Chapter 125: The Six Great Families Reconvene
Like Sword Douluo, who saw only the sword and nothing else.
His strongest attack was no soul skill but his own self-crafted strike. No matter how his opponent moved, there was always but one sword—one that cut through everything.
Sword Douluo had tread the path of the sword to its ultimate peak.
In Dugu Feng's eyes, all soul skills were merely tools—ways to deepen his understanding of poison's essence.
Since awakening his martial spirit at age six, he had practiced his techniques countless times every single day, seeking comprehension of the source of his martial soul.
He dreamt of the day when no enemy could step near him, for he would be surrounded by an invisible, scentless world of poison—
and should he strike, it would be the absolute poison, tyrannical enough to wipe out a city, to rot rivers and mountains at a touch.
He meditated on this vision, shaping the path of his cultivation to come.
Two days later, while immersed in comprehension, a shadow descended through the mist.
It was Old Snake.
"Young Master, you've succeeded!"
Excitement filled his voice.
The moment he entered the valley of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, he had seen the brilliant ten-thousand-year ring gleaming around Dugu Feng—the striking yellow, two purples, and black formation practically blinded him.
Utterly magnificent.
"I have. What brings you here, Old Snake?" Dugu Feng withdrew from his martial spirit possession.
Rubbing his hands eagerly, Old Snake said, "The six great clans are gathering again for the council—it's time to depart!"
Dugu Feng's eyes lit with recognition.
Every six years, the six great families behind the Grand Spirit Arena met for deliberation—once again, the time had come.
Six years ago, he had slain Black Sky and defeated Zhu Zhuqing in that very arena, forcing both Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing to consume his Dan Pearls.
He remembered—this time, it was time to reclaim one of the pearls from Zhu Zhuyun's body.
"Then let's go."
He and Old Snake mounted the Emerald Dragon Snake, soaring into the sky.
"Six years ago, I was but a Spirit Master. Now, a Spirit Sect. While you, Old Snake, were already a Soul Sage… and still one today," Dugu Feng teased with a faint smile.
Old Snake laughed. "Young Master, with your speed, it wouldn't surprise me if you surpassed me soon! Still, I may break through soon enough myself."
Dugu Feng nodded thoughtfully. Not just Old Snake—Old Scorpion too was nearing a breakthrough.
Both had lingered at the Soul Sage stage for years, their growth slowed by constant battles against their own poisons.
But now that Dugu Feng regularly purged their toxins, the backlash had weakened significantly.
Add to that the purifying power of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and the precious herbs Dugu Shuo had collected—breaking into Soul Douluo was only a matter of time.
On the road, Dugu Feng updated himself on the latest continental news—and found something strange.
Everything was quiet.
Even Spirit Hall had fallen silent.
"Six years ago," Old Snake recalled, "was when Bibi Dong secured the papal throne. She expanded quickly afterward—absorbing midsized sects, pulling nobles from both empires, influencing kingdoms and duchies.
Now she's digesting that power—preparing for her next move."
Dugu Feng nodded in agreement.
Spirit Hall was silent. The Clear Sky Sect remained secluded. The rest of the continent, too, lay still.
The world had gone eerily calm.
But Dugu Feng knew too well—peace never lasted.
Bibi Dong was merely biding her time. The moment her strength reached its peak, she would strike decisively.
And with just over a year before the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Tournament, he knew what would follow.
Five years after that tournament—Spirit Hall would begin the Soul Hunting Campaign.
That gave them barely six years.
When that day came, how would the Dugu Clan survive?
If their power continued to grow unchecked, they might well become one of Bibi Dong's targets.
That woman was a mad predator—and not easily countered.
Only one path remained: grow stronger, no matter what.
The Poison Line had always faced hardship head-on; retreat was never an option.
Setting those thoughts aside, Dugu Feng returned to focus.
The following day, the clan caravans set out once more, destination: Soto City.
He did not see Little Snake among them—because Little Snake had already joined Canghui Academy.
The young man's power had risen sharply, from level thirty-six to forty-two after consuming the Nine-Petal Purple Ganoderma.
Now his strength could rival top talents, enough to serve as a team captain.
With Canghui's famed Seven-in-One Fusion Technique as their trump card and Little Snake as a main attacker, their team would surely stun the world in the upcoming tournament.
Traveling with the convoy, Dugu Feng soon met familiar faces—Ge Long, Ge Ying, and Yu Luomian of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
All three were attending the council as well.
After brief greetings, the parties departed together.
The journey was smooth and peaceful.
Within half a month, they reached Soto City and entered the Grand Spirit Arena, where the grand deliberation would begin.
Meanwhile, inside a private room of the arena—
Yu Xiaogang stepped through the door quietly.
There sat a lone man at the head of the table, his presence commanding yet calm.
"Father…" Yu Xiaogang greeted softly.
The man was none other than Yu Yuanzhen, patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
No one in the convoy had known—he had arrived secretly ahead of them.
"Xiaogang," he said evenly, "your Shrek team has shown excellent results here in Soto City's arena. Among them, that control-type spirit master—the Thousand-Hand Shura—he's your disciple, isn't he?
His martial spirit is Blue Silver Grass, and his surname is Tang.
Now tell me—what is his uniqueness?"
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes softened slightly.
"Father, don't ask. I won't allow anyone to harm him," Yu Xiaogang replied coldly.
A faint smile tugged at Yu Yuanzhen's lips. "You're still the same, Xiaogang. But do you think I can't guess?
He's Tang Hao's son, isn't he?"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes snapped upward. "Father—were you following us? Was it you who attacked Xiao San in the Star Dou Forest?"
Yu Yuanzhen blinked, startled.
He hadn't followed anyone. He'd simply heard reports from the arena officials.
Tang San had never revealed the Clear Sky Hammer, yet the toughness of his Blue Silver Grass far exceeded normal—its vitality and resilience nearly alive.
If it were the Blue Silver Emperor, it would all make sense.
Seeing his son's extreme reaction only confirmed it.
So—Tang San truly was that spirit beast child, the offspring of Tang Hao and his fabled partner.
"Xiaogang, is that how low you think of me? That I would harm your disciple?"
Yu Yuanzhen's sharp eyes gleamed with anger.
Realizing his mistake, Yu Xiaogang quickly lowered his head.
He'd been too obsessed with the loss of the external bone, seeing enemies everywhere.
"I'm sorry, Father," he said sincerely.
Yu Yuanzhen sighed. "You care deeply for him. I don't believe he's just some ordinary Blue Silver Grass spirit master. You wouldn't take such a student.
And if Tang Hao's son truly wields only Blue Silver Grass… perhaps he's something else entirely.
Could it be—he's another twin-spirited master?"
At that, realization dawned in his eyes.
(END CHAPTER)
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