Over the following days, Yang Chang’an and Yang Wushuang traveled tirelessly along the road.
At last, on the evening of the thirtieth day, they finally returned to the territory of Spirit City.
Although Falling Devil Douluo had originally granted them a month and a half to return, Yang Wushuang insisted on limiting the trip to exactly one month.
In the end, the Yang family’s background was simply too sensitive.
After defecting to the Spirit Hall, they had to tread carefully in every matter, never daring to give others leverage against them.
If he said one month, then it had to be one month.
Thirty days of exhausting travel by carriage— even a powerful Spirit Master like Yang Wushuang showed traces of fatigue between his brows, let alone six-year-old Yang Chang’an.
Yet the boy’s temperament was resilient.
His back remained perfectly straight.
Though his small face carried dust from the journey, his eyes still shone brightly with the vitality unique to youth.
As the two walked through the gates of the Yang residence beneath the evening glow, they finally felt the warmth of returning home.
Yang Wushuang lowered his head and looked at his grandson beside him, his voice softening slightly.
“This month has been hard on you.
Grandpa will give you one day off.
Training resumes the day after tomorrow.” Hearing this, Yang Chang’an curled his lips into a smile.
Although his foundation was unusual and the journey itself had not truly exhausted him, being cramped inside a constantly shaking carriage for thirty straight days had left every bone in his body feeling rattled apart.
A full day of rest sounded wonderful.
“I understand, Grandpa.” Grandfather and grandson walked side by side into the courtyard, casually chatting about trivial matters from the road.
Before long, a slender figure came forward to greet them.
Yang Xue stood beneath the corridor, joy written all over her face as she spoke lightly: “Judging by your expressions, everything must have gone smoothly.” As she spoke, she stepped forward and rubbed Yang Chang’an’s head.
The child had clearly grown a little taller after this trip.
Then the smile on Yang Xue’s face faded slightly as she looked up at Yang Wushuang with a more serious expression.
“Second Brother, someone is here looking for you.
They’re waiting in the main hall.” Yang Wushuang paused in surprise.
Just as he was about to ask who it was, a soft, charming voice drifted from behind Yang Xue, carrying a lazy, teasing tone: “Oh my, Brother Wushuang really made this elder brother wait after going out on such a long trip.” The moment the voice sounded, not only Yang Wushuang, but even Yang Chang’an immediately guessed the visitor’s identity.
In all of Spirit City, there was no second person with such a uniquely distinctive voice.
As the words fell, a white-robed figure stepped out from behind the corridor pillar.
The newcomer wore a moon-white embroidered robe that accentuated his tall and elegant figure.
His face was exquisitely handsome, almost delicately beautiful, carrying a feminine charm that bordered on enchanting.
If not for the clearly visible Adam’s apple at his throat, anyone seeing him would likely mistake him for a woman.
The moment Yang Wushuang saw him, he immediately stepped forward and cupped his fists in greeting.
His tone carried a hint of familiarity.
“So it was Brother Yue.
Yang was occupied with important matters during this trip and returned in haste, unable to properly receive you.
I hope Brother Yue can forgive the discourtesy.” Yang Chang’an also stepped forward and bowed slightly to the man in white, putting on an adorably obedient expression.
“Chang’an greets Grandpa Yue.” The white-robed man before them was none other than a Spirit Hall Elder, the titled Douluo known as “Chrysanthemum” — Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan.
Back when Yang Wushuang had led their branch of the clan to defect to Spirit Hall, the Yang clan’s expertise in medicine and poison techniques happened to align perfectly with Yue Guan’s own mastery of alchemy and medicinal arts.
Because of this shared interest, Yue Guan began frequently visiting the Yang residence, discussing pharmaceutical and poison arts with Yang Wushuang and the others.
At first, the Yang family had been extremely cautious due to his status as a Spirit Hall Elder.
They dared not show even the slightest disrespect and could only receive him politely.
But after spending more time with him, they discovered that although Chrysanthemum Douluo appeared soft and feminine, his personality was remarkably loyal and straightforward.
Toward friends he liked, he was generous and easygoing, carrying none of the arrogance typical of a Titled Douluo.
At that time, the Yang family had only recently defected and had yet to establish firm footing within Spirit City.
They desperately needed a backer.
Meanwhile, Yue Guan genuinely admired Yang Wushuang’s accomplishments in medicinal and poison arts.
As time passed, the relationship between both sides naturally grew closer until they became true friends.
Even the current Black Bishop positions held by Yang Wushuang and Niu Yue had been fiercely fought for by Yue Guan among Spirit Hall’s upper ranks.
Otherwise, given the Yang and Niu families’ background as affiliated clans of the Clear Sky Sect, becoming Purple Bishops would already have been their absolute limit.
Because of this, both the younger generation of the Yang family and the Niu family respected Chrysanthemum Douluo greatly.
Yue Guan’s gaze first landed on Yang Chang’an, and his eyes immediately lit up.
His peach-blossom eyes curved into crescents as he quickly walked over, completely lacking the imposing aura of a Titled Douluo.
He reached out and pinched Yang Chang’an’s cheeks, gently kneading the soft baby fat with delight in his voice.
“Oh my, it’s only been a few months, and little Chang’an has already grown so much.
And this face is still just as soft and adorable.” Yue Guan had always been famously obsessed with appearances.
Yang Chang’an was exquisitely handsome, with delicate and refined features.
Yue Guan had adored him since childhood, and now the boy had only grown more attractive with age, perfectly matching his tastes.
He continued pinching the boy’s cheeks for quite a while before finally releasing him reluctantly.
Then Yue Guan lightly lifted a finger, sending a strand of gentle Spirit Power into Yang Chang’an’s body to inspect his cultivation.
After checking his Spirit Power level, Yue Guan withdrew his hand and nodded in satisfaction, once again returning to his charming and feminine demeanor as he praised warmly: “Excellent, excellent.
Your Spirit Power is almost at Level 12 already.
Truly a fine seedling.
At this rate, perhaps Douluo Continent will one day gain another Soul Breaking Douluo.” With Yue Guan’s status, learning about Yang Chang’an’s talent had been effortless.
Back when he first learned that Yang Chang’an possessed innate Level 9 Spirit Power, even his first reaction had been disbelief.
Although the Soul Breaking Spear was one of the strongest Martial Souls on the continent, innate level 9 Spirit Power was something almost unheard of in the history of the Breaking Clan.
Even the famed “Twin Soul Breaking Spears” of the past had possessed only innate level 8 Spirit Power.
After the initial shock faded, Yue Guan had genuinely felt happy for the Yang family.
The Yang family’s identity was already highly sensitive, and life within Spirit City had always been like walking on thin ice.
Even with Yue Guan supporting them, things remained difficult.
Now that a genius like Yang Chang’an had appeared, as long as the child could grow up safely, the Yang family would finally gain true footing within Spirit City.
Their future days would no longer need to be lived with such constant caution and restraint.
Listening to Yue Guan’s praise, Yang Wushuang also revealed a smile from the bottom of his heart.
Even the wrinkles on his face softened slightly.
Ever since the catastrophe years ago, he had become little more than a crippled man.
Now, all the hopes of his life rested entirely upon this grandson.
Moreover, Yang Chang’an had always been sensible and hardworking in cultivation since childhood.
His talent far surpassed that of his peers.
Seeing his grandson become so outstanding filled Yang Wushuang with a sense of comfort beyond compare.
After the moment of joy passed, Yang Wushuang recalled Yang Xue’s earlier words.
The smile on his face quickly faded as he looked toward Yue Guan with a more serious expression.
“Brother Yue, I doubt you came today merely to see Chang’an.
May I ask what business brings you here?” Given Yue Guan’s relationship with the Yang family, Yang Xue would never have shown such a solemn expression otherwise.
That meant Yue Guan had definitely brought important news this time.
Hearing this, Yue Guan first let out a charming laugh.
His peach-blossom eyes glanced sideways at Yang Wushuang teasingly.
“Listen to yourself.
Must I always have business before I’m allowed to visit the Yang residence?
Can’t I simply come see an old friend without needing an excuse?” Though spoken jokingly, the smile on his face soon faded slightly.
A trace of seriousness appeared in his expression as he changed the topic.
“However… you guessed correctly.
I really did come to discuss an important matter.” Yang Wushuang immediately understood.
He turned toward Yang Chang’an beside him and gently rubbed the boy’s hair, his voice warm.
“Chang’an, go back to your courtyard first.
Your Grandpa Yue and I have matters to discuss.” “Okay.” Yang Chang’an obediently agreed.
He was tactful enough to know that he had no place participating in this kind of discussion yet.
Besides, he hadn’t seen Fifth Uncle for thirty days, making this the perfect chance to visit him and talk about everything that had happened during the trip.
He bowed respectfully to Yue Guan once more before turning and running outside.
His small figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
Only after Yang Chang’an’s figure vanished completely did Yang Wushuang withdraw his gaze and look back toward Yue Guan.
Turning slightly, he gestured inward with one hand.
“Brother Yue, please come inside.
Let’s speak in detail in the main hall.” Yue Guan nodded silently and followed Yang Wushuang toward the direction of the main hall.