In recent years, the Breaking Clan had been cooperating very smoothly with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Not only was Yang Wudi serving as a guest elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but other members of the Breaking Clan also found work within the school's various enterprises.
All of this stemmed from the Pharmaceutical Hall jointly established by both parties on the continent.
Yang Qianjun was one of the most outstanding members of the clan.
When he first arrived at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, he occasionally returned to the Breaking Clan's base. However, after Yang Wudi announced the cooperation with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he rarely went back home.
He even managed to bring his fiancée from the Min Clan along with him, though no one knew how he did it.
"I told you all that you're traitors. It seems the Breaking Clan has been blinded by Gold Soul Coins," a burly young man angrily pointed at Yang Qianjun as Li Xun and Sword Douluo arrived.
"Haha, you should figure out who the real traitors are before you speak. The Power Clan truly lives up to being the loyal dogs of the Clear Sky Sect!" Yang Qianjun sneered. "What's wrong with us living a better life now? Should we continue to hide from the Spirit Hall like stray dogs?"
"Tailong, I just want to know what kind of bones the Clear Sky Sect has thrown your way. How could you recognize someone as your Young Master just because they showed up?"
Faced with Yang Qianjun's mockery, Tailong could no longer contain his anger. "You bastard, I'll tear your mouth apart today!"
With a roar, three Spirit Rings lit up around Tailong. His burly body instantly expanded, especially the muscles in his arms, which bulged and extended, hanging down to his knees.
A layer of dark fur sprouted on the uncovered parts of his back.
From a distance, he looked like an ape on the verge of evolving into a human.
In his fury, Tailong didn't give Yang Qianjun any time to prepare. He threw a punch straight at Yang Qianjun's face.
But since their conversation had already turned sour, Yang Qianjun had been on guard against Tailong.
Facing the incoming punch, Yang Qianjun instantly summoned his Martial Soul, and four Spirit Rings appeared beneath his feet.
He held the Soul Piercing Lance horizontally in front of him, using the force of Tailong's attack to retreat and create a safe distance between them.
"Swift."
Yang Qianjun thrust his Soul Piercing Lance forward, and his speed instantly increased. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Tailong.
"Break."
Although the two had exchanged harsh words, there was still some connection between their clans, so Yang Qianjun didn't go for the kill.
Instead, he delivered a powerful horizontal sweep aimed at Tailong.
As a level 37 Soul Grandmaster, Tailong naturally had some skills. Although he didn't have time to channel his Soul Power, his body instinctively raised his arms to block.
Crack—
As Tailong was sent flying, a clear sound suddenly rang in his ears.
Although Yang Qianjun hadn't gone for the kill, the force of the sweep sent Tailong stumbling back more than a dozen steps.
Tailong moved his arm and found that it wasn't seriously injured. He concluded that it was likely just a minor fracture that would heal with a couple of days of rest.
He looked at Yang Qianjun in astonishment. "You've already reached level 40 and become a Soul Honour!"
"Haha, so? Still want to fight?" Yang Qianjun sneered. If it weren't for the history between their clans, he would have made Tailong leave lying down. "If not, then hurry back to your Young Master and stop bothering me."
With that, Yang Qianjun ignored Tailong and greeted Li Xun and Sword Douluo, who were standing behind him.
He and Li Xun had known each other for several years, so there was no need for excessive formalities.
"Yang Qianjun, you're just taking advantage of being older than me. Let me tell you, the Breaking Clan's betrayal of their master will not end well."
After saying this, Tailong spat on the ground and turned to leave, passing by Li Xun as he descended the mountain.
"Brother Li, Senior Sword Douluo, I apologize for the scene," Yang Qianjun said with an embarrassed smile.
Sword Douluo shook his head with a smile. "It's fine. We heard that kid's commotion before we even arrived."
"Brother Yang, is that Tailong from the Strength Clan?" Li Xun chuckled.
"Yes, I went home today and happened to run into him on my way back."
Yang Qianjun spread his hands helplessly. "We met when we were kids, and he recognized me immediately. He insisted on dragging me to meet their Young Master."
"Well, you're in trouble now. I've heard the Strength Clan is like a sticky plaster. If you beat up the younger one, the older ones will surely come after you."
Li Xun laughed heartily. "I told you before to bring your wife to the academy, but you didn't listen. Now look at the mess you're in."
"My wife is a year older than me, and her talent isn't that great. She feels a bit embarrassed to come to the academy."
Yang Qianjun scratched his head sheepishly.
"What's there to be embarrassed about? She's definitely better than the trash nobles in the academy."
Li Xun couldn't help but laugh. "Well, avoiding this mess for now might be a good idea."
He had met Yang Qianjun's fiancée, Bai Jing, who was twenty years old and a very gentle woman.
"Let's go, we can talk more back at the academy."
Heavenly Dou Royal Academy was just as it had always been. Along the way, they could see the carefree noble students laughing and joking.
But as soon as these people saw Li Xun and his right-hand man Yang Qianjun, they fell silent.
"What did you and Shi Mo and Shi Feng talk about?" Li Xun asked curiously, looking at Yang Qianjun.
"It wasn't me. A while ago, we went to another academy for an exchange match."
Yang Qianjun quickly waved his hands. "After they returned, the Shi brothers started spreading rumors about how weak the students from that academy were. And then it turned into this."
"Brother Li, shouldn't we participate in some Soul Duel Competitions or exchange matches to get some practice?"
Yang Qianjun felt a bit uncertain. "The Pan-continental Elite Soul Master Tournament is coming up soon. Are we really ready like this?"
"I've heard that some academies started preparing for this competition several years ago, and their teams have been training for years."
"Didn't I say I would take you straight to the finals and crush everyone?"
Li Xun grinned. "Do you feel like you're not getting enough participation?"
With his current strength, participating in the Soul Master Competition would be like a shopping spree. The only fun might be bullying Shrek Academy.
"It's mainly because this is the only tournament we can participate in," Yang Qianjun chuckled. "We need to make a name for ourselves in front of the world."
"Don't worry, I'll make sure you get your moment in the spotlight."
Li Xun laughed and waved goodbye to Yang Qianjun as he headed toward the dormitory.
He opened the door.
Inside, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were sitting across from each other in the living room, cracking nuts.
"Brother, you're back."
Hearing the door open, Ning Rongrong looked up and her eyes lit up when she saw it was Li Xun.
"What are you two doing?" Li Xun took off his coat and changed into slippers.
Li Xun walked over to the table and casually grabbed a handful of fruit, popping it into his mouth.
"Brother, what are you doing? I worked so hard to gather that!" Ning Rongrong wailed, quickly pulling the fruit closer to herself.
"Stingy. Zhu Zhuqing isn't like you," Li Xun said as he plopped down next to Zhu Zhuqing, picking up some fruit and eating it.
Zhu Zhuqing smiled without saying a word and handed him another handful.
"See, see? Learn from her," Li Xun leaned back, half-lying on the sofa, and pointed at Ning Rongrong.
"Anything else is fine, but not this."
Ning Rongrong wrinkled her nose, then her eyes lit up. "Brother, where did you go?"
"Did you go see that girl again?"
(End of Chapter)