Chapter 68: How to Make a Soul Douluo's Eyes Turn Clear with a Single Sentence
Jiang Li and the others waited outside for a moment before the guard who had left earlier returned, respectfully stepping aside to guide them: "Please, the three of you. The Clan Chief is waiting in the reception hall."
Seeing this, the three of them did not put on any airs. Following the lead of the on-duty Disciple, they quickly arrived before the reception hall.
Along the way, they gained a new understanding of the Speed Clan's poverty.
That so-called reception hall was exactly that. Its furnishings were extremely simple, even somewhat crude.
Apart from the Master's armchair in the main position, which was relatively intact, the other chairs all exuded a sense of weathered age.
An old man in a blue-gray robe sat upright in the main seat. He was tall and slender, with a gaunt, refined face and meticulously combed white hair. Although his eyes appeared somewhat cloudy, his overall vitality and Martial Soul were still sufficient.
This was the Speed Clan's Clan Chief, the eighty-first level agility-attack system Soul Douluo, Bai He.
At this moment, Bai He was scrutinizing Jiang Li, Tang San, and Xiao Wu as they entered with a scrutinizing gaze.
He spoke in an unfriendly tone,
"You claim to be Old Gorilla's old acquaintances?"
"This old man has been friends with that Old Gorilla for decades. I've seen all his trusted confidants and Juniors. But you... forgive my poor eyesight, I don't seem to have ever seen you among the Strength Clan."
It wasn't unreasonable for Bai He to be suspicious. Jiang Li's Aura was simply too transcendent, exuding an overwhelming nobility. He didn't look like someone that rough blacksmith Tai Tan could befriend at all.
As for Tang San and Xiao Wu, it was even more so. If the Strength Clan had such outstanding Juniors, the other side would have long come to show them off here.
Facing Bai He's doubts, Jiang Li didn't rush to explain. Instead, he casually led Tang San and Xiao Wu to sit down in the guest seats.
"It's normal for Senior Bai He not to have seen us, because we are indeed not from the Strength Clan."
"If not, then why use his name?" Bai He's face darkened, a sharp Aura faintly emanating from him. "Are you here to make a fool of this old man?"
Jiang Li gently waved his hand, signaling Bai He to calm down, then gave a look to Tang San beside him.
"Little San, show Clan Chief Bai He that item."
"Yes, Master!"
He took a deep breath, palm facing upward, as Soul Power surged wildly within him.
Hum—!
A dull hum abruptly sounded. Immediately after, a heavy, oppressive Aura instantly spread throughout the hall.
Under Bai He's astonished gaze, a massive hammer, pitch-black all over and engraved with strange patterns, materialized out of thin air in the palm of Tang San's hand.
Although no Soul Rings pulsed upon it, the inherent heaviness and pressure emanating from the Martial Soul's essence seemed to thicken the very air.
"This... this is?!"
Bai He shot up from his chair. He stared fixedly at the hammer in Tang San's hand, his cloudy old eyes instantly filling with bloodshot veins, his voice trembling almost beyond recognition,
"Cl... Clear Sky Hammer?!"
This hammer had once been the glory of their Speed Clan, and also the nightmare and humiliation that had haunted them for decades!
"Are you from the Clear Sky Sect?!"
Bai He's gaze instantly became incredibly complex—filled with hatred, nostalgia, and thick, overwhelming resentment.
Before Bai He's emotions could erupt, Jiang Li fished out a token from his robes and casually placed it on the table beside him with a crisp clack.
On the token were carved patterns of the Clear Sky Hammer, the Seven Kill Sword, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, and others, representing the holder's supreme status in the Soul Master World.
It was precisely the Supreme Pontiff's Edict.
"Senior Bai He, please calm down."
Jiang Li pointed at the token, speaking in a calm tone: "This Supreme Pontiff's Edict, you should recognize it, I presume."
Back then, as the Sect's heir, this Supreme Pontiff's Edict representing the Clear Sky Sect's face had been kept by Tang Hao. But now, it had appeared in the hands of such a young man, which truly puzzled Bai He.
"That Clear Sky Sect's Supreme Pontiff's Edict from Tang Hao's hands?"
Bai He murmured to himself, as if thinking of something, then suddenly looked up at Tang San, scrutinizing that youthful yet determined face carefully.
But no matter how he looked, he couldn't find any resemblance to Tang Hao on Tang San. Instead, he seemed more like that imposing man beside him...
Unconsciously, the tone of his speech softened somewhat,
"So, young friends, what business brings you three to our Speed Clan?"
Seeing that he couldn't discern anything, Bai He stopped trying to guess and simply asked directly.
Jiang Li chose this moment to speak: "As Clan Chief Bai He can see, Little San is precisely the son of the Clear Sky Douluo. This time, we've come to find you because we truly have important matters to discuss."
Hearing Jiang Li's words, Bai He wore an expression that said 'don't try to fool this old man' as he kept sizing up the few of them. "This lad called Tang San having the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul only proves he's a Disciple of the Clear Sky Sect. As for the rest..."
Seeing this old fellow was still suspicious, Jiang Li had Tang San reveal his first Martial Soul.
As he withdrew the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, the emerging Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul filled the somewhat decaying council hall with an Aura of life.
No matter how slow Bai He might be, he finally realized: this youth before him called Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls.
The combination of Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer meant Tang San's parents could only be...
"Wait, your Soul Rings!!!"
The old fellow, nearly in his grave, practically roared out the words. He couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing!
Yellow, Purple (simulated), Purple, Black, Black?
What kind of absurd Soul Ring configuration was this?
"Clan Chief Bai He, the reason I've brought Little San here this time is, firstly, as your Junior, he naturally should pay his respects to you. Secondly, this Disciple of mine intends to establish a force of his own and is currently in urgent need of personnel."
"Currently, the Strength Clan has clearly stated they will join. We will also visit the subsequent Breaking and Defense Clans. As for your Speed Clan..."
Jiang Li slowly spoke, stating the purpose of their visit.
This statement completely stunned Bai He.
Ever since their four single-attribute clans broke away from the Clear Sky Sect, their Speed Clan, without any specialized skill, had suffered the most.
It could be said that without the support from the Breaking Clan, they might have ceased to exist long ago.
After the incident with Tang Hao back then, their four clans suffered heavy losses. In principle, he didn't want to get involved again.
But... this youth before him called Tang San was, after all, his grand-nephew...
"Child, this old man asks you, if our Speed Clan chooses to join the force you establish, what can we gain?"
"Furthermore, will the force you establish become a subsidiary Sect of the Clear Sky Sect again, like before?"
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