bookbashuk Chapter 6 Spirit Hall
Chapter 6 Spirit Hall
As dusk deepened over Luoyingjian, the roar of the waterfall seemed somewhat subdued compared to usual.
"Grandpa, what happened?"
Yang Wudi's gaze fell on his grandson's youthful yet resolute face.
In that instant, he seemed to see another face from many years ago.
His son, Yang Yuntian.
Yang Hui's father.
"The Spirit Hall has come knocking."
Yang Hui's pupils suddenly contracted.
Wuhun Temple.
These three words unlocked long-sealed memories.
In the game's background story from his previous life, he knew all too well the fate of the Soul-Breaking Spear clan. Without the protagonist group, all four major clans perished, and the Spirit Hall unified the continent.
In the end, Yang Wudi was all alone, obsessed and insane, willing to pay any price for revenge.
He ended up dying in front of the Spirit Hall.
The number one offensive martial soul in the world shouldn't be like this!
This is also one of the reasons why he chose the Soul-Breaking Spear as his martial soul in his previous life.
He remembered that the game only said that Yang Wudi "encountered a great change", and his personality changed drastically from then on, becoming stubborn and obsessive, without explaining in detail what that great change was.
And now, he may be standing at the center of this great change.
"Three months ago, the Spirit Hall's branch in Star Luo City sent people to the Yang family to routinely register the awakening of the new generation of spirits in each family."
Yang Wudi said slowly, his voice like ice, "I suppressed the fact that you had innate full soul power and told everyone that your martial soul awakening was mediocre and your soul power was only level three."
"But a month ago, someone came from the Star Luo City branch. This time, it wasn't an ordinary deacon, but a Platinum Bishop at the Soul Saint level."
Yang Hui was quick-witted and had already guessed the other party's purpose.
Platinum Bishop.
The bishops of the Spirit Hall are divided into three levels: Silver, Gold, and Platinum.
The Platinum Bishop is at least a Soul Saint, and his status is second only to the Cardinal of the Elders' Hall.
It's obvious to anyone with a brain that someone of that caliber personally visiting a declining little family is up to no good.
"What did he say?"
"The Spirit Hall values the talents of the world. Having heard that the Yang family has produced a genius, they have come to invite him to join the Spirit Hall's training program."
Yang Wudi sneered, "That sounds nice. What training sequence? It's nothing more than taking you away and turning you into a member of the Spirit Hall. If you don't comply..."
He didn't continue.
But Yang Hui already understood.
In his previous life, he had read too many historical materials about Douluo Continent. The Spirit Hall had only one attitude towards geniuses who refused to submit—to stifle them.
If it cannot be used by me, it cannot be used by others.
Why did the Clear Sky Sect close its gates back then? Why did the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan gradually decline? Why has the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School always been evasive and hypocritical towards the Spirit Hall?
It's all because the shadow of that behemoth has always loomed over the entire continent.
"I refused," Yang Wudi said calmly.
Yang Hui raised his head.
"I said that the descendants of the Yang family do not join any faction, but only cultivate at home."
Yang Wudi's lips curled into a cold, hard smile. "The Platinum Bishop didn't say anything, he just left with a smile. But three days ago, your second uncle sent a message..."
His voice finally became slightly hoarse.
"He was attacked in the Soul Hunting Forest by three Soul Masters and one Soul King. Your second uncle fought desperately to break through the encirclement, losing an arm in the process to escape back."
The air inside the wooden house seemed to freeze.
Yang Hui felt his blood getting colder and colder.
Second Uncle Yang Yunlie.
He took care of himself from a young age, and his second uncle took care of all his needs, including food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.
On the day of the awakening ceremony, his second uncle personally tested his soul power.
"Second Uncle... how is he now?"
"His life has been saved. But his arm... can't be reattached."
Yang Wudi's voice was like sand rubbing together.
"The people who attacked him left no survivors, but your second uncle said that they were very coordinated and well-trained, unlike ordinary soul masters. Moreover, the soul skills they used were unique to the Spirit Hall, specifically the restraining techniques."
He paused.
"That's a secret soul skill of the Spirit Hall called 'Holy Light Shackles,' which is specifically used to apprehend wanted criminals. Outsiders may not know it, but I fought against people from the Spirit Hall back then and I recognize that soul skill."
Yang Hui closed his eyes.
He finally understood; all the clues matched up.
The Spirit Hall learned that the Yang family, known for their Soul-Breaking Spear, had produced a genius with innate full soul power, and sent someone to "invite" him.
After being rejected, they began to target the Yang family.
They didn't attack directly, because that would be too unseemly and would alert other families.
They used a dull knife to cut the meat.
Today we'll cut off an arm of the Yang family, tomorrow we'll cut off a leg, forcing you to hand over your genius.
What if they still don't pay?
That's not something that can be solved with just one arm or one leg.
"Is this all I'm going to be?"
Yang Hui asked himself this question.
That's why Yang Wudi in his previous life became that paranoid and insane old man.
His son died, his grandson died, and he was left all alone in the entire family.
He poured all his hatred into the Soul-Breaking Spear, tempering its blade with hatred and replacing reason with madness.
That was created by the Spirit Hall through sheer evil.
"grandfather."
Yang Hui nodded. "I understand. Let's go now."
Yang Wudi looked at his grandson.
On that young face, there was no fear, no anger, only a calm coldness completely out of place for someone of that age.
He seemed to see the coldness in his eyes when he learned of his son's death years ago.
"Hui'er".
Yang Wudi squatted down, placed his hands on Yang Hui's shoulders, and looked at him at eye level. "Grandpa has a question for you, and you must answer it truthfully."
"Please ask."
"To lower or not to lower?"
drop?
Or not lower it?
Yang Hui looked into his grandfather's eyes.
In those cloudy yet still sharp eyes, there was suppressed anger, and something he had never seen before.
hesitate.
The Soul Douluo-level powerhouse, the patriarch of the Soul Breaking Spear clan, an old man who dared to refuse even the Spirit Hall to his face, was now asking his grandson whether to surrender or not.
He suddenly understood.
Grandpa wasn't asking for his opinion; he was testing his resolve.
If he says "surrender," his grandfather will send him to the Spirit Hall without hesitation and then bear all the consequences alone.
If he says "I won't surrender," Grandpa will do everything in his power to pave a way for his survival.
Regardless of the choice, Grandpa placed himself in a position where he could be sacrificed.
Yang Hui did not answer directly.
He countered, "Grandpa, do you think the Spirit Hall will let the Yang family off the hook just because I joined?"
Yang Wudi fell silent.
They both knew the answer.
The Spirit Hall doesn't want Yang Hui.
The Spirit Hall wants the complete annihilation of the Soul-Breaking Spear clan.
A genius with innate full soul power only accelerated the process, not changed the outcome.
Yang Hui joining the Spirit Hall only allowed the Yang family to prolong its existence for a few more years.
Years later, when Yang Hui is completely "holy-lighted", the Yang family will still be "accidentally" destroyed.
In my previous life on the Douluo Continent, this kind of thing had happened far too many times.
"No reduction," Yang Hui said.
Two words, as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold!
Yang Wudi looked at his grandson for a long time before finally saying, "Alright."
He raised his head, the hesitation in his eyes completely gone, replaced by a burning determination.
"You asked me before why the Yang family, despite having a Soul Douluo in charge, remains in a remote corner, neither joining any other faction nor expanding its territory."
"Because the Yang family doesn't not want to, they simply can't."
"Twelve years ago, twenty-seven members of the Soul Clan of my family died at the hands of the Spirit Hall."
Yang Wudi's voice was calm, but his memory was incredibly clear.
"Your father, Yang Yuntian, was a Soul Emperor. Six years ago, on the night you turned one year old, he encountered the Spirit Hall on his way back to his family. Three Soul Emperors and one Soul Saint surrounded and killed him. When he was brought back, all his bones were shattered, and he was barely clinging to life with his soul power. He only managed to utter two words... revenge."
Upon hearing this, Yang Hui clenched his fists tightly.
"So I moved here with the rest of the Yang family. If you had told me you were surrendering just now, I would have killed you without hesitation."
Yang Wudi looked at Yang Hui with satisfaction.
"Fortunately, my grandson isn't that kind of good-for-nothing."
A proud smile curved Yang Wudi's lips.
"So what if it's the Spirit Hall? Those skilled with spears will never give up and will never regret dying!"
From beginning to end, the backbone of my Yang family has been like this spear in my hand—unyielding and unbreakable!