Chapter 39: Dealing with Bai He and Niu Gao

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Yang Wudi pointed at Bai He again, resentful of his lack of contention, saying: "Old white bird, you... you really let me down; how could you hide this and not report it? Where do you put the Breaking Heaven Sect?"

"Ah?"

At that moment, Bai Chenxiang felt a sudden fog in the mind, and instinctively stepped in front of Bai He, spreading their arms.

"Sect Leader, Grandfather Yang Wudi; what's happening? I don't really understand, why are you suddenly pointing your weapon at Grandfather?"

The clansmen behind Niu Gao and Bai He were also all discussing in an uproar.

Some clever people had already figured it out, their faces showing resentful and venomous glares; they glared angrily at Niu Gao and Bai He.

Others who were clueless couldn't even imagine why Yang Wudi would be so angry.

Moreover, Yang Yun, why would the Sect Leader of the Breaking Heaven Sect suddenly question the two hall masters? Yang Yun raised his hands high.

Yan Chongli of the Flame Spear struck the ground with a heavy blow, shattering the floor tiles; the force of the Gravity Divine Spear fell like a massive hammer on everyone.

"Yang Wulong, Yang Wuhu, reveal your soul rings!"

"Yes, Sect Leader!"

Yang Wulong and Yang Wuhu displayed soul rings one after another from top to bottom, until the final, striking blood-red soul ring appeared before everyone.

Everyone present fell utterly silent.

Yang Yun swept a cold gaze over everyone present and said in a cold voice: "Originally, while searching for immortal herbs, I found many precious medicinal herbs; they would significantly enhance everyone; I wished to share them with all."

"Then, the hall masters of Sharp Feather Hall and Preservation Hall, these two core members; the former concealed important information and failed to report it, the latter secretly met with the Titan clan of the Strength lineage who had returned to serve Tang Hao as dogs; everyone, these medicinal herbs now have no connection with Sharp Feather Hall or Preservation Hall; the root of all this lies with your clan leaders, who, out of selfish desire and fraternal affection, have cast aside the interests of the entire clan and sect."

"The sect belongs to all of us and needs everyone to maintain it; the conduct of these two hall masters is despicable."

"Now, Elders Yang Wulong, Yang Wuhu, and Yang Wusha have broken through as Title Battle Spirits; I personally led them to hunt and return with a ten-thousand-year soul ring; effective today, Yang Wulong will enter Sharp Feather Hall as a vice hall master, also bearing the responsibility of selecting the next hall master of Sharp Feather Hall; on the day the hall master is chosen, all members of Sharp Feather Hall will have the right to share the precious medicinal herbs to enhance their cultivation."

"Elder Yang Wuhu will enter Preservation Hall, with the same duties."

Having said this, Yang Yun swept his gaze over everyone present and asked softly: "Is there anyone who objects?"

In an instant, all fell silent; the scorching sun beat down on the members of Sharp Feather Hall and Preservation Hall.

They could not dispel the fear and despair of returning to those days of poverty, contempt, and scorn.

They felt no warmth at all, even a chill rose in their hearts; so cold they shivered and trembled.

Bai He and Niu Gao's bodies hunched slightly as they dropped heavily to their knees, kneeling on the ground.

"Bai He and Niu Gao are guilty; please, Sect Leader, punish only our sins and do not implicate others."

Yang Yun coldly stared at Bai He and Niu Gao and said: "Impossible!"

"The Min Clan and Yu Clan merged with my Po Clan to jointly establish the Breaking Heaven Sect; if only the two of you are punished for such conduct, is it fair to my Po Clan? Is it fair to future disciples of the Breaking Heaven Sect?"

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Niu Gao and Bai He had no words to refute.

Yang Yun loudly declared: "Since no one has any objection, from today onward, Sharp Feather Hall and Preservation Hall will establish one hall master and two vice hall masters—three hall master positions in total—to be filled by the capable."

"The vice hall master position must be held by an elder of the sect, to prevent anyone from acting out of self-interest and perverting the law; to prevent neglect of the sect's interests."

"I hope the members of Sharp Feather Hall and Preservation Hall will actively demonstrate themselves, showing your personal abilities and strengths; the Breaking Heaven Sect is a place where status is earned through strength, not a clan sect that survives by bloodline alone. Do you understand?"

"Understood, we will faithfully obey the Sect Leader's command." Everyone present shouted loudly. The blood in their bodies gradually warmed, even boiling with hot blood.

Such words undoubtedly tell everyone that as long as you have ability and strength, you can become a hall master.

No longer will you be denied good resources simply because you are a branch-line clansman.

Moreover, becoming a hall master or vice hall master also allows you to obtain precious medicinal herbs for all clansmen to raise their cultivation levels.

This further raises their prestige.

There's no time to pay attention to those soul masters lost in fantasy.

Yang Yun again shouted loudly: "Yang Poxue, Yang Poxiu, Yang Poshi, Yang Poao—where are you?"

"We are here, Sect Leader!" Yang Poxue stepped forward first, seven soul rings slowly unfurling from beneath her feet; the outermost red soul ring made people dizzy.

"A seventh ten-thousand-year ring? Yang Poxue is actually stronger than the Sect Leader?"

"Good heavens, the Sect Leader seems to have only an eighth ten-thousand-year ring; could it be that Yang Poxue has surpassed the Sect Leader?"

"Good lord, how did she manage this? This is too heaven-defying!"

"How is this possible?"

Yang Poxue's seventh soul ring shocked everyone to the core.

But it was Yang Poxue's following words that made everyone envy her so much they wanted to rush over and bang their heads on the ground to show loyalty to Yang Yun.

Yang Poxue drew the Snow Dew Soul-Breaking Spear, knelt on one knee, her voice wrapped in soul power as she shouted: "Yang Poxue here thanks the Sect Leader for the grace of rebirth; if not for the cultivation method granted by the Sect Leader, and the expenditure of soul power and mental effort to help me clear my meridians and grow stronger."

"If not for the Sect Leader finding immortal-grade medicinal herbs for me to consume, and hunting ten-thousand-year soul beasts to bring back treasures that aided my physique, Yang Poxue would have no chance of successfully absorbing a ten-thousand-year soul ring."

"All of this is thanks to the Sect Leader; only then could Yang Poxue, at this age, cultivate to the level of Soul Saint and successfully absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring; the Sect Leader is selfless and impartial, even bestowing a ten-thousand-year soul bone for me to absorb."

"From the moment I pledged allegiance to the Sect Leader, Yang Poxue has never regretted it; from now on, I will surely go through fire and water for the Sect Leader, braving blades and boiling seas without hesitation."

Cultivation methods, meridian clearing, immortal-grade medicinal herbs, treasures from ten-thousand-year soul beasts, and precious ten-thousand-year soul bones.

Who would hoard such things in any faction, keeping them secret for personal enjoyment? Yet the Sect Leader actually brought them out, not even keeping the ten-thousand-year soul bone for himself, allowing Yang Poxue to absorb it—who would believe such a claim if spoken aloud?

But now Yang Poxue stands there vibrant and lively on the stage; no one would doubt her soul power level.

Because everyone present is a soul master at the level of Soul King or higher.

Soul Kings might not perceive it clearly, but Soul Emperors feel it distinctly; a faint aura emanates from Yang Poxue's body.

Killing them would be as easy as slaughtering chickens.

The aura of a Soul Saint is in no way inferior to that of Bai He and Niu Gao, and can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Grand Elder Yang Wudi, who has broken through as a Title Battle Spirit.

Under Yang Poxue's halo, Yang Poxiu and the others' seven-ring Soul Saints actually appeared somewhat weaker by comparison.

In fact, they are not weak at all; Yang Poxiu and company's achievements are hardly inferior to those of the youngest Title Battle Spirit on the continent, Tang Hao.

Only when standing beside Yang Poxue for comparison do they appear somewhat weaker.

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