After returning to the Yang residence, Yang Wushuang had barely stepped through the door before he saw Yang Quji and Yang Xue already waiting in the main hall.
Worry was clearly visible between their brows, evidently waiting for him to bring back Spirit Hall’s response.
Seeing Yang Wushuang return, Yang Xue was the first to stand and ask, “Second Brother, what did Spirit Hall say?
Did they permit Chang’an to leave the city?” Yang Wushuang walked to the main seat and sat down, placing the token onto the table as he replied in a deep voice, “They approved it.
Not only that, Falling Devil Douluo personally met with me and granted us a month and a half.
This token serves as proof.
With it, we can freely enter and leave Spirit City, and the branch halls along the way will also provide assistance.” The moment those words were spoken, the hall instantly fell much quieter.
Yang Quji’s hand, which had been stroking his beard, suddenly paused, while the worry on Yang Xue’s face deepened further.
“Falling Devil Douluo personally intervened?
And even granted a month and a half?” Yang Quji muttered in a low voice, unable to hide the shock in his tone.
“This is far too abnormal.
Wushuang, your status has always been sensitive.
Over the years, they’ve restricted our Yang family at every turn, so why would they suddenly become this generous?” Yang Xue also nodded, unconsciously rubbing her sleeve with her fingers.
“Spirit Hall has never been benevolent.
Such unusual behavior definitely hides some scheme behind it.
We just can’t figure out where their intentions truly lie.” “But even if we overthink it, what can we actually do?” Yang Xue suddenly changed the topic and looked at the two of them, a trace of sorrow flashing through her eyes.
“The three of us are merely Spirit Saints, and Spirit Saints living directly under their watch at that.
Every move we make is monitored.” “If they truly want to do something, can we stop them?” No.
They could not.
Hearing this, Yang Wushuang tiredly closed his eyes for a moment before slowly nodding.
The current Yang family was effectively under house arrest within Spirit City, like birds trapped inside a cage.
They were meat upon the chopping block, only fit to be manipulated.
Any so-called resistance would merely be a suicidal joke.
None of the three considered the possibility that Falling Devil Douluo had taken a liking to Yang Chang’an.
It was not because they thought Yang Chang’an lacked talent.
On the contrary, with such talent, even among the younger generation of Spirit City, he would still rank among the very best—a true heaven-defying genius.
But Yang Chang’an’s identity was simply too sensitive.
With such a background, gaining the favor of Spirit Hall’s upper echelon was practically impossible.
In fact, the possibility of Spirit Hall eliminating Yang Chang’an was far greater.
Using their own resources to nurture a genius who might one day bite back at them?
Spirit Hall was not a group of fools.
Why would they do something so thankless and dangerous?
Thinking this way only deepened the confusion in their hearts, yet they still could not find an answer.
Yang Wushuang rubbed his aching temples, forcing away the distracting thoughts before speaking in a deep voice: “Forget it.
There’s no point thinking about what we can’t understand.
Right now, the most important thing is finding a suitable Spirit Ring for Chang’an.
Since Spirit Hall has given us this opportunity, we’ll seize it.” “In that case, let’s settle it like this.
Tomorrow, I’ll take Chang’an to… to the spirit beast forest of the Heaven Dou Empire to hunt a Spirit Ring.” Actually, compared to Heaven Dou, the spirit beast forests of the Star Luo Empire were much closer.
However, the Breaking Clan was currently within the Star Luo Empire.
To avoid causing unnecessary trouble, Yang Wushuang ultimately chose the more distant spirit beast forests of the Heaven Dou Empire instead.
Yang Quji and Yang Xue both nodded slightly upon hearing this.
At this point, this arrangement was indeed the safest option.
Neither spoke further, only reminding Yang Wushuang to be extra careful on the journey and protect Yang Chang’an well.
The next morning, before dawn had fully broken, Yang Chang’an changed into a light set of fitted clothes and followed behind Yang Wushuang toward Spirit City’s gates.
At this hour, the city gates were already crowded with people.
Spirit Masters leaving the city came and went in an endless stream, while Spirit Hall guards stood solemnly on both sides of the gate, their sharp eyes carefully inspecting every person passing through.
Above the city gates, atop a high platform, a man clad in silver armor sat cross-legged with a calm and steady aura.
He was the commander guarding this gate—Flers.
Flers was one of the captains of Spirit Hall’s three great legions, the Holy Emperor Knights.
His cultivation had long since broken through to the Spirit Douluo realm, and even among the countless experts within the Holy Emperor Knights, he ranked within the top twenty.
His strength far surpassed Yang Wushuang’s.
The moment he saw Yang Wushuang approaching with a child, Flers abruptly opened his eyes atop the platform, two sharp rays of cold light shooting downward.
In the next instant, his figure flashed and appeared before Yang Wushuang and Yang Chang’an like a ghost, the pressure of a Spirit Douluo quietly spreading from his body.
“Please wait, Bishop Yang.” Flers’s voice was indifferent, while a faint trace of mockery lingered at the corners of his lips.
“May I ask whether Bishop Yang has requested approval from the Worship Hall for this trip?
Without a written order, I’m afraid the two of you cannot leave.” He clearly knew Yang Wushuang’s status was special and that leaving the city absolutely required authorization from the Worship Hall, yet he still deliberately asked the question.
It was obvious he was intentionally making things difficult.
Although in terms of actual combat strength he might not necessarily be able to decisively defeat a Spirit Saint like Yang Wushuang, who had trained the Soul Breaking Spear to perfection, he relied on Spirit Hall’s authority and his position of oversight, so he had never placed Yang Wushuang in his eyes.
Facing Flers, Yang Wushuang’s expression remained calm without the slightest ripple, as though he had long since grown accustomed to such treatment.
“So it’s Captain Flers.
I’m taking my grandson to the Spirit Beast forest to hunt a Spirit Ring.
This trip has the Worship Hall’s authorization.” As he spoke, he raised a hand and retrieved the pitch-black Worship token from the soul tool at his waist before handing it over.
Flers raised a brow and took the token.
The instant his fingers touched it, the savage dragon patterns engraved upon the token seemed almost alive.
It was unmistakably a token belonging exclusively to Spirit Hall’s Worships, and the Spirit Power imprint upon it clearly belonged to the Seventh Worship, Falling Devil Douluo.
He inspected it repeatedly several times before finally confirming it was genuine.
Only then did he reluctantly hand the token back to Yang Wushuang, unwillingness flashing through his eyes.
He had intended to seize this chance to make things difficult for Yang Wushuang, yet he never expected Yang Wushuang to truly possess a Worship Hall order—one personally granted by Falling Devil Douluo himself.
Flers’s gaze swept over Yang Chang’an beside him, his eyes carrying a trace of contempt, before turning back to Yang Wushuang.
“Only the two of you?
Grandfather and grandson?” In the past, whenever the Yang or Niu families were permitted to leave the city, Spirit Hall would always send personnel to accompany and monitor them throughout the journey to prevent any unforeseen incidents.
Yet today there were only the two of them, which naturally aroused his suspicions.
“That’s right.” Yang Wushuang’s expression remained indifferent, offering no unnecessary explanation as he merely asked calmly: “Captain Flers, since the inspection is complete, may we leave now?” Although Flers still harbored many doubts, he did not dare disobey the Worship Hall’s orders.
He proceeded to ask several more meaningless questions—such as which spirit beast forest in the Heaven Dou Empire they intended to visit and when they would return—and Yang Wushuang answered each one briefly.
After dragging things out for quite some time, Flers finally stepped aside unwillingly and waved his hand.
“You may go.
Remember to return on time.” Yang Wushuang slightly nodded upon hearing this and led Yang Chang’an toward the city gates.
As they passed by Flers, Yang Chang’an could not help but glance up at him, only to meet Flers’s gaze directly.
There was undisguised contempt in those eyes.
The curve of his lips looked as though he were staring at an overconfident ant that didn’t know its own limits.
Inside his sleeves, Yang Chang’an’s fists quietly clenched.
He had already heard plenty about the Yang family’s treatment within Spirit City, but hearing about it from clan brothers and sisters was completely different from experiencing it firsthand.
At the very moment the two stepped beyond the city gates, Yang Wushuang’s voice softly sounded beside Yang Chang’an’s ear.
“This is the Douluo Continent.
The strong prey upon the weak, and only the fittest survive.
The dissatisfaction of the weak has no meaning whatsoever.
No one cares about the resentment of ants.” “Only by making yourself strong enough can you avoid being trampled on at will.” “Ants…?” Yang Chang’an muttered softly, his fingernails digging into his palms and bringing a sharp sting of pain.
The figures of grandfather and grandson gradually disappeared into the morning mist as they headed toward the Heaven Dou Empire.
Meanwhile, atop a tall building on the eastern side of Spirit City, two figures stood leaning against the railing, their eyes fixed firmly on the pair until their silhouettes completely vanished from sight.
The Fifth Worship exchanged a glance with the burly man beside him before the two silently followed in the direction grandfather and grandson had departed.