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Chapter 7 Zhang Yangjiabao
Yangjiabao in Chonggu City is not large. Compared to a major sect like Haotian Sect, it can only be considered a slightly larger manor at best.
The wall is newly built of bluestone, and it has only been in place for about ten years, so everything looks thriving.
Above the fortress gate hangs an old plaque with four characters written on it: "No regrets in the heart of a gun."
This wasn't the first time Yang Hui had seen this plaque.
Each time he saw it, it moved him.
The fortress gate was half-closed, and a one-armed middle-aged man stood by the entrance.
Yang Yunlie.
His left arm was severed at the elbow, the wound was wrapped in thick bandages, and blood was still seeping out.
But his back was ramrod straight, and his whole body looked like a stone sculpture.
When he saw his uncle Yang Wudi carrying Yang Hui, a slight relaxation finally appeared on his face.
"Uncle."
Yang Wudi strode forward, his gaze falling on his nephew's empty left sleeve, and his eye twitched involuntarily.
"Your family has suffered so much."
"It wasn't bitter, it's just a pity that three escaped, and I killed one." Yang Yunlie's voice was hoarse. "The one I killed, I found this on his body."
He took out a token from his pocket.
Platinum Token.
The inscription on it bears the symbol of the Spirit Hall—a sword, a staff, and a chrysanthemum, the three sacred objects converging.
Yang Wudi took the token and tightened his fingers slightly.
The token made a cracking sound in his palm, but did not shatter.
"Let's go inside and talk."
……
The main hall of Yangjiabao.
All the core members of the Yang family were present.
Yang Hui sat beside his grandfather, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.
There were thirteen people in the lobby.
Eldest Uncle Yang Yunzhen, 43 years old, Soul Emperor. Second Uncle Yang Yunlie, 41 years old, Soul King, one arm missing. Third Uncle Yang Yunting, 38 years old, Soul Master.
There are also several uncles from collateral branches, whose cultivation levels range from Soul Venerable to Soul Sect Master.
This is the entire fortune of the Soul-Breaking Spear clan.
One Soul Douluo, one Soul Emperor, one half-crippled Soul King, one Soul Sect Master, and several Soul Venerables.
In a small city, they might be considered a powerful force, but in front of the behemoth that is the Spirit Hall, they are not even worth a second.
"The Spirit Hall wants us completely wiped out." Yang Yunzhen's face was ashen. "First they sent people to demand our release, and when they couldn't, they resorted to underhanded tactics. Today they're second-in-command, who will be tomorrow? Me? Or third?"
"These kinds of things will only happen more and more frequently," Yang Yunlie gritted his teeth. "They will only continue to use these underhanded methods until we can't hold on any longer and hand people over on our own."
"Hand them over?"
Yang Yunting sneered, "If we hand over Xiao Hui, is this still the Yang family? Breaking our backbone, what's the difference between this and treating us like dogs?"
Everyone fell silent.
Yang Hui listened quietly, his gaze calm.
While these uncles were arguing, not one of them glanced in his direction.
It's not about ignoring him, it's about protecting him.
In their eyes, he was still a child and shouldn't have to worry about these things.
But Yang Hui knew very well what was going on.
The Spirit Hall doesn't want the Yang family to submit. What they want is for the Yang family to disappear completely.
That's enough.
Yang Wudi spoke, his voice not loud, but it silenced the entire hall.
All eyes were on the old clan chief.
"Whatever the Spirit Hall wants, we'll give it to you."
Yang Yunzhen was taken aback: "Uncle?!"
"Let me finish." Yang Wudi raised his hand. "They want people, I'll give them people."
He stood up and slowly scanned everyone present.
"Three days later, I will take Hui'er to Heaven Dou City. Not to join the Spirit Hall, but to participate in the entrance examination for the Heaven Dou Royal Soul Master Academy."
Everyone looked at each other.
The Heaven Dou Royal Soul Master Academy is the premier academy of the Heaven Dou Empire, directly under the royal family.
Entering that place is equivalent to acquiring official status within the Heavenly Dou Empire.
No matter how arrogant the Spirit Hall is, it wouldn't dare to openly molest people at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
"This is a brilliant move," Yang Wudi explained. "We're putting Hui'er under everyone's watchful eyes. Let Hui'er shine brightly at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy; only in this way can we buy time to develop."
Yang Yunzhen frowned: "But, will the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy really accept Xiao Hui...?"
"I believe their judgment is no worse than that of an old man like me."
Yang Wudi spoke with absolute certainty.
No one questioned it anymore.
Yang Hui lowered his head and remained silent.
On the way back, Grandpa had already told him about this decision.
He understood his grandfather's intention.
The Heavenly Dou Royal Academy is indeed the best sanctuary at present.
But that's just a stopgap measure, not a fundamental solution.
The Spirit Hall will not abandon him just because he is at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
In the game's storyline, how many geniuses who refused to submit did the Spirit Hall assassinate?
Countless.
There is only one thing that can truly solve the problem.
strength.
Its strength is enough to make the Spirit Hall wary.
A panel appeared in Yang Hui's mind.
[Talent: Spear Breaks All Laws (lv1) - Proficiency: 712/5000]
[Seven-Layered Strength (Incomplete): 4/7 - Proficiency: 2487/5000]
[Broken (lv3): 187/3000]
【Accumulating Power (lv3): 156/3000】
too slow.
At the current rate of cultivation, it would take at least ten years to grow to a level that would make the Spirit Hall wary.
But the Spirit Hall won't give him ten years.
He must find a faster way to improve.
Only the "Seven Layers of Strength" can achieve this.
Each level of mastery this skill doubles its penetration power and firing speed.
The fourth level provides a 200% bonus; if you train to the seventh level...
What terrifying power that would be!
But Grandpa also said that the more you progress through the seven layers of strength, the more difficult it becomes.
He practiced the fourth level for almost half a year, the fifth level might take two and a half years, the sixth level would take six years, and the seventh level...
This is just an ideal estimate, because even Yang Wudi himself has not mastered the seventh level.
It seems there's only one place left.
The Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire in Sunset Forest!
That was the only known opportunity that could transform the grandfather and grandson, and even the entire Po clan, in a short period of time.
But the problem is, how do I bring it up with my grandfather?
Instead of simply saying, "Grandpa, I know a place with magical herbs that can make us stronger,"...
This is ridiculous.
How could an eight-year-old child know secrets that were not even recorded in the clan's records?
He needed a reasonable reason that would convince Yang Wudi.
With the general agenda set, the whole family took their seats for the dinner.
After greeting his uncles, Yang Hui went to find his second uncle, Yang Yunlie, alone.
"Xiao Hui, how's your cultivation progress these past two years?" Yang Yunlie asked with a smile.
"Not bad, I'm level 19 now, and I'll be a second-ring Soul Master soon," Yang Hui replied with a smile.
"Excellent! You truly deserve to be the future pillar of the Yang family!" Yang Yunlie patted Yang Hui's shoulder with his remaining right hand. "Good nephew!"
"Second Uncle, I will avenge you," Yang Hui said firmly.
Upon hearing this, Yang Yunlie's eyes reddened slightly. "Alright, Xiaohui, those words are enough!"