Douluo: From Rusted Spear to Emperor-Slaying Spear

Chapter 167 Gathering of the Four Clans, the Down-on-their-luck Bai Family
After Bibi Dong learned of the killing of the 10-year-old Soft Bone Rabbit, most of the Soul Masters in the Martial Soul Branch Halls, Sub-Halls, Holy Halls, and Main Halls throughout the continent were ordered to carefully investigate every passerby.
Although a 10-year-old soul bone becomes even harder to detect after being absorbed than a 10-year-old soul ring, the Spirit Hall, with its millennia-long heritage, still possesses some methods to roughly identify a 10-year-old soul bone.

As long as that nameless soul master dares to use their soul bone skills, they can judge based on the effects those skills exhibit.
The soul bones produced by a 10-year-old soul beast possess incredibly powerful soul skills, capable of enabling a soul master to defeat an enemy of a higher level.

While the Five Soul Hall's Soul Masters were conducting a secret investigation across the entire continent, Ji Wuming also returned to the Broken Clan.
"Alliance Leader, you've finally returned. If you hadn't come back, Brother Dugu and I would have gone south to find you."

"Old Yang, I'm very resilient. As long as no Title Douluo appears, I'm not in any danger."

Ji Wuming looked at Yang Wudi, who was full of worry, and said,
"By the way, I heard a few days ago that your four single-attribute clans are going to hold a gathering in the next few days, and I plan to go."

"Alliance Leader, have you thought this through? The Old Rhino clan can be said to be the most ingenious architects on the entire continent, and their Plate Armored Giant Rhino Martial Soul has extremely high defensive power, comparable to the Diamond Mammoth Martial Soul."

"If we can win them over and bring them into our sect, then both the sect's basic defenses and its martial spirit defenses will be greatly improved in the future."

During the Soul Master Competition, Yang Wudi and Ji Wuming discussed this idea. Their Po Clan was proficient in alchemy, and the future economy of their sect would depend on them. However, the Po Clan did not know how to set up sect defenses, and if the sect wanted to continue to develop, it would need more Soul Masters to join.
The conditions for the Yu clan are very favorable, and the Yu and Po families are very familiar with each other, so it would be relatively easy to win them over.

The Power Clan had already developed a rift with the Destruction Clan because of Tang San, so Yang Wudi was too lazy to try and win them over. As for the Agility Clan, which had little offensive power but was extremely fast...
Yang Wudi still had some ideas.

Ji Wuming didn't have any particular thoughts about Yang Wudi's suggestion, because it was something they had already discussed beforehand.
"Alright, you can handle all of this. However, I need to bring my grandfather with me to the gathering, just in case someone tries to cause trouble."

Yang Wudi nodded silently at Ji Wuming's suggestion. He had no objection. These were turbulent times, and Tang Hao had previously attempted to kill them to cover it up. If they weren't careful in such a crowded place, and something happened to the alliance leader, it would be disastrous.

Soon, it was time for the gathering of the four clans. This time, the Min clan was hosting the gathering, and everyone gathered in Hummingbird City, located at the border between the Western Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire.

An elderly man with a hunched back stood outside the Min family mansion, anxiously awaiting the arrival of his guests.
"They're here. The old gorilla from the Power Clan is here."

The white crane watched the carriage approaching from afar with great excitement. Before the carriage had even come to a complete stop, it flew directly to the front of the carriage at its speed.
"Old gorilla, the patriarchs of our four single-attribute clans only meet once every four years. Since we've gathered for these past few days, the four of us must drink until we drop."

"Old White Bird, you're still as hospitable as ever, so I won't stand on ceremony."

Titan was equally pleased to see the white crane, but a pang of pity stirred within him for his old friend. Since their separation from the Clear Sky Sect, the Min clan had become the weakest of the four single-attribute clans.

Because the Swift-tailed Martial Soul of the Min Clan has little offensive power, it is impossible for them to join a Soul Hunting Team or participate in Soul Battles in the Soul Arena to earn income.
Even now, Bai He still has to borrow money from other families and sects to make ends meet. If it weren't for the fact that the Li Clan and the Yu and Po Clans openly and secretly supported the Min Clan through clan gatherings, they would have been completely swallowed up by other sects long ago due to lack of money.

Looking at the excited white crane, Titan couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Alas, this old brother knows his family is short of money, but he still has a very strong sense of pride, especially in front of these three brothers. We can only wait until the gathering is nearing its end before we can think of a way to send some money to the Min family!"

Then Titan patted Talon on the back.

"Hurry up and greet your Grandpa White Crane." "Grandpa, I'm all grown up now, don't pat me like a child,"

Talon was somewhat displeased with Titan's behavior, and he immediately bowed to the white crane.

"Hello, Grandpa White Crane."

"Good, very good. I didn't expect you to have grown so much."

As they chatted idly, they walked toward the interior of the mansion.

At this moment, three women dressed in white and purple, especially one of them, a pretty young woman with striking good looks, were lingering in front of several jars of 30-year-old Purple Bamboo Fine Wine in a wine shop.

“Miss of the Min family, these 13 jars of wine are the finest Purple Bamboo Brew. You’ve been considering for 30 minutes now. Are you going to buy them or not? If not, then leave now and don’t block my business.”

The shop owner looked impatiently at the white agarwood in front of him. This member of the Min family was always very stingy. He should not buy a jar of Purple Bamboo Wine worth a hundred gold pieces. He always stood in front of the Purple Bamboo Wine and did not leave. Other people who came to buy wine would think that the Purple Bamboo Wine had been ordered by someone long ago.

In short, whenever the Min family comes to purchase goods, the daily turnover of the merchants whose goods are purchased will inevitably plummet by about 30%.

"I...I'll take another look..."

"Boss, is it really impossible to reduce the price any further?"

Bai Chenxiang said somewhat awkwardly.

"100 gold coins per jar is already the cost price. If Elder Baihe wants to drink it, you can still buy a jar of wine."

These words were not meant to show the boss a disdain for the Min clan, but rather because the Min clan's usual practices made it impossible for him to treat them kindly.

"If all else fails, you can buy some cheap alcoholic beverages there, such as sorghum liquor and wheat liquor, which only cost one silver soul coin per pound."

Bai Chenxiang was very clear about the price of alcohol. Usually, for clan gatherings and birthday celebrations, they would buy inexpensive alcoholic beverages like sorghum and wheat wine. But this time, it was a four-clan gathering hosted by their Min clan.
If even the most basic drinks are so meager, how can his grandfather possibly save face in front of his other three grandfathers?

"Boss, do you have any other wines in your shop that taste similar to Zizhu Wine but are more affordable?"

"Um, Miss Bai, all the alcoholic beverages sold in our store are brewed through legitimate channels. There is absolutely no such thing as a high-quality fake alcohol like you described."

(End of this chapter)