Chapter 81: Dad's Here
Yu Tianlin shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Senior Yang. Your condition is too harsh. I can't accept it."
"Oh? Then what exactly are you planning to do, boy?"
Having his proposal rejected yet again, Yang Wudi's expression turned ugly.
"I've already compromised. Don't push your luck."
Yu Tianlin truly had no other options left. He could only brace himself and say,
"Senior Yang, I really do intend to give you the Fragrant Silk Immortal Herb. If you refuse to believe me, then there's nothing more I can do."
Yang Wudi's gaze grew completely cold, and the atmosphere in the council hall instantly froze.
At that moment, a hearty laugh suddenly echoed from outside.
"Haha, Yang Wudi, I heard you want to detain my son. An old man bullying a child, isn't that a bit shameful if word gets out?"
Dad.
Yu Tianlin's heart leapt.
In an instant, he realized the person who could break this deadlock had arrived.
However, even with his father here, this conflict could not be avoided. Yang Wudi would definitely choose to strike first, suppress his father, and seize the initiative.
So, without hesitation, Yu Tianlin immediately activated his Martial Soul and sprinted toward the entrance.
Just as he expected, Yang Wudi's expression changed the moment he heard the laughter. His figure blurred, and he flashed in front of Yu Tianlin as if he had teleported, reaching out to grab him.
Right as Yang Wudi's hand was about to close around him, a black light shield suddenly rose from the ground, forming a barrier between Yu Tianlin and Yang Wudi.
Zuo Jianping had made his move.
Yu Tianlin recognized the black shield at a glance. It was Zuo Jianping's fifth Spirit Skill, a ten thousand year defensive ability with quite impressive strength.
Of course, relying on this alone was far from enough to truly stop a Spirit Douluo like Yang Wudi.
But Yang Wudi wanted to capture Yu Tianlin alive as a hostage. He was wary of injuring him, so he did not summon his Martial Soul, the Soul-Breaking Spear. Relying only on his bare hands, he would need at least a moment to break the shield.
Taking advantage of that precious moment Zuo Jianping had bought, Yu Tianlin retreated at full speed and reached the entrance of the council hall in the blink of an eye.
The instant Yang Wudi shattered the black barrier and prepared to lunge forward again, a figure wreathed in crackling lightning charged straight at him.
It was Yu Tianlin's father, Yu Mingfeng.
Boom.
Their fists collided head-on, and a muffled thunderclap reverberated through the hall.
The two were simultaneously forced back a step.
Yang Wudi landed back at the center of the hall where the clan leader's seat was, while Yu Mingfeng retreated to stand at the entrance, directly in front of Yu Tianlin.
Yu Tianlin hurried to his father's side.
"Dad, are you alright?"
He immediately noticed a few shallow cuts on Yu Mingfeng's palm and couldn't help feeling worried.
"I'm fine."
Yu Mingfeng waved it off. Spirit Power flowed as he circulated it, and the wounds on his palm closed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He locked eyes with Yang Wudi and said,
"As expected of Senior Yang. The Soul-Breaking Spear truly lives up to its reputation."
"You are not bad either."
Yang Wudi hid his own hand behind his back. His palm was completely blackened by lightning.
"What an impressive Lightning Tyrant Dragon."
Although the two had only clashed once, their Spirit Power had carried the traits of their respective Martial Souls. Just from that exchange, they could clearly feel the power behind each other's bloodline and so, they frankly acknowledged it.
While the two were facing off, a dark shadow flickered and appeared beside Yu Tianlin.
Startled, Yu Tianlin instinctively prepared to attack, but Yu Mingfeng placed a hand on his shoulder. His father's powerful Spirit Power surged into his body, pressing down on Yu Tianlin's own Spirit Power and forcing him out of his Martial Soul possession state.
In his possessed state, Yu Tianlin's 3 purple thousand year Spirit Rings were far too eye-catching. That was precisely why Yu Mingfeng had chosen to suppress his Spirit Power the moment he arrived.
"Young Master Tianlin, it's me."
The figure in black spoke as well, revealing his identity.
Yu Tianlin looked closely and realized it was Zuo Jianping.
Right after Zuo Jianping appeared at his side, angry shouts erupted outside the council hall. A group of clan members rushed in, all of them from the Breaking Clan.
They summoned their Soul-Breaking Spears one after another, the spearheads all pointed unerringly at Yu Tianlin and the others.
"You must be Yu Mingfeng."
Yang Wudi walked forward slowly, but he did not approach too closely. When there were about 20 meters between them, a spear about 12 feet long appeared in his hand.
The spear was pitch black, its metal glinting with a cold luster. The shaft was about 8 feet long, while the remaining 4 feet were the vicious spearhead.
Eight Spirit Rings encircled the spear, arranged in the optimal configuration: 2 yellow, 2 purple, and 4 black.
The moment his Martial Soul appeared, a powerful Spirit Douluo aura spread through the hall like a storm front.
Fortunately, Yu Mingfeng stepped fully in front of Yu Tianlin and Zuo Jianping at this time, shielding them from Yang Wudi's pressure.
Right now, Yu Tianlin and his two companions were standing at the entrance to the council hall.
Outside the hall, dozens of Soul-Breaking Spears were aiming their tips at them, and among those wielding them were even Spirit Saints.
Inside the hall, there was only a single Soul-Breaking Spear, but it belonged to a Spirit Douluo.
The situation instantly became extremely unfavorable for Yu Tianlin's side.
"The Breaking Clan really knows how to put on a formation."
Yet Yu Mingfeng did not seem flustered at all.
Lightning flashed behind him, and a pair of broad blue-purple dragon wings unfurled from his back. Eight Spirit Rings identical in configuration to Yang Wudi's rose beneath his feet.
Yu Tianlin was stunned for a moment.
So Dad has already obtained his eighth Spirit Ring.
Thinking about it, it made sense. When Yu Tianlin had gone to obtain his third Spirit Ring, Yu Mingfeng had been in seclusion. Now, after 3 months had passed, it was perfectly reasonable for him to break through level 80 and obtain his eighth ring.
With a few powerful beats of the dragon wings, Yu Mingfeng lifted his son and Zuo Jianping up, one in each hand, and said calmly,
"You may have the advantage in numbers, but I'm afraid you still won't be able to stop me."
The meaning was very clear.
I can fly.
What are you going to do about it?
Unless a Martial Soul itself possessed the ability to fly, or one had a flying-type Spirit Skill, a Spirit Master normally needed to reach the Title Douluo realm in order to fly by relying purely on Spirit Power.
Clearly, the Breaking Clan met none of those conditions.
The moment Yang Wudi saw the dragon wings behind Yu Mingfeng, he fell silent.
Yu Tianlin finally let out a breath of relief.
"Dad, why are you here?" he asked.
"You little brat."
Yu Mingfeng sounded both annoyed and amused.
"You stayed in the Breaking Clan for 2 whole months and never realized they were basically keeping you under house arrest."
"Fortunately, Zuo Jianping is an old hand with a sharp mind. He sensed something was wrong early on. On the surface, he acted as if nothing was happening, but in reality he had already sent a secret message back to the clan through special channels. That's why I was able to rush here in time to drag you out of this mess."
Right.
Yu Tianlin finally understood.
Yang Wudi had been sharing information about immortal herbs with him without reservation and had even personally helped refine an antidote.
With that level of "enthusiasm," and with Yu Tianlin's lack of real-world experience, he had simply failed to realize that he was, in truth, being politely detained.
Zuo Jianping, on the other hand, had seen everything clearly from the start.
No wonder Grandpa had personally arranged for him to be Yu Tianlin's escort.
Not only had he secretly reported to the clan to request support, he had also instantly cast that black shield at the most critical moment, blocking Yang Wudi's grab and buying Yu Tianlin the time he needed.
Zuo Jianping was, without exaggeration, a lifesaver.
"Uncle Zuo, thank you," Yu Tianlin said sincerely. "Really."
If not for Zuo Jianping, today's situation would have been almost impossible to handle.
Zuo Jianping only gave a slight smile.
"It's alright, Young Master Tianlin. Protecting you is my duty."
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