Chapter 82: The Destroyer of the Clan.
The carriage traveled for a long time before arriving at the foot of the Haotian Sect's mountain range, the stronghold of the Po clan.
Here, the mountains stretch endlessly, and at the highest peak, hidden deep in the clouds, lies a magnificent complex of buildings.
It is none other than the Haotian Sect, which is known as the number one sect in the world!
At the foot of the mountain lies a cluster of buildings with an architectural style similar to that of the summit.
However, the buildings at the foot of the mountain are naturally not comparable in scale to those at the top, but they are still quite impressive.
As soon as they got off the carriage, Yang Cheng hurriedly helped Yu Xiaolie down.
"Captain Lie, this way please."
Yu Xiaolie followed Yang Cheng toward the base of the Po clan.
The mountain gates of the Po clan are mostly made of wood, with strange patterns carved on them. Upon closer inspection, an ancient and rustic atmosphere is immediately apparent.
There were two outer disciples guarding the entrance.
"Hey, isn't this Yang Cheng?"
As soon as the two approached, the disciple on duty saw Yang Cheng, glanced at Yu Xiaolie beside him, and greeted him.
"You haven't come back for three years. I thought you had died out there."
"You're always saying such unlucky things!"
Yang Cheng rolled his eyes at the disciple on duty. "I won't die even if you die! This is a good buddy I met outside. He's here to help us this time."
Clearly, Yang Cheng had a good relationship with this disciple.
The outer disciples generally have a lower status, so they are usually quite united.
Soon, Yu Xiaolie followed Yang Cheng into the territory of the Po clan.
As soon as I entered, I saw a number of outer disciples.
As soon as they met, they immediately went up to exchange pleasantries. They were extremely curious about Yang Cheng's training trip and what he had gained from it.
Yang Cheng replied to each one with a smile.
Yu Xiaolie stood to one side with his hands behind his back, carefully observing the environment of the Broken Clan.
As they chatted, the disciples also began to scrutinize Yu Xiaolie.
Seeing this, Yang Cheng immediately tugged at Yu Xiaolie, "This is my good buddy I met outside, Captain Lie, Yu Xiaolie! Level 48 Soul Master."
A level 48 Soul Master? That's close to the level of a Soul King.
Upon hearing this, the disciples present were all surprised. Yang Cheng had finally managed to bring back a powerful figure.
"Hey, isn't this Yang Cheng?"
Just then, a voice, clearly sarcastic and out of place, rang out.
A group of people dressed in uniforms, completely different from the outer disciples, walked in.
The outer disciples wore fairly ordinary gray clothing.
These people were wearing dark black clothes, which were clearly made of the finest material.
These people were the family disciples of the Po clan, also known as the inner disciples.
Upon seeing Yang Cheng, who had just returned, they immediately began to mock him.
"I almost thought you'd died out there. You piece of trash, you must be having a hard time leaving the family, right?"
"Tsk tsk, I guess this kid is just a coward. He's been hiding outside for the past few years, getting enough beatings, and he's realized that the sect is the safest place."
"However, you should have stayed out of the way a little longer. It just so happens that you've run into your three-year agreement with Yang Xian."
"Brother Xian, you have to be gentle when you hit him, otherwise, if you really kill this kid, we won't be able to explain it to the elders."
The inner disciples burst into laughter, and one of them, with an arrogant expression, walked up to Yang Cheng.
"Yang Cheng, if you kneel down and kowtow to me today, I'll let this matter go."
This person is clearly Yang Xian, who humiliated Yang Cheng back then, and is also the leader of the younger generation of inner disciples.
Upon hearing Yang Xian's words, the outer disciples around him were filled with indignation.
This is not only an insult to Yang Cheng, but also an insult to all of their outer disciples.
However, they were powerless to resist.
There's no other reason than that the other party is an inner disciple, born with the surname Yang, which is completely different from newcomers like them.
"I've returned this time to prove myself as an outer disciple!"
Yang Cheng clenched his fists, and the rise and fall of his chest became noticeably stronger.
"What? To prove a point? Hahaha. A good-for-nothing who ran away from the clan three years ago says he wants to prove a point for the outer disciples?"
Yang Xian burst into laughter, while his gaze swept around the room before finally settling on Yu Xiaolie.
"So, this is the reinforcement you brought in?"
Although he was unsure of Yu Xiaolie's strength, he was certain of Yang Cheng's.
How powerful of a reinforcement can an outer disciple with no background summon?
"OK."
Yang Xian scoffed disdainfully, "Since you've just returned to the sect, I'll give you some time to rest before you get beaten up again."
"Then three days it is! We'll have a match in three days!"
Yang Cheng spoke with some anger.
"Fine, I'll deal with you in three days!"
Yang Xian left with a smile, followed closely by the other inner disciples.
The group discussed it along the way.
"I just heard that person is a level 48 Soul Master? He looks about four or five years younger than us."
"Should we find out what his martial spirit is? That would make it easier for us to deal with him."
The group decided to discuss some countermeasures.
"Need not!"
Yang Xian waved his hand dismissively, "Once I get Tang Hu to help, no amount of reinforcements will be of any use!"
The disciples of the Po clan are naturally closer to the disciples of the Haotian Sect.
"The Clear Sky Hammer is the number one weapon spirit in the world! What's there to be afraid of, some wild brat who came from who-knows-where?"
...
There were still a few days until the competition. During this time, Yu Xiaolie stayed with the outer disciples.
That evening.
Yu Xiaolie suddenly got out of bed.
He simply couldn't stand staying in the room.
"Captain Lie, where are you going?"
Hearing the commotion, Yang Cheng couldn't help but ask.
"I'm going out for a walk."
"All right."
Hearing Yu Xiaolie's words, Yang Cheng did not stop him, but only gave him a reminder.
"However, Captain Lie, with my permission, I can only take you to the territory of the Broken Clan. Don't wander off, especially to the rear, the Haotian Sect's base. Otherwise, I'll be held accountable."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Yu Xiaolie nodded.
Once outside, I strolled around aimlessly.
The family buildings of the Broken Clan are very impressive.
It has to be said that the Po clan has so many resources, even as a subordinate family.
This is enough to show just how powerful and prosperous the Haotian Sect is right now.
Yu Xiaolie strolled around
Suddenly, I smelled a medicinal fragrance.
"This is..."
Yu Xiaolie sniffed it; the fragrance was quite strong.
After thinking for a moment, Yu Xiaolie followed the scent of herbs.
Finally, they arrived at a medicine-making workshop.
The door to the alchemy room was open.
Yu Xiaolie went inside.
But in the alchemy room, they saw a man, shirtless, his burly body exposed to the air.
You can see that the man has well-defined muscles and is exceptionally strong.
At this moment, this seemingly burly man was standing in front of the medicine furnace, refining medicine.
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