ganoderma and Fragrant Delicate Immortal Herb from his soul tool, using soul power to float them before Yang Wudi.
Looking at the two herbs, Yang Wudi hesitated before finally sighing with a bitter smile. "Fine. Whether for me or the Po Clan, these two herbs are extremely valuable. Perhaps I really should consider this carefully."
"Yang Xiong, you're giving me both of these so easily. Aren't you afraid I'll go back on my word?"
Yang Xiong smiled. "I know a bit about your personality, Senior Yang. I admire the Po Clan's style. While you may be a bit stubborn and solitary, you're all true warriors,real men. Honest and straightforward. You'd never betray your principles over two herbs."
Yang Wudi sighed. "I didn't expect anyone to understand our way of life. Very well, you can stay with the Po Clan for half a month. After that, we'll go with you to the Heaven Dou Empire. I hope this decision is the right one."
Yang Xiong nodded. "Thank you for your trust, Senior Yang. I promise I won't let you down."
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