“Grandpa, what’s wrong?
Did something happen?” Yang Chang’an quickly walked over when he saw Yang Wushuang’s ugly expression.
Yang Wushuang raised his head and looked deeply at Yang Chang’an.
After several seconds of silence, he lowered his voice and asked word by word, “Chang’an, tell Grandpa honestly.
Did you meet someone outside?” Yang Chang’an froze for a moment.
His grandfather normally never asked questions like this.
The Yang family’s status was sensitive.
In Spirit City, they were already being excluded by others, and there were very few people willing to genuinely associate with them.
Usually, only the Yang and Niu families kept to their own small circle.
Because of that, what Yang Wushuang normally cared about most was whether he had caused trouble outside or offended anyone.
But today, his grandfather suddenly asked whether he meet someone.
Yang Chang’an’s thoughts turned quickly, and he immediately understood.
Yue Guan must have said something to Grandpa just now.
Combined with what Fifth Uncle had said before, he instantly realized that Fifth Uncle’s matter probably could no longer be hidden.
At this point, continuing to hide it would only make Grandpa worry more and might even cause him to make the wrong decision.
Yang Chang’an took a deep breath and decided not to conceal it anymore.
He honestly said, “Grandpa, I really did meet an elder outside.
He told me to call him Fifth Uncle…” Then he explained everything in detail: how he met Fifth Uncle, how he deliberately tried to build a good relationship with him, and all of his guesses about Fifth Uncle’s identity.
He also mentioned Fifth Uncle wanting to recommend him for training at the Worship Hall, as well as the matter of going to the Zihua Training Camp for “exchange.” Yang Wushuang sat quietly in his chair and listened, but the more he heard, the tighter his brows furrowed.
A white-haired youth, lively and playful… A Spirit Master with that kind of image, and even a Titled Douluo at that, was extremely rare in the entire Douluo Continent.
Over the past five years in Spirit City, he had met or heard of many powerful figures from Spirit Hall, and he ran through every one of them in his mind, yet none matched the description.
But suddenly, Yang Wushuang’s expression changed drastically!
A memory buried deep in his mind for decades suddenly resurfaced.
It was not someone he had seen in Spirit City, but rather a battle more than thirty years ago before Clear Sky Mountain, when Clear Sky Douluo Tang Chen fought against Spirit Hall’s Grand Worship, Qian Daoliu!
That day, from afar, he had once seen among the group of Worship Elders following behind Qian Daoliu a young man with an exceptionally distinctive temperament and striking appearance.
White hair, handsome, appearing very young—the image matched Yang Chang’an’s description perfectly!
Because that person’s appearance had been so special, he had even specifically asked his father about him back then.
Looking at it now, the person Yang Chang’an met was clearly him.
Spirit Hall’s Fifth Worship — Glowing Feather Douluo!
A true old monster standing at the very peak of Spirit Hall, a top expert at the Peak Douluo level!
So it was actually this lord!
Seeing Yang Wushuang’s expression, Yang Chang’an also realized that his grandfather had most likely guessed Fifth Uncle’s identity, so he curiously asked, “Grandpa, do you know Fifth Uncle’s identity?” Yang Wushuang was silent for a moment before slowly nodding.
However, he did not directly say Glowing Feather Douluo’s name.
Instead, in a heavy tone, he warned him: “Since he doesn’t want to tell you his identity himself, then don’t ask further.
When the time comes, he’ll naturally tell you personally.” Hearing this, Yang Chang’an understood that his grandfather had his concerns and could not say too much.
He could only swallow back the curiosity that had reached his lips and obediently nod.
“I understand, Grandpa.” Yang Wushuang’s expression eased slightly, but his next sentence pushed the atmosphere to its most tense moment once again.
He stared straight into Yang Chang’an’s eyes, his voice so serious that it was frightening as he asked word by word: “Chang’an, now Grandpa will ask you one final question.” “On the Pope’s side, they want you to enter the Zihua Special Training Camp.
On your Fifth Uncle’s side, they want you to go to the Worship Hall.” “Tell me—which side do you want to choose?” One side was personally chosen by Pope Bibi Dong herself, while the other was an olive branch extended by the Worship Hall.
One wrong step, and the Yang family would face total annihilation.
“The Worship Hall.” Yang Chang’an answered almost without any hesitation.
Yang Wushuang remained expressionless as he calmly continued asking: “Why?
The Zihua Special Training Camp is personally overseen by the Pope.
Entering it means limitless prospects ahead of you.
Why would you choose the Worship Hall?” Yang Chang’an took a deep breath and met his grandfather’s gaze without the slightest avoidance.
“Grandpa, while I was outside just now, I already thought everything through.” “With the Yang family’s current situation, we can’t afford to offend either side.
But since we can’t afford to offend either side, then it’s impossible to please both.
We can only give up one side and completely commit ourselves to the other.” Yang Wushuang said flatly, “Since you know neither side can be offended, why would you still choose to give up one side?” Thinking about all the schemes and political struggles he had seen in his previous life, Yang Chang’an replied firmly: “Neutrality is something only the strong are entitled to play with.
Our Yang family doesn’t have the right to remain neutral!” “We can only completely attach ourselves to one side, rely on their power to survive first, and only then think about the future.” A slight change appeared in Yang Wushuang’s eyes.
Although his face showed little emotion, a trace of approval quietly appeared in his gaze.
“Continue.” Yang Chang’an lowered his head and thought for a moment before continuing: “We already have ties with the Worship Hall.
As the saying goes, ‘Loyalty that isn’t absolute is absolute disloyalty.'” “If we try to benefit from both sides, in the end neither side will be pleased, and we’ll only end up being dealt with by both of them together.
Rather than that, it’s better to completely stand with the Worship Hall from the very beginning.” He paused before saying the most realistic sentence of all: “Besides, the Worship Hall is stronger!” Having thoroughly read the original story, Yang Chang’an knew very well that for at least the next fifteen years, the Worship Hall would remain in a position of absolute suppression over Bibi Dong.
Fifteen years would be enough time for the Yang family to firmly establish themselves within Spirit Hall before planning anything further.
Of course, there was another reason as well.
Compared to that madwoman, the Worship Hall at least had principles.
At the very least, they would not die without even knowing how they died.
After hearing all of this, the tense expression that had remained on Yang Wushuang’s face finally relaxed completely, and a faint smile appeared.
Actually, Yang Chang’an didn’t even need to say it.
From the moment Yue Guan told him that Yang Chang’an had ties with the Worship Hall, Yang Wushuang had already made his choice.
Just as his grandson said, loyalty that wasn’t absolute was absolute disloyalty.
Since the Yang family lacked the capital to remain neutral, they could only make one desperate gamble.
Seeing the smile on his grandfather’s face, the heart Yang Chang’an had kept hanging all this time finally dropped back into place.
“Grandpa, you… you agreed?!” Yang Wushuang nodded.
And the reason he chose the Worship Hall also carried another deeper consideration in his heart.
After so many years, the Worship Hall had most likely already fully mastered the method of producing the “‘Gorgeous Seven Color.” In other words, the Yang family no longer had much value left.
Combined with Spirit Hall’s earth-shaking plans… If they didn’t quickly cling to the thickest thigh available, the Yang family truly did not have much time left.
Thinking of this, the smile on Yang Wushuang’s face instantly disappeared, and the look he gave Yang Chang’an suddenly became incomparably stern.
“Your previous vacation is canceled!” “Ah?” “Starting tomorrow, all your training will increase by another twenty percent!” If they wanted to survive the struggle between the Worship Hall and the Pope’s Hall, merely choosing a side was not enough.
Only your own strength was true strength.
Yang Chang’an froze for a moment before immediately straightening his back and loudly responding: “Yes!
Your grandson understands!” From the moment he chose to stand on the Worship Hall’s side, he no longer had the right to relax.
The road ahead could only be walked by desperately charging forward with everything he had.
From this moment onward, the fate of the Yang family was completely staked on the Worship Hall.