"Oscar… it will take us nearly seven days to reach the Sunset Forest. During that time, we should plan how to proceed with Master's task and not disappoint him."
Walking along the road, Dai Mubai spoke.
"Yes, Boss. I understand." Oscar nodded solemnly, his eyes steady, before continuing with a reverent look.
"But I didn't expect Master to know another Titled Douluo… his name is Dugu Bo, right? For him to be willing to help with Master's establishment of the pavilion, they must have quite a good relationship."
"And… could it be that the person Master wanted us to meet when in danger is him?" Oscar speculated, his thoughts a mixture of bewilderment and admiration.
Dai Mubai replied, "Maybe it is, maybe it's not. But I don't dare to open that paper and see whose name is written on it…"
"And I also didn't expect His Majesty Dugu Bo to be friends with our Master. From what I know, his personality is extremely erratic, and he's not easy to get along with. To think that such a man is willing to take on such a heavy task for Master's sake…" Mubai paused mid-sentence, turning to look at Oscar.
Their eyes met—and widened—as the same thought arose in both their hearts.
After a moment, they broke out of their shock.
"Master is… indeed formidable," Oscar muttered.
"Of course. I still remember that day when Master let us glimpse his power… That vision… that day completely changed my life." Dai Mubai's voice carried unshakable reverence for Salas.
"It must be our fate to meet Master… otherwise, I can't believe I'd ever be lucky enough to encounter someone like him." Oscar shook his head, smiling happily.
"Yeah…"
With their own thoughts lingering, the two boarded a carriage, heading towards Heaven Dou City—hearts filled with anticipation for their bright future.
....
While Salas sent Dai Mubai and Oscar to the Sunset Forest, in Heaven Dou City, Yang Wudi had already arrived.
Dugu Family Mansion
Inside the grand welcome hall, a lavish feast was laid out.
At the head of the table sat Dugu Bo in his signature green robe, his appearance now looking much younger—more like a man in his middle years.
On the opposite side sat a tall yet slim man with a muscular build. Although his face was aged, his hair was jet black. This was none other than Yang Wudi, visiting under Dugu Bo's invitation.
Seated to either side of him were two elders of the Broken Clan, each at the peak of the Soul Saint level.
Only four people were present, yet the atmosphere felt oppressive and heavy.
Most notably, Yang Wudi and the two elders, despite the fine dishes before them, hadn't touched a single bite.
Dugu Bo's calm voice broke the silence:
"I will give you an incense's time to consider...."
From his tone, it was clear their discussion had already reached its final stage.
Just as Yang Wudi, eyes cold, opened his mouth to give his answer, Dugu Bo continued—
"...And if you are willing to pledge your allegiance, my Lord has prepared this as your welcoming gift."
With a flick of his wrist, an herb appeared in his hand, releasing a gentle tulip fragrance that spread through every corner of the hall.
It was a pale pink flower without leaves, its stem three chi long and two chi in diameter. Each petal glistened like crystal, and the aura it radiated filled the heart with a majestic feeling.
It was none other than the Beautiful Silk Tulip, an immortal herb.
The instant Yang Wudi laid eyes on it, the rejection he had been ready to voice died in his throat.
He longed to rush forward, seize the flower, and embrace it, but the man before him was a Titled Douluo—someone far above him in strength. Even though Yang Wudi had only recently broken through to level 80, becoming a Soul Douluo, Dugu Bo had stood at the Titled Douluo level for over a decade.
Hands trembling, he slowly sat back down.
"Are you… are you certain… you'll give me this precious herb if I pledge my allegiance to your lord?" Yang Wudi's voice was dreamy, his gaze locked on the flower, unwilling to look away for even a moment.
Dugu Bo smiled. "Of course. That is what my Lord has said. I wouldn't dare alter a single word—you can trust me."
"Then… then… I am willing to submit." Yang Wudi glanced briefly at the two elders beside him. Seeing that they too stared at the herb with obsession, he stammered out his answer.
"Hahaha… good, good! You will not regret submitting to my Lord!" Dugu Bo laughed heartily.
For a moment, when he saw Yang Wudi's stubborn look earlier when he talked about his Lord, he thought that Yang Wudi would be a hard nut to crack and that he was going to fail the task his Lord gave him. But seeing Yang Wudi stutter and submit the moment he saw the herb, Dugu Bo's heart felt at ease.
From now on, it would not be only him doing all the work… there was also another person to share his burden. Oh, not one person, but an entire clan.
Yang Wudi also felt fortunate… He didn't expect that the herb he had been searching for years would arrive before him in such a situation. With it, he wouldn't have to fear anything anymore, he could research any poison he wanted, and there would be no more tragedies in their clan.
Isn't it just submitting to another person? It's not like they had never been subordinate to anyone before… Although he was stubborn and didn't want to submit to anyone for various reasons, now that they had taken out such a divine herb, how dare he reject?
Not to mention… the Lord they would now serve seemed unimaginably powerful, even capable of subduing the infamous Poison Douluo.
Once he made his decision, Yang Wudi felt a great weight lift from his shoulders. Only then did he ask Dugu Bo about his mysterious Lord. Without hiding anything, Dugu Bo told him about Salas.
And like that… the Broken Clan came under Salas's wing.