From dawn to dusk, then dusk to dawn…
The 50,000-year soul ring gave Yang Fan far more trouble than he'd anticipated.
During absorption, he nearly exploded from its energy multiple times. Only Yao Lao's intervention pulled him back from death's door.
Yang Fan couldn't imagine what state he'd be in without his master.
After three days and nights, the Blazing Flame Tiger's black 50,000-year soul ring finally settled around him.
Yang Fan slowly extended his right hand—
The Soul Breaking Spear materialized in his palm.
The fourth soul ring made his spear thicker, heavier.
This was how martial souls worked.
Whether weapon-type, beast-type, or rare variants—they subtly evolved as their master grew stronger.
Take the Soul Breaking Spear:
When first awakened, it barely surpassed a six-year-old's height.
Now, with Yang Fan's growth, it lengthened and sharpened.
His grandfather Yang Wudi, a Soul Douluo, wielded a twelve-foot spear.
But Yang Fan's advancement brought even greater changes.
The fourth ring made the spear's crimson flame patterns sharper, contrasting vividly against its jet-black shaft.
Ferocity radiated from its depths!
Beyond appearance, the Soul Breaking Spear granted him a devastating new skill:
Fourth Soul Skill—Detonate!
As the name implied—it delivered terrifying explosive power.
This 50,000-year ring gave him two layers of enhancement:
100% all-attribute boost upon absorption—
Now permanently part of his base stats, benefiting even his Dou techniques.
400% all-attribute surge when activating Detonate—
With no time limit!
He could maintain it indefinitely until soul power depletion.
Yang Fan calculated:
With his Tier-6 Blue Emperor Soul Bone Pill's recovery, he could keep Detonate active constantly—unless massive Dou Qi expenditure interrupted it.
The most terrifying part?
It granted pain reduction while active.
He couldn't quantify it (he wasn't stupid enough to test it by headbutting rocks), but the skill had revolutionized his combat potential.
Now, he could fight another 50,000-year Blazing Flame Tiger.
Too damn satisfying!
This power surge filled him with indescribable euphoria.
Adjusting himself under the noon sun, he resumed his journey.
A one-day trip had taken three—but Yang Fan didn't mind.
He'd welcome such delays again.
…
The Breaking Clan.
Yao Lao's humble Blood-Clotting Powder formula had transformed the clan:
- Expanded facilities
- Renovated training grounds
- Better living conditions
Everything seemed to improve…
Until disaster struck.
Recently, while delivering Blood-Clotting Powder to Star Luo nobles, the Elephant Armor Sect ambushed them.
300,000 gold soul coins' worth of medicine—destroyed!
"It's my fault!" Elder Yang Wufa's eyes burned red.
That shipment was over half the clan's wealth. As convoy leader, he bore the blame.
"Enough!" Yang Wudi snapped. "How is this your fault? Those Elephant Armor bastards planned this!"
Yang Wufa's guilt deepened. "I failed to protect our medicine… and my men."
If death could atone, he'd impale himself immediately.
He stayed only to redeem himself—even if it meant abandoning his pride.
"Don't blame yourself," Yang Wudi sighed. "Even I would've fought those scum to the end."
He'd learned the truth:
Elephant Armor Sect targeted their lucrative deal. During Yang Wufa's brief absence, they attacked—deliberately destroying the medicine.
"Damn it!" Yang Wutian cursed. "Make those bastards pay!"
"Pay?" Yang Wufa scoffed. "They'll claim we struck first—their faces are thicker than steel plates!"
The brothers could only bicker in the clan hall.
300,000 gold soul coins!
Even liquidating all their clan assets wouldn't cover it.
"Third brother, how much can we scrape together?"
"100,000."
Though life had improved, the Breaking Clan still lived modestly.
Years of poverty left them nearly penniless. Without alchemy, they'd be as destitute as the Speed Clan.
"Money won't help now," Yang Wudi said grimly. "The deadline is in ten days. Even with funds, we can't refine new batches in time."
The dual crisis of capital and production left him desperate.
They'd just secured Star Luo noble contracts—and ruined the second delivery.
After long silence, Yang Wudi declared:
"Tomorrow, I'll take the 100,000 gold to Star Luo City."
It was nothing to nobles—but the clan's entire fortune.
He had to show their sincerity.
"Chief! Chief!" A clansman burst in. "Yang… Yang… YANG FAN'S BACK!"
Yang Wudi's grief vanished, replaced by shock.
Yang Fan!
His grandson, absent for three years.
"B-b-back?"
"Where? Where is he?"
Worry about the medicine faded—replaced by fear.
Please let him be healthy… not broken…
"He's in the front courtyard!"
"Three years gone—he's grown so sturdy!"
The clansman's joy dispelled Yang Wudi's dread. "Take me to him NOW!"
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