Chapter 2: then translation of title

Yang Wulong turned his direction and marched straight toward the battlefield; soon the formation was like a sharp arrow piercing the battlefield.

When Yang Yun saw the fleeing figure's explosive figure, slender waist swaying a cat tail, plus cat ears and claws—martial soul traits.

This person must be Zhu Zhuqing of the Netherworld Spirit Cat clan, no doubt.

Her face full of stubbornness and unwillingness to lose, her indomitable will admirable; unfortunately her thoughts were imprisoned, letting that lustful white tiger take advantage.

Since the identity is confirmed, there's nothing more to say.

"Who are you? We are the Zhu family of the Star Luo Empire; I advise you not to meddle."

"Kill!"

Before the speaker could finish, his throat was pierced by Ah Li's long spear.

Before the blood could spray, it was dried by the flames of the Flame Spear Chongli.

Yang Wulong and Yang Wuhu followed closely, and in a few moves they slaughtered all the soul masters except Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at the eight soul rings on Yang Wulong and Yang Wuhu and felt only despair.

"Thank you for saving my life; may I know your names? Zhu Zhuqing will surely repay your kindness today."

Ah Li put away the Flame Spear Chongli, crossed his arms, and curiously watched Zhu Zhuqing.

She felt an extremely pure will, tenacious and unyielding.

After Yang Wuhu checked the corpses and disposed of them, Yang Wulong stood guard, holding the Dragon-Head Soul-Breaking Spear.

Yang Yun walked slowly up to Zhu Zhuqing and dropped a bead.

He said lightly: "The next chief of the Po clan, Yang Yun; I've heard that your Netherworld Spirit Cat martial soul clan, the Zhu family, has been intermarried with the Star Luo imperial family for generations."

"If I recall correctly, your betrothed, Zhu Zhuqing, has fled; why do you do this today?"

Zhu Zhuqing did not reach for the bead, but with firm gaze said: "Even if I die, I must go ask him what his intentions are, whether he has truly abandoned everything."

After Ah Li made a few "tsk" sounds, he looked away, seeming disdainful.

Yang Yun also gave a light chuckle.

To Zhu Zhuqing's ears, however, it was extremely grating, as if her actions were being denied.

But she is not someone easily swayed; otherwise she would not have fled until now without being captured or killed.

She turned and stepped forward: "I originally wanted to cooperate with the Star Luo Empire, so I investigated the Third Prince Dai Mubai; now he is indulging in nightly pleasures at Shrek Academy, lingering in the red-light district, unambitious like a pool of mud."

"But I admire your resilience, Zhu Zhuqing; do not let the era's ideological shackles limit your life; if you lack the courage to defy fate, you may swallow that bead."

"It can help you gain the power to defy fate more quickly, but if you still hope for that ridiculous marriage alliance; I hope you will return the bead to me in the future, rather than waste this precious slot!"

Zhu Zhuqing remained unmoved, her gaze locked on Yang Yun as she asked: "Why help me?"

Hearing this, Yang Yun paused, half-turned, and saw eight soul rings rise beneath Zhu Zhuqing's feet; the final red ring blazed blindingly.

"I, Yang Yun, with extraordinary talent reached Soul Douluo at eighteen; with this spear I can fight as a Title Douluo; but that does not mean I scorn the sweat of effort; from your eyes I see only the admirable qualities I value."

"By the way, when you get to Shrek Academy, please deliver a message to your fellow disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect."

Zhu Zhuqing blinked, not asking why Yang Yun knew she would have a fellow disciple from the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect at that time.

Instead she asked directly: "What message? I will surely deliver it."

"\"Seven Treasures ascend to Nine Treasures, Star Luo seeks Yang Yun. \" After saying this, Yang Yun gave Yang Wulong and his two brothers a glance.

The artifact spirit Ah Li and Yang Yun are of one mind, needing no words.

In an instant.

The originally pursued Zhu Zhuqing looked at the devastated clearing, fell silent, snatched up the bead Yang Yun had dropped, and fled swiftly in a direction.

On the way.

Ah Li gave Yang Yun a white-eyed look, then instantly turned into flame and merged into his body.

Being of one mind, my fondness for largeness would surely not escape Ah Li; hence this situation.

Although Ah Li's is not small either.

"Young master, Yang Wulong has something unclear; I dare ask: why help that Zhu Zhuqing?"

"He's merely a soul master in his twenties; what's worth helping?" As Yang Wulong's words fell, Yang Wuhu and Yang Yunsha's gazes also turned over; they must also be curious.

Yang Yun smiled slightly and countered: "Do you know who the person is for whom I want her to deliver a message?"

"We don't know!"

"The daughter of Ning Fengzhi, sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect, Ning Rongrong, innate soul power rank nine; future sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect."

Yang Yun stared ahead, eyes like torches: "Whether Zhu Zhuqing swallows the child fire or not, at Shrek Academy Ning Rongrong and she will meet; that connection is enough."

"After replacing Yang Wudi as clan chief, Ning Fengzhi will naturally come knocking upon hearing Ning Rongrong's news; whether for cooperation or to show strength, it will work wonders."

"Of course, the levels of the three uncles are also crucial; strength is forever the sole measure of authority!"

"Yes, young master!" ×3!

Within the Star Luo Empire, the Po clan's territory! The three returned to the Po clan and saw five sturdy men swaggering away from the clan gate.

Behind them were clansmen with faces full of indignation.

Yang Wulong strode forward and asked in a low voice: "I ask you, were those the people from the Xiangjia Sect causing trouble again just now?"

The captured man's face turned fearful, he stammered and nodded vigorously.

"Trash, how does my Po clan have such a worthless clansman as you; to be frightened to this state by the ants of the Xiangjia Sect?"

Yang Wulong shouted angrily.

Yang Yun stepped forward, grabbed Yang Wulong's wrist, and shook his head.

"Uncle Long, those three have already surpassed Soul King; this gatekeeper clansman is merely a soul master, so being intimidated is quite normal."

Yang Wulong clenched his fists, then relaxed and patted the man's collar, saying in a low voice: "Sorry, I was just too angry just now."

The gatekeeper Yang Wuli sat on the ground, waved his hand, and said with a guilty face: "No need for this, Commander Yang Wulong; it's just that my strength is too low, bringing shame to the clan."

"Thank you, Commander Yang Yun, for speaking up for Wuli; thank you!"

Yang Yun shook his head, not saying much, and glanced at Yang Wulong and the others as a signal; Yang Wuhu and Yang Wusha hurried away.

Yang Wulong followed behind Yang Yun and together they entered the great hall.

At this moment, Yang Wudi was glaring toward the doorway with a face full of anger, but upon seeing Yang Yun his expression eased somewhat.

"Yang Yun, where have you disappeared to these past days? Why didn't you even report to the clan? That's utterly improper."

Yang Wudi's expression softened, but Yang Wufa beside him darkened his stare and questioned Yang Yun.

Behind them, Yang Wulong glanced at Yang Yun, saw his nod, stepped forward and pointed at Yang Wufa, shouting: "Silence—how dare a mere Yang Wufa question the young master?"

Hearing that, Yang Wufa was about to slam the table and rise, but Yang Wudi's face darkened as he lifted his hand to stop him.

"Yang Yun, Yang Wulong—what do you two mean?" Yang Wudi asked in a low voice.

Yang Yun stood with his hands behind his back, and A Li appeared at his side, speaking solemnly: "Clan chief, you are old; the Po clan needs a new, decisive chief to lead the family toward prosperity and flourishing."

(End of chapter)