Chapter 35 Yang Potian: I only come back to do three things!
"Long time no see, everyone." Yang Potian glanced at the tribesmen around him with a bright smile on his face.
"I said, you have been in Tianshui College for so long, but you haven't brought back a single talented girl?"
"Has their dean been captured?"
"And the vice president, I remember her name was Yun, right?"
Yang Wudi looked at Yang Potian strangely.
Thinking back to the time, I was the dream of countless girls. Could it be that Yang Potian didn’t inherit his talent in this area?
“Ahem, you seem to know a lot about this, old man.” Yang Potian twitched his lips.
"Potian, the Spirit Hall didn't find you, right? I heard they found a Titled Douluo." The elder of the clan asked worriedly.
Everyone in the tribe knew about Yang Potian’s heroic deeds. He destroyed the Wuhun Sub-Dian of Aowei City and robbed a large number of cultivation resources. All the cultivation resources they got were snatched back by Yang Potian.
"That Titled Douluo is dead. Now no one knows who did it." Yang Potian said calmly after hearing this.
"Dead? How did he die?" Everyone was shocked.
This was a Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall, yet he died in the Kingdom of Osw. If the Spirit Hall knew this news, they would be furious.
"For some reason, he came to Far North City, and then he died at the hands of my gun."
Yang Potian's words were shocking. Everyone opened their mouths as if they had heard some earth-shattering news, and their pupils shrank into pinholes.
Titled Douluo!
The Titled Douluo died under Yang Potian's gun. Even if the opponent was level 91, he was still a Titled Douluo.
Just the difference of one more soul ring has blocked so many powerful Soul Douluo on the continent.
"The opponent is probably just the last-ranked elder in the Spirit Hall, and his cultivation is only at level 91 Titled Douluo. He couldn't even last three moves in my hands."
Yang Potian dropped another bomb!
There are two messages in this sentence.
First, there are several elders in the Spirit Hall, and this is just a Titled Douluo elder at the bottom. Second, this Titled Douluo did not last more than three moves in the hands of Yang Potian.
“Potian, are you telling the truth?!” The elder of the clan excitedly put his hands on Yang Potian’s shoulders, his expression somewhat excited.
"Of course it's true. If you did it, it's done. If you didn't do it, it's not done." Yang Potian spread his hands.
"Potian, tell me honestly, how strong are you?" Yang Wudi asked hurriedly
"I am invincible in one-on-one fights below level 96. I have the advantage in one-on-two fights. I am not afraid of one-on-three fights. I will run away if I fight four."
Yang Potian pondered for a while, and finally spoke slowly.
At this moment, everyone just felt their breathing a little quickened and their heads dizzy.
Is this something a human would say?
"Potian, are you mistaken? Your soul power level is only level 82. How can you possibly fight against a level 95 Titled Douluo?"
"Father, for some reason, my soul power level has reached the peak of level 88, and I accidentally swallowed a blood-colored flower fairy grass and some tonic substances!"
Yang Potian did not hide his soul power level. He would not bother to explain so much when he broke through to the Titled Douluo in the future.
"Level 88!?"
"Immortal grass! Bloody flower! This is an immortal grass that specifically enhances the killing intent of soul masters. It also has the effect of purifying soul power."
"The young clan leader has actually reached level 88 Soul Douluo, and I'm still a Soul Master. I don't want to play anymore, it's not fun at all!"
Yang Wudi was more excited than anyone else when he heard this, because he heard the name of the legendary fairy grass. At the same time, he was extremely shocked that Yang Potian's level had reached 88th level Soul Douluo, and he was not far from being a real Title Douluo.
"Potian, are there any more blood-colored flowers?" Yang Wudi asked excitedly.
“Father, are you getting old and confused? How can immortal herbs have twins?” Yang Potian rolled his eyes at Yang Wudi, but then he changed the subject and said, “I do know where there are immortal herbs on the mainland, and there are many varieties.”
"Are you serious? Where is it? Tell me now."
The two things that Yang Wudi was most interested in in his life were guns and alchemy. His desire for the magic herb had reached a crazy level.
This cold-blooded man would be defeated once he heard the name of the magic herb.
"Don't worry, father. Dugu Bo is watching those immortal herbs and they can't get away. I came back this time to do three things!" Yang Potian straightened his expression and turned to look at the clansmen in the hall.
Everyone held their heads high and faced Yang Potian's gaze, their eyes full of admiration and respect.
The first and second elders of the clan behind him looked at each other with smiles on their faces.
At this moment, Yang Potian already possessed the temperament of a clan leader, and none of the clan members were dissatisfied.
The youthful arrogance and rebelliousness of the past have faded away, leaving only maturity, calmness and the determination to lead the tribe to become stronger.
"Potian, you decide. The Pozhi clan will obey your orders." Yang Wudi stood behind Yang Potian with his hands behind his back.
At this moment, an idea had already sprouted in his mind, which was to hand over the position of the patriarch of the Pozhi clan to Yang Potian.
But he knew that now was not the time.
Yang Potian now needs to break through to the Titled Douluo level, and cannot let clan affairs slow down Yang Potian's cultivation.
"First, we need to take the Immortal Grass from Dugu Bo. Of course, we don't need to fight for it. I have my own way to make him give me the Immortal Grass willingly."
The members of the Po Yi clan all have more or less knowledge about the magic grass. The miraculous effect of the magic grass is enough to drive the soul masters of the mainland completely crazy. Fortunately, only a very small number of people know about the existence of the magic grass.
Only the Po Yi clan has one or two records about how to use it, and the soul masters of other continents are all confused.
"Secondly, we need to reorganize the members of the clan and divide them into different levels. High-level clan members should be given priority in obtaining cultivation resources. We cannot let our clan members become flowers in a greenhouse."
"Our inherited martial spirit is the Soul-Breaking Spear, and the Soul-Breaking Clan will never allow any of its members to be weak."
Everyone's blood boiled when they heard this, and they couldn't wait to have a great fight. They had a premonition that the Po Yi clan was about to rise and surpass their former heyday.
Besides, what Yang Potian said was right. The Pozhi clan cannot have cowards. Yang Wudi had the idea of reform a long time ago.
"The Po Yi Clan has established three major groups. Those above Soul Sage are divided into the Wushuang Group, those from Soul Venerable to Soul Emperor are divided into the Shenwei Group, and those below Soul Venerable are divided into the Burning Fighting Group!"
"Soul Saints are the first to enjoy the resources. If you want to obtain more resources, you must work hard to become stronger and practice. Of course, the family will still focus on training you before Soul Sects."
There are four Soul Saints who have broken into the Po clan, namely Yang Lin at level 76, Yang Ye at level 77, Yang Yu at level 77, and Yang Hai at level 75.
The four of them and two elders including Yang Wudi became members of the Wushuang Group, led by Yang Wudi.
Of course, Yang Wudi is still the head of the clan and handles clan affairs, while the members of the three major organizations are controlled by Yang Potian.
There were about 150 people from Soul Master to Soul Emperor. They became members of Shenwei, while the other members of the tribe joined the Burning Fighter Group.
(End of this chapter)