Chapter 4

Yang Wudi stared at Yang Yun's perverse soul ring configuration, especially that red soul ring; in terms of rank and soul skill, he absolutely had no advantage.

His spear technique was also utterly defeated; he was wholeheartedly convinced.

Seeing Yang Yun's fully matured face and bright eyes, Yang Wudi let out a long breath and loudly announced, "I lost!"

"From today onward, the clan chief of the Broken One Clan is Yang Yun!"

Yang Wulong knelt on one knee and respectfully shouted, "Greetings to the new clan chief!"

"Greetings to the new clan chief!" Nearly half of the Broken One Clan members knelt on one knee and saluted Yang Yun, quickly prompting many others to kneel as well.

Yang Wudi forcefully planted his Broken Soul Spear into the ground, bowed toward Yang Yun, and said, "Yang Wudi, I pay my respects to the clan chief!"

The remaining clan members all knelt down and paid their respects.

Yang Yun knew those people had previously been loyal supporters of Yang Wudi, but now they were his own clansmen; Yang Wudi also sincerely submitted.

They were all members of the same family; the clan chief position goes to the capable; although Yang Wudi was arrogant, he deeply cared for the family.

With the emergence of a capable, strong, and far more adept junior in the clan becoming the new clan chief, he could devote himself wholeheartedly to researching medicine.

The opponent won by means of spear technique.

Thus, Yang Wudi was wholeheartedly convinced.

After scanning the surroundings, Yang Yun raised his hand and said, "Please rise, everyone; we are all members of the same family—no need for such formality."

"Now that I have become the new clan chief, the primary task is to resolve the family's difficulties; moreover, since the continent respects strength, a prosperous family will naturally see many problems solved."

"Yang Wulong!"

"Here!" Yang Wulong stepped forward and spoke with a resonant voice.

"Effective immediately, all five-year-old children in the clan must learn the Eight Section Brocade and practice diligently; this method strengthens tendons and bones, nourishes the body, and aims to awaken higher innate soul power."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the four directions was astonished.

Yang Wudi, even more excited, stepped forward and asked, "Clan chief, does the Eight Section Brocade truly have this miraculous effect of increasing innate soul power? For a clan, this is the foundation of rise!"

Yang Yun glanced at Yang Wulong.

Yang Wulong pulled ten children from the crowd and walked to the front of Yang Yun and Yang Wudi.

"Reporting to the clan chief and fellow clansmen; we have tested this for five years, with two people as a pair, clan members practicing the Eight Section Brocade under the premise of halving resources.

Their innate soul power remains higher than that of clansmen with ordinary resources, and the minimum innate soul power is level five; levels six and seven are common."

Not only Yang Wudi, but even the surrounding Broken One Clan members all showed expressions of surprise and joy.

The next second.

Yang Wudi suddenly thrust his spear, piercing the heart of an elder behind him, his face full of ruthlessness.

He then turned, knelt on one knee, and loudly said, "Reporting to the clan chief, according to the intelligence I gathered, Yang Wuqing has been bribed by external forces; this information must absolutely not fall into the hands of those external forces."

"However, without the clan chief's permission, I suddenly rose up and killed a clan elder; please punish me, clan chief; the evidence of Yang Wuqing's bribery is as follows!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Wulong's heart startled, and Yang Wuhu and Yang Wushā's gazes turned cold and harsh as they scanned the surroundings.

Yang Yun laughed and clapped his hands, saying, "No problem!"

"I have my own secrecy methods; Elder Yang Wudi need not worry; effective today, Yang Wudi shall be the Grand Elder of the Broken One Clan, and since the Grand Elder's heart is with the family, I have no grounds to punish him."

After saying that, Yang Yun leaned close to Yang Wudi's ear and whispered, "Grand Elder, later I will help you break through to Title Douluo; the family still needs you."

Regardless of Yang Wudi's shocked gaze, Yang Yun slowly turned to look at all the clansmen around.

Holding the Flame Spear Chongli, he swept it violently upward, and countless flames fell from the sky, drifting down before half of the clansmen.

"Those who swallow this fire seed and whose hearts are with the family will receive its benefits; but those who betray the family will surely perish in heart‑burning flames."

"Within ten breaths, those who do not swallow it will be deemed traitors to the clan; kill!"

On Yang Wulong, Yang Wuhu, and Yang Wushā, eight soul rings slowly pulsed.

At the same time, the clansmen who had secretly pledged allegiance also revealed their soul rings; their levels actually exceeded the clan's recorded levels, having quietly broken through and gained at least one additional soul ring.

"Well done, Old Wang; we've all been wasting away together for so many years, yet you secretly hid your advancement from me!"

"Cousin, you're really not being fair; having such a good thing and not calling me!"

"Why didn't you say earlier? If you had, I would surely have joined you in pledging allegiance to the clan chief; why didn't you say earlier?"

Some people couldn't wait and swallowed it, but the imagined feeling of heart‑burning flames did not arrive.

They let out a breath and soon felt warm all over; their soul power felt as if it were burning, making them comfortable throughout.

Also, those with malicious intentions who dared to swallow it were burned by the fierce fire in their hearts, emitting agonizing screams.

Among the remaining clansmen, a dozen or so, seeing the situation turn bad, wanted to leave, while others held it in their mouths, hoping to bluff their way through.

"Pa!"

At the center of the clearing, Yang Yun snapped his fingers; those who had not swallowed the fire seed were all consumed by heart‑burning flames, leaving no corpses, burned to ashes.

"The Broken One Clan will from today be reborn, letting the soul masters of the continent know what ultimate attack means; the Broken Soul Spear is the premier weapon martial soul of the continent."

Boom. An invisible aura swept over everyone present, and a spontaneous sense of family pride and identity rose in each person's heart.

Goosebumps rose!

"Clan chief!"

"Clan chief!"

"Clan chief!"

All members of the Broken One Clan were cheering; this abnormality quickly aroused suspicion among observers outside the clan's territory, and the information was reported layer by layer.

There was no so‑called abdication ceremony.

Under the witness of all soul masters of the Broken One Clan, the clan chief position underwent a transition; Yang Wudi assumed the role of Grand Elder.

The three Yang Wulong brothers, having already revealed their Title Douluo strength, are more than capable of holding elder positions.

The council hall.

Yang Wudi followed behind Yang Yun as they entered together; after Yang Yun took the clan chief's seat and first bowed, he then voiced his inner doubt: "Clan chief, you previously said you would let me break through to Title Douluo; is that really true?"

With the Eight-section Brocade Pearl Jade before him, Yang Wudi could not help but doubt the truth of those words.

Hearing this, Yang Yun smiled slightly, raising his left hand as the Fallen Heart Flame appeared in his palm.

Yang Wudi stared in shock at Yang Yun's palm; this feeling, it's definitely a martial soul.

But isn't Yang Yun's martial soul the variant martial soul of the Breaking Soul Spear, the Flame Spear Zhu Rong?

What is this? Soon, a thought arose in Yang Wudi's mind.

Twin Martial Soul!

The Heavenly Blessed Po Clan actually produced a Twin Martial Soul.

"Clan Chief, you're actually a Twin Martial Soul? I'm not dreaming, am I?" Yang Wudi's eyes welled with tears; Heaven pities him for his years of struggling.

The Po Clan finally welcomed the dawn of its rise.

No longer must they kneel beneath the Clear Sky Sect as a subsidiary sect; they now possess the qualifications to found a sect rivaling the Seven Great Sects, even the Upper Three Sects.

The Po Clan's infinitely bright future lies at Yang Yun's feet.

The flames on Yang Yun's palm faded, and a Child Flame appeared in the center of his hand.

He passed it toward Yang Wudi.

(End of Chapter)