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Chapter 35: Want the Yang Family Spear Technique? Don’t Let the Door Hit You on Your Way Out
🕑 Added 2025-07-29 06:02:28 +0000 UTCIgnaz looked at the young man from the Breaking Clan with deep sympathy. “Sigh! You make a very valid point.”
Whether it was the Heaven Dou Empire or the Star Luo Empire, the laws they’d developed over the years only applied to commoners and low-level spirit masters. Powerful spirit masters often operated above the law in both empires. Spirit Hall, on the other hand, did an excellent job in this regard—they punished spirit masters who gained great power but abused it recklessly, what people commonly called “fallen spirit masters.” This was definitely one of their more commendable achievements.
However, even Spirit Hall—despite evolving from a loose alliance over ten thousand years into what it was today—had become as corrupt in its upper and middle ranks as the two empires, with only the Angel God inheritance remaining pure. Although Spirit Hall’s lower-level staff worked diligently, they couldn’t prevent the organization’s inevitable downfall.
“Brother, I can tell you’re not from Heavenly Star City. Is there some important business that brought you here? Would you like to buy some pills from our Breaking Clan?”
The man quickly composed himself and pulled out several bottles and containers, introducing them to Ignaz.
“This is insect repellent, disinfectant medicine, and spirit recovery pills that can restore a small amount of spirit power…”
Ignaz shook his head in refusal, then looked at the man and said, “I’d like to purchase some antidotes that can neutralize poisons affecting Spirit Sages or Spirit Douluos. Does the Breaking Clan have this type of detoxification pill?”
“Yes, yes, we do!”
The man’s expression instantly changed, taking on the demeanor of an eager street vendor as he looked at Ignaz respectfully and continued, “However, I don’t have that kind of detoxification pill with me. Only our clan leader can refine them. As for the price—”
“As long as your Breaking Clan has such pills, we can negotiate the price.”
Ignaz secretly rejoiced—he hadn’t expected it would be so easy to gain entry to the Breaking Clan residence. Money really could make even ghosts push millstones, let alone the Breaking Clan, which was currently being deliberately targeted and economically blockaded.
“Then, please come with me to our clan grounds. May I ask how many you’re planning to purchase?”
“Excellent!”
Ignaz looked at the man leading the way, then held up one finger. “Would 10,000 gold coins be enough? If not, I can add more.”
The man was absolutely overjoyed—all his previous troubles with Spirit Hall’s deliberate harassment vanished like smoke.
Ten thousand gold spirit coins—that was equivalent to nearly half a year’s income from their medicine sales! For someone to produce this much money at once, he must be a purchasing agent for some major family.
After giving a few instructions to nearby clan members, the man introduced himself to Ignaz. “I’m called Yang Yong. May I ask how you’d like to be addressed?”
“I’m Ignaz.”
“Ignaz—what a fine name! The surname Cross is truly excellent!”
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The Breaking Clan’s residence wasn’t far away. Soon, they arrived at the clan’s main gate. While the entire mansion couldn’t compare to the grandeur of Vast Sea Academy, nor did it have the imposing presence of some sects,
As soon as they entered the front courtyard, a powerful spirit power pressure hit them head-on. Unlike the domineering nature of typical spirit pressure, this carried a 威慑力—a deterrent force—born of character and bearing.
“Who is it? Who wants to spend 10,000 gold spirit coins to buy detoxification pills?”
A man about six feet tall with a knife scar across his chest strode forward with high spirits. This was none other than Yang Wudi, who had devoted himself to the study of medicine to an almost obsessive degree.
“Clan Leader, this is Brother Ignaz.”
Hearing this, Yang Wudi looked down at Ignaz and studied him carefully. “Ignaz… are there any famous spirit masters with the surname Cross in the spirit master world? How strange! Despite his young age, he’s already a Spirit Elder above level 33.”
“Ah! Spirit Elder?”
Yang Yong looked between Yang Wudi and Ignaz in shock. He looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, yet he already had the strength of a Spirit Elder above level 33! No wonder he couldn’t determine his spirit power level—he’d thought this was just some ordinary young master from an influential family.
“May I ask what level you are now, young brother?”
Ignaz looked at the extremely curious Yang Wudi and replied without hesitation, “Barely level 35.”
Yang Wudi turned to look at Yang Yong, the most talented of his clan’s younger generation.
“Yong’er, look at yourself—seventeen years old and only level 34. Look at him—fifteen at most, and already level 35! You need to work much harder if you’re going to shoulder the burden of clan leadership after I’m gone.”
“Clan Leader, I will definitely work hard!”
Yang Yong’s expression was extremely determined, but inside, he felt like a deflated balloon that just wouldn’t hold air no matter how much you pumped it. It wasn’t that he didn’t work hard—it was just that the clan’s situation really didn’t allow him to cultivate in peace. The clan’s finances had been in the red for years. Though not by much, sometimes their expenses still exceeded their income, barely maintaining the clan’s livelihood. If the clan leader stopped developing new medicines, their lives might be much better.
“Yong’er, your good intentions are enough.”
Yang Wudi invited Ignaz into the main hall and sat down slowly.
“Young Sir, Yong’er already explained everything to you earlier. To refine the pills you mentioned—while your 10,000 gold spirit coins could buy around 100 pills—our clan doesn’t have enough of the necessary medicinal materials. We can only refine ten pills, ready in three days at most.”
“No problem—ten pills it is. Consider the extra money as my contribution to the Breaking Clan.”
“What?”
Yang Wudi looked at Ignaz with displeasure. He was reluctant to accept charity, especially from other families who might later look down on them. “Though our Breaking Clan is poor, we never take others’ money, especially not support from other clans! Ten pills only cost 1,000 gold coins—you can take the rest back!”
Seeing that Yang Wudi was just as proud as he’d remembered, Ignaz admired him even more and directly stated his real purpose for coming to the Breaking Clan:
“This money isn’t really charity for your Breaking Clan. I have another purpose for coming here. I’m particularly fond of rare flowers and exotic plants. Since the Breaking Clan excels in medicine, your knowledge of rare flora must far exceed that of the outside world.”
“Besides that, I have one more request—I hope to discuss some spear techniques with the Breaking Clan.”
“What?”
Yang Wudi’s friendly demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a wary expression as he stared at Ignaz. The former request about plant knowledge was absolutely fine,
But the latter request to “discuss spear techniques”—in his view, this was no different from stealing his family’s Yang Family Spear Technique, except that “discussing spear techniques” was a remarkably clever way to phrase it.
“The pills you want and the flower and plant guides—our Breaking Clan agrees to both. But if you insist on the spear techniques, there’s the door—don’t let it hit you on your way out!”
Seeing that Yang Wudi was already angry, Ignaz completely understood his concerns. The Breaking Clan’s spear techniques had been developed through generations of clan members’ efforts into a systematic martial art.
If taught to outsiders, it could very likely allow them to discover the Breaking Clan’s attack weaknesses. An outsider might only need to master certain countermeasures to directly overwhelm anyone from the Yang family.
