As the village entrance neared, Lin Xiao pulled out a meticulously crafted visiting card and handed it to Erming beside him.
"Erming, we're visiting, so we must be courteous."
"Go into the village first and hand this card to the person in charge. Remember, no conflict."
Erming took the card, patted his sturdy chest, and assured in a deep voice.
"Don't worry! Brother Lin Xiao, I'll take care of it."
It's worth noting that the card wasn't signed by Lin Xiao himself, but "Poison Douluo Dugu Bo." One
has to admit, when navigating this continent, a resounding reputation and sheer strength can sometimes save a lot of trouble.
Sure enough! Not long after,
footsteps were heard from the direction of the village entrance.
A middle-aged man with a stern face and sharp eyes emerged, leading several calm and composed clansmen.
The leader was none other than Yang Wudi, the patriarch of the Po Yi Clan.
Upon reaching Lin Xiao and the others, they immediately stopped, their expressions solemn, and took the lead in bowing to Dugu Bo.
"Junior, Yang Wudi, leads several elders of the Po Yi Clan to greet His Majesty, Poison Douluo!"
His resonant voice was filled with respect.
This was the most basic form of respect shown to Titled Douluo on the Douluo Continent.
Even though Yang Wudi was already a Level 82 Soul Douluo, his strength rivaling that of a Titled Douluo, he would not break this rule.
As for Lin Xiao, Xiao Wu, and Er Ming, the seemingly immature young men and women, Yang Wudi and the others glanced at them, treating them as mere juniors brought by Poison Douluo.
They naturally offered no offense, but neither did they attach any particular importance to them.
Dugu Bo simply nodded slightly in response to Yang Wudi's gesture. He then gestured to Lin Xiao, who stood beside him.
"Clan Leader Yang, I didn't come here to look for you."
"He has something to discuss."
"So don't worry about me, just talk."
Yang Wudi and the others finally focused their attention on the young man, who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old.
Previously, they had simply assumed he was a junior brought by Poison Douluo and hadn't considered further.
Now, taking a closer look, Yang Wudi's eyes narrowed slightly.
Despite his youth, the young man possessed an unusually calm aura, and the faint fluctuations of his soul power betrayed the strength of a Soul Sect master.
This man's identity was undoubtedly extraordinary, no ordinary descendant of Dugu Bo .
With this realization, Yang Wudi quickly changed his attitude and treated him with more seriousness.
"Excuse me, young friend, what is your name?"
"I've come to the Po Yi Clan, but what's your important matter?"
Lin Xiao smiled warmly, showing no sign of awkwardness in the presence of a Titled Douluo and the clan leader.
"Senior Yang Wudi, you're too polite. Junior Lin Xiao,"
he said, half-jokingly, glancing around the somewhat empty village entrance.
"But are we just going to chat right here at the village entrance? Hahaha."
A hint of embarrassment crossed Yang Wudi and the other elders' faces upon hearing this. This was indeed a bit rude, and a young man had even pointed it out.
Yang Wudi quickly leaned aside, making an inviting gesture.
"I'm sorry!"
"Young friend Lin Xiao, His Majesty the Poison Douluo, please come in!"
"It's just that the village is simple, I hope you will forgive me."
Everyone followed Yang Wudi into the village and arrived at a relatively spacious wooden house.
This was the Po Yi Clan's meeting place.
The furnishings were extremely simple, with only a few old but cleanly polished wooden tables and chairs.
The air was filled with the faint scent of herbs mixed with dust.
Although simple, this was already the finest building in the village.
Once the guests were seated, they were served simple tea. Lin Xiao made no small exchange of pleasantries, nor did he intend to beat around the bush.
He flicked his wrist, and his soul guide ring shone faintly.
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The next moment, a strange plant appeared in his hand and was gently placed on the table in front of Yang Wudi.
Its body was as white as jade, its stamens a pale golden hue. It exuded a faint, almost ethereal fragrance that instantly filled the sparsely furnished reception room.
It was none other than the "Fragrant and Beautiful Immortal Product."
The moment the immortal herb appeared, time seemed to stand still.
Yang Wudi and the elders, who had been sitting still, were drawn in as if by an invisible magnet.
Their breathing became heavy. Their eyes were fixed on the immortal herb, unable to move even a fraction.
The next second, they all stood up almost simultaneously and quickly gathered around the table.
The composure of clan leaders and elders was gone.
They reached out, but dared not touch, instead greedily inhaling the strange aroma, their faces filled with fascination and enthusiasm.
"It's it! It really is!"
"Fragrant and Beautiful Immortal Product! The legendary immortal product!"
Low exclamations of surprise echoed among them, their uncontrollable excitement spreading.
Dugu Bo sat in his seat, his brows furrowed as he watched these men lose their composure.
They dared to touch the immortal item without permission or questioning. This showed they simply didn't take him, Poison Douluo, seriously.
A faint pressure from a Titled Douluo threatened to emanate.
However, Lin Xiao gave him a calming look, a gesture of calm.
Dugu Bo snorted coldly, but ultimately restrained himself.
After a long moment, Yang Wudi suddenly regained his composure. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to break free from the extreme temptation.
He turned and looked at Lin Xiao.
His sharp eyes were now filled with burning desire, even a hint of pleading.
"Young friend Lin Xiao! This fragrant Qiluo immortal item... can you part with it?"
"My Poyi clan is willing to pay any price!"
Faced with Yang Wudi's almost incoherent plea, Lin Xiao didn't respond immediately.
He simply picked up the coarse tea in front of him and took a sip.
His face still wore that unhurried smile, and he gazed calmly at Yang Wudi.
Yang Wudi's enthusiasm cooled slightly as he watched Lin Xiao's reaction.
That's right! Since the other party could offer such an immortal treasure, and placed it directly before him, how could it be a simple transaction?
His previous words, "any price," seemed so pale and powerless.
Yang Wudi gave a wry smile, subduing his excitement and returning to his chair.
"It's me, though, who's a little narrow-minded."
"Young friend, to offer such a precious treasure in front of us, I imagine you have a plan in mind."
"Tell me! What do you need my Po Yi Clan for?"
Seeing that the conversation had reached this point, Lin Xiao finally stopped teasing and said directly,
"I wish to establish my own power."
"And right now, Senior Dugu, the Level 95 Titled Douluo, and Ye Renxin, the Level 91 Titled Douluo, are both honored elders of the sect."
At these words, Yang Wudi and the others paused.
Two Titled Douluos.
And one of them was a newly promoted Nine-Hearted Begonia Spirit Master.
The value of a Healing Titled Douluo far surpasses even that of a combat spirit master of the same rank.
Lin Xiao paused, then continued to dish out information.
"There are also three Spirit Emperors, eight Spirit Kings, and over 500 Spirit Masters above the Soul Venerable level."
"Only this core strength is lacking, and the Po Yi Clan's Soul-Breaking Spear Martial Spirit possesses unparalleled combat power."
"So, Lin Xiao boldly offers this fragrant and beautiful immortal item as a gift.
"Invite the Po Yi Clan to join us."
(End of Chapter)