Hearing Yang Wushuang’s hearty laughter erupt through the courtyard, everyone present finally snapped back to their senses from their shock.
Their expressions of astonishment instantly turned into joy as they hurriedly surrounded him, offering congratulations one after another, their excitement impossible to conceal in their voices.
The members of the Yang clan were all flushed with excitement.
For the current Yang family, the emergence of a genius with innate level nine Spirit Power was undoubtedly a heaven-sent blessing.
Niu Yue could no longer contain his excitement either.
He strode forward, grabbed Yang Wushuang by the neck, and slapped his back heavily with a thick palm as he shouted at the top of his lungs: “Good!
Good!
Wushuang, well done!
Our Four Single-Attribute Clans are finally going to produce another top-tier figure!” The Four Single-Attribute Clans of the past had always been closely bound together.
Hundreds of years of friendship had long been etched into their bones.
When the four clans interacted, there was never any hypocrisy—only life-and-death brothers who could entrust their backs to one another without hesitation, generations of trusted allies.
Moreover, five years ago during that bloody battle, the Yang and Niu families fought side by side and forged bonds of life-and-death camaraderie.
In that battle, the Defense Clan of the Niu family blocked wave after wave of fierce assaults from Spirit Hall for the Breaking Clan.
The bond between the two families had already fused into their very bloodlines.
In the eyes of the Niu family, Yang Chang’an’s innate level nine Spirit Power was no different from their own clan producing such a talent.
The festive atmosphere instantly swept through the entire Yang residence.
The whole estate was immersed in a sea of joy, everywhere filled with celebratory scenes.
At this moment, the gloom that had weighed on everyone’s hearts for years seemed to be greatly dispelled.
Standing at the center of the crowd, Yang Chang’an listened to the surrounding laughter and felt the expectant gazes of the clan members.
A bright smile appeared on his face as he murmured to himself: “Innate level nine… seems like I’m not entirely without the protagonist’s destiny after all.” He clearly understood what innate level nine Spirit Power meant.
Among the younger generation of the entire Douluo Continent, such talent was exceedingly rare.
Looking across the entire continent’s peers, it would absolutely place him within the top ten, not the slightest bit inferior to the so-called Golden Generation that Spirit Hall placed such high hopes on.
Niu Wenchuan pushed through the crowd and strode up to Yang Chang’an, slapping his shoulder hard as he laughed loudly.
“It still has to be you, Chang’an!
Innate level nine—we truly deserve to be brothers who grew up together, equally awesome!” Yang Chang’an lifted his eyes to look toward Niu Wenchuan, the laughter in his eyes growing even thicker.
“That’s natural, don’t look at who I am!
In the future, I will hold the spear and you will hold the shield; with our two brothers standing side by side, among the heroes of this world, who else can become our opponent?” Listening to Yang Chang’an’s words, that picture couldn’t help but surface in Niu Wenchuan’s mind: a youth standing with a spear in hand, sweeping across all directions; his own figure like a mountain, indestructible; the two of them side by side, invincible wherever they went.
His eyes were entirely full of longing, and a smile drifted onto the corners of his mouth subconsciously.
Closely following, he collected his smile, looking at Yang Chang’an with incomparable solemnity.
“Chang’an, rest assured.
As long as I, Niu Wenchuan, am here, no one will be able to harm you even the slightest!” Seeing the unwavering determination in Niu Wenchuan’s eyes, Yang Chang’an’s smile grew even brighter.
He nodded heavily and said word by word: “When brothers are of one mind, their sharpness can cut through metal!” This sentence scattered in the courtyard.
Falling into the ears of the two families, it caused a surge of hot blood to rise in everyone’s hearts even more.
The festive aura drifted toward the distance along the walls of the Yang estate.
Yet little did they know, on a mountain not far outside the Yang estate, two figures were currently standing quietly, their gazes penetrating through layers of tree shadows to fall upon the jubilant Yang estate below, taking everything in the courtyard into their view.
One of them had a face so handsome he looked like a youth, skin as white as jade, yet his eyes carried a depth that did not match his appearance.
His fingertips idly toyed with a pitch-black Rubik’s Cube, which rotated smoothly in his hand without the slightest hesitation—this was the Fifth Uncle.
He looked down at Yang Chang’an surrounded by the crowd, a trace of interest flashing in his eyes as he raised his eyebrows slightly, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
“Innate level nine Spirit Power… this little guy’s talent is quite good indeed.” Beside him stood a burly man, broad-shouldered and powerfully built, his entire body radiating a sharp and fierce aura.
In his hand he casually toyed with a cold-glinting metal short rod, its surface engraved with intricate patterns, faint traces of Spirit Power rippling around it.
Upon hearing Fifth Uncle’s words, the burly man fixed his gaze on Yang Chang’an and slowly nodded.
“Honestly speaking, his talent really is quite good.
He is in no way inferior to that woman’s newly accepted disciple, and in terms of spirit and vitality, he is even slightly superior.” When mentioning “that woman,” a hint of disdain actually crept into the burly man’s tone.
Hearing this, Fifth Uncle turned his head slightly toward the burly man beside him, a meaningful smile curling at the corners of his lips as he said slowly, “In that case, how about taking him as a disciple?” As soon as those words fell, the metal short rod spinning in the burly man’s hand suddenly came to a halt, frozen midair.
He turned his head abruptly to look at Fifth Uncle, his brows tightly furrowed, his tone carrying a trace of gravity.
“Fifth Brother, have you forgotten?
That boy is from the Breaking Clan.
At the root, he is still a member of the Clear Sky Sect!” The Breaking Clan was once an affiliated clan of the Clear Sky Sect.
Even though the Clear Sky Sect had now sealed its mountain gates and the four clans had announced their withdrawal, in the eyes of outsiders, the connection between the Breaking Clan and the Clear Sky Sect had never been truly severed.
And the Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect were mortal enemies who could not coexist.
Taking in a genius from the Breaking Clan as a disciple—its implications were self-evident.
However, upon hearing this, the Fifth Uncle merely waved his hand indifferently, a faint sneer curling at his lips, his eyes full of disdain.
“A member of the Clear Sky Sect?
Do you really think that the current Single-Attribute Four Clans still recognize that name?
They do not.
In fact, those four clans probably hate those cowards so much they’d love to tear them apart alive.
How could they still acknowledge the Clear Sky Sect?” Fifth Uncle paused for a moment, his gaze drifting toward the Yang estate below.
His eyes suddenly deepened, a trace of unrestrained arrogance flashing within them.
“As for the Breaking Clan?” “Who are we?
We are Spirit Hall!
Even if he manages to reach the peak Douluo level in the future, how much of a storm could he possibly stir?
The foundation of Spirit Hall—how could it possibly be shaken by something as insignificant as a Soul Breaking Spear?” As he spoke, Fifth Uncle turned to look at the burly man, his gaze turning faint and indifferent.
Within it lay an overwhelming contempt that seemed to look down upon all under heaven.
“Don’t forget, among the current Spirit Hall elders, there are also several whose ancestors were from sects once destroyed by Spirit Hall.
And yet now, aren’t they still willingly serving Spirit Hall like obedient dogs?” His voice was not loud, yet it carried an invisible pressure, as though proclaiming that all heroes of the world were nothing more than chickens and dogs in his eyes.
In the face of Spirit Hall’s absolute strength, so-called clan grievances and bloodline ties were nothing more than dust that could be easily crushed.
The burly man fell silent, lowering his head in deep thought as his thumb slowly rubbed over the patterns on the metal short rod, his brows still tightly locked.
Yang Chang’an’s background was indeed too sensitive.
The Breaking Clan and the Clear Sky Sect—these two labels alone were enough to make many people hesitate.
Even with his status within Spirit Hall, he could not help but feel that this matter was somewhat tricky; a single misstep could bring unnecessary trouble.
But Yang Chang’an’s talent truly made his heart stir.
His family, although currently supported by two great powerhouses—himself and his younger brother—with a momentum as grand as the sun in the sky, the younger generation within the clan was suffering from a gap between generations.
Most of them possessed ordinary talent, making it difficult to shoulder the large banner of the clan.
If he could accept Yang Chang’an as a disciple, with his talent, he would certainly become a powerhouse of one side in the future.
With his assistance, the family’s future wouldn’t be too unsightly either.
Taking his hesitation into his eyes, Fifth Uncle spoke calmly, breaking the silence of the mountaintop: “Regarding this matter, I have already spoken with Eldest Brother before.” The burly man suddenly looked up, staring intently at Fifth Uncle, even the ferocity around him slightly restrained.
Eldest Brother’s attitude was the most crucial factor in this matter.
If he agreed, then everything would be resolved.
Seeing his reaction, Fifth Uncle’s lips curled into a cold smile.
“It’s just the Soul Breaking Spear.
A declining weapon Martial Soul—do you really think Eldest Brother would care about it?” Eldest Brother was an unparalleled powerhouse of the continent, the true master of Spirit Hall.
His vision far exceeded that of ordinary people.
A mere inheritor of the Soul Breaking Spear, no matter how decent his talent, would not even register in his eyes.
Hearing this, the light in the burly man’s eyes flickered uncertainly.
If Eldest Brother did not care, then this matter had room for maneuver.
The spinning metal short rod in his hand slowly came to a stop.
The cold-glinting rod body reflected a faint, eerie light under the sunlight as he looked down at Yang Chang’an, a trace of resolution flashing in his eyes.