Chapter 132: The Guilty Conscience of the Yang Clan
Two days later, Kelun City.
Kelun City is located in the northwest of Star Luo Province; it is a medium-sized city of average scale.
Although it lacks the grandeur of a large city, it has its own unique bustle.
Lin Yang walked down the street, holding a plump orange cat in his arms, his gaze scanning the shops on both sides.
The streets were lined with shops, and crowds of pedestrians bustled about.
Lin Yang observed for a while and discovered that most of the commoners here made a living by planting and selling medicinal herbs, and there were countless pharmacies of all kinds.
He even found a branch of the Ye Family Medicine Hall here.
Lin Yang walked into the Ye Family Medicine Hall, where the clerk inside wore a standard commercial smile.
"Customer, what would you like?"
Lin Yang took out the Ye Family token and handed it to the clerk: "I am looking for your boss."
Upon seeing the token, the clerk's expression changed slightly, and he immediately became respectful. "Please wait a moment."
Soon, a rather stout middle-aged man hurried out from the inner hall. The moment he saw Lin Yang, he quickly cupped his hands in a salute, lowering his posture significantly. "Greetings, Young Master Lin. I am Ye Liang. I wonder what orders Young Master Lin has for me?"
"No need to be nervous," Lin Yang waved his hand. "I would like some information on the Breaking Clan. Do you have any here?"
"The Breaking Clan?"
Ye Liang was slightly taken aback, then realized: "You are referring to the Yang Clan."
As he led Lin Yang to a seat, he carefully considered his words. "The Yang Clan has quite a reputation in Kelun City. Normally, they and my Ye Family keep to our own affairs, and for so many years, we have lived in peace."
"However, the Yang Clan is extremely xenophobic and rarely interacts with other families in the city, so we haven't been able to collect any core information."
"That is enough!"
Seeing that Lin Yang did not mind, Ye Liang nodded, turned, and headed to the inner hall, returning shortly with a stack of documents.
Lin Yang casually placed Aura on the table and took the documents to read through them carefully.
Although these documents only skimmed the surface, they were detailed enough.
After finishing, Lin Yang closed the documents and sighed with emotion in his heart.
The Breaking Clan is truly worthy of being the best-off among the four single-attribute clans.
More than a decade ago, after being targeted by Spirit Hall and suffering severe damage to their Origin Qi, the entire clan relocated to Kelun City. Back then, they were strangers in a strange land in Kelun City, with barely any foothold.
As a result, now, not only have they firmly established themselves here, but in this city alone, there are quite a few shops related to the Breaking Clan.
Some are specifically responsible for purchasing herbs from herb farmers, some are clinics, and others are pharmacies selling the Yang Clan's secret medicines.
It might not seem like much, but this is the foundation that the Breaking Clan has accumulated bit by bit over the years of development.
On this point alone, they are much stronger than the Speed Clan.
As for the Breaking Clan's Clan Chief, Yang Wudi, few have seen him, and there is not much information about him, only that he has a very bad temper.
Furthermore, he has always been the sole decision-maker in the Breaking Clan.
After returning the documents to Ye Liang, Lin Yang thanked him and left the Ye Family Medicine Hall, holding Aura.
After crossing two main streets, the Breaking Clan's ancestral grounds appeared before his eyes.
It was a large residence covering a vast area, surrounded by towering walls, with many sentries stationed both openly and covertly.
The main gate was tightly closed, and a simple, rugged plaque hung above it, with the character 'Breaking' carved in a bold, sweeping style.
In the bottom left corner was the emblem of the Breaking Clan.
How could this be an ordinary residence?
It was practically a fortress, ready to repel powerful enemies at any moment.
Two guards stood at the gate, their expressions vigilant.
Although they carried no weapons, as members of the Yang Clan, their Martial Soul was their best weapon.
"This Yang Clan... could it be that they have some kind of PTSD?"
Lin Yang muttered to himself, then walked forward.
"Halt, who goes there?"
The two guards raised their hands to block his path, looking him up and down. Although their eyes were wary, their tone was still polite.
Lin Yang's expression was calm: "Please report that Lin Yang from the Butterfly House has come to visit Clan Chief Yang. I would appreciate it if you could facilitate this."
"Butterfly House?"
One of the guards was stunned, then seemed to recall something, his expression changing slightly. "The Butterfly House from Heaven Dou City?"
Lin Yang nodded: "That is correct."
The guard took a deep breath, and his expression as he looked at Lin Yang suddenly became somewhat strange.
The other one's eyes darted around, and his expression revealed a hint of unnaturalness.
"Uh... um... please wait a moment, I will go report this immediately."
Having said that, one of the guards turned and hurried into the residence, as if Lin Yang were some kind of terrifying monster.
Lin Yang turned his gaze to the remaining guard.
That man was trying hard to appear indifferent, but under Lin Yang's gaze, he still couldn't hide his discomfort.
Lin Yang was curious and asked: "Judging by your expressions, does the Yang Clan have a grievance with our Butterfly House?"
"No... no!"
The guard was stunned, then quickly waved his hand, but refused to say another word.
Lin Yang's lips curled slightly, and he whispered, "Interesting," then stood in front of the gate, holding Aura, and waited quietly.
Inside the Yang Clan residence, in a heavily guarded secret room.
Yang Wudi was holding a medicinal herb in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed, seemingly deep in thought.
In front of him sat a Medicine Cauldron, with the solution inside bubbling away.
Beside the Medicine Cauldron lay several empty potion bottles scattered about.
If Lin Yang were here, he would certainly recognize these potion bottles as the Butterfly House's soul burning potion and soul recovery potion.
Seeing this, it is not hard to guess what Yang Wudi was doing; he was actually trying to deduce the formulas for these two potions.
"Knock, knock, knock—!"
At this moment, a series of urgent knocks suddenly came from outside the secret room.
At first, Yang Wudi ignored it.
But the knocking not only didn't stop but became increasingly urgent.
Yang Wudi finally couldn't hold back. Angry, he threw down the herb in his hand, stormed over to open the secret room door, and unleashed a barrage of cursing: "What are you doing? Announcing a funeral?"
"How many times have I told you, do not disturb me when I am refining medicine!"
The guard from earlier dared not even breathe loudly at this moment. He waited until Yang Wudi had finished scolding before cautiously saying, "Clan Chief, it's the Butterfly House. People from the Butterfly House have come to our door."
Yang Wudi's expression suddenly darkened.
"The Butterfly House?"
When he heard that someone from the Butterfly House had come in person, his first thought was: The original owners have found out about him privately trying to crack the potion formulas, and they have come to demand an explanation.
Although there must be others researching these potions, for them to come straight to the Yang Clan, did they think the Yang Clan was a soft persimmon, easy to bully?
"Who is the person who came?"
"He said his name is Lin Yang."
"Lin Yang?"
Yang Wudi was stunned; he was all too familiar with this name.
After all, the soul recovery potion and soul burning potion were his handiwork. He had heard that he was not yet twenty years old and was already a level 48 Soul Sect.
He had even led those playboys from Heaven Dou Academy to severely slap Spirit Hall in the face.
Not only that, but he had the backing of the Ye Family and Poison Douluo.
He had already inquired about these matters clearly.
"Is he the only one?"
"He is also holding a cat!"
Yang Wudi glanced at the guard, then waved his hand. "Go, invite him to the reception hall!"
After bowing and saluting, the guard turned and hurried away.
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