Douluo: From Rusted Spear to Emperor-Slaying Spear

Chapter 35: I want the Yang family spear technique, so I won’t see you off.

Ji Wuming looked at the young man from the Poyi clan with great sympathy.
"Ah! That's quite a reason."

Whether it is the Tiandou Empire or the Xingluo Empire, the laws they proposed so far are all aimed at civilians and some low-level spirit masters, while powerful spirit masters are often not bound by the laws of the two empires.
The Spirit Hall did a very good job in this matter. It punished those spirit masters who had acquired powerful strength but abused it wantonly, which is what people often call the Fallen Spirit Masters. This can be considered a good achievement.

However, even the Spirit Hall, after thousands of years of development from a loose alliance to its current state, has become as corrupt as the two great empires, with the exception of the Angel God's inheritance.
Even if the lower-level stewards of the Spirit Hall worked diligently, they could not save the Spirit Hall from collapse.

"Brother, I see you're not from Tianxing City. What's the matter with you coming here? Would you like to buy some medicinal pills from my Poyi clan?"

At this moment, the man quickly adjusted his mood, took out several bottles and jars, and introduced them to Ji Wuming.

"These are insect repellent pills, disinfectants, and soul-restoring pills that can restore a small amount of soul power..."

Ji Wuming shook his head and refused, then turned to look at the man and said,

"I want to buy some antidotes that can cure the poison of Soul Saint or Soul Douluo. I wonder if the Po Yi clan has such antidote pills?"

"There are some!"

The man's expression changed instantly, and he looked at Ji Wuming politely, like a small vendor trying to sell something. He continued, "But I don't have this type of detoxification pill here. You have to ask the clan leader to make it, and the price..."

"As long as your Poyi clan has this kind of elixir, the price can be negotiated."

Ji Wuming was secretly glad in his heart. He didn't expect that he could enter the Poyi clan's mansion so easily. It turned out that money can make the world go round, not to mention that the Poyi clan was now being deliberately targeted and economically blockaded.

"Then follow me to the clan's territory. I wonder how much you plan to buy?"

"it is good!"

Ji Wuming looked at the man leading the way, then raised a finger.
"Is 1 gold coins enough? If not, I can add more."

The man was extremely ecstatic at the moment, and all the troubles caused by the Spirit Hall deliberately picking on him disappeared.

Huh! Ten thousand gold soul coins, that's equivalent to their income from selling medicine for almost half a year. This person can come up with so much money at once, he must be a purchasing agent for a certain family.

The man gave a few words to the tribesmen beside him, and then introduced Ji Wuming,
"My name is Yang Yong. What's your name, sir?"

"My name is Ji Wuming."

"Ji Wuming is a good name, it's nice to have the surname Ji!"

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The Po Yi clan's residence was not too far away, and they soon arrived at the gate of the Po Yi clan. Although the entire residence was not as grand as the Hanhai Academy, nor as heavy as some sects,

When they just entered the front yard, a strong soul pressure came over them. It was different from the domineering soul pressure, but it was a deterrent brought by temperament.

"Who is it, who is willing to pay 1 gold soul coins to buy the detoxification pill?"

A two-meter-tall man with a scar on his chest came towards them in high spirits. This man was none other than Yang Wudi, who had devoted himself to studying medicine to the point of near madness.

"Clan leader, this is Brother Ji Wuming." Upon hearing this, Yang Wudi looked down at Ji Wuming below and studied him carefully.
"Ji Wuming, is there a famous soul master named Ji in the soul master world? How strange! He's not that old, but he's already a soul master above level 33."

"Ah! Soul Master?"

Yang Yong on the side looked at Yang Wudi, then at Ji Wuming, his eyes full of shock. He looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he actually had the strength of a Soul Master above level 33. No wonder he couldn't tell his soul power level and thought he was just an ordinary child of a force?

"Excuse me, what level are you now, little brother?"

Ji Wuming looked at the extremely curious Yang Wudi and replied without any hesitation: "Barely level 35!"

Yang Wudi turned his head to look at Yang Yong, the most talented of the younger generation in his family.

"Yong'er, look at you. You're only level 17 at the age of 34. Look at others who are only 15 and already level 35. You need to work harder. If I die in the future, you will be able to take on the responsibility of being the clan leader."

"Chief, I will definitely work hard!"

Yang Yong's eyes were extremely determined, but his heart was like a deflated ball. No matter how hard he tried to inflate it, it just wouldn't fill up. It wasn't that he didn't work hard, but the situation in his clan really didn't allow him to practice in peace.
The tribe's finances have been in deficit for many years. Although the deficit is not too big, there are still times when the income is not enough to cover the expenses, and the tribe can barely maintain its life. If the patriarch did not develop new drugs, their lives might be much better.

"Yong'er, as long as you have the heart."

Yang Wudi invited Ji Wuming into the hall and sat down slowly.

"Ji boy, Yong'er has explained to you in detail before. If I want to refine the pills you mentioned, your ten thousand gold soul coins can buy about 100 pills, but my clan does not have enough corresponding medicinal materials! I can only refine ten pills, and it will take at most three days."

"No problem, ten is ten. As for the remaining money, it will be considered as my donation to the Poyi clan."

"what?"

Yang Wudi looked at Ji Wuming unhappily. He was reluctant to accept other people's financial support, lest he be called a waste by other families.
"Although my Poyi clan is poor, we never take money from others, especially from other clans! Ten pills only cost 1 gold coins, and you can take the rest back!"

Ji Wuming saw that Yang Wudi was just as proud as he remembered him, and he admired him sincerely, so he directly told him the real purpose of coming to the Poyi Clan.

"This money doesn't count as aid to your Poyi clan. I came here for another purpose. I have always loved rare flowers and herbs. The Poyi clan is good at medicine, so their knowledge of rare flowers and herbs must be far superior to that of the outside world."

"Besides that, I have another unkind favor. I hope to discuss some spear techniques with the Poyi Clan."

"what?"

At this moment, Yang Wudi no longer had the same friendly expression as before, and looked at Ji Wuming with full vigilance. The former had absolutely no problem learning about plants and trees.

In his opinion, the latter's discussion of spearmanship was no different from stealing his own Yang family's spearmanship, except that the act of discussing spearmanship was indeed quite clever.

"We, the Poyi Clan, agree to give you the elixirs and illustrated guides of various flowers and herbs you requested. But if you insist on spearmanship, the gate is over there. Bye!"

Ji Wuming saw that Yang Wudi was already angry, and he also understood his concerns very well. The spearmanship of their Poyi clan was created through the efforts of several generations of clansmen, and it was a systematic spearmanship.
If it is passed on to outsiders, it is very likely that outsiders will find the flaws in the attack of the Poyi clan. Even if outsiders master certain coping skills, they can kill the Yang family members instantly.

(End of this chapter)