Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Just then, Bai Chenxiang stood up at the opportune moment, took out the pair of wind-feather daggers from his bosom, and handed them to Bai He:

"Grandpa, take a look at this."

"The soul tool that Brother Lin gifted me can greatly compensate for the lack of offensive power in our Agile Clan. This is the sincerity of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

Bai He took the Wind Feather Dagger, which felt slightly cool to the touch. After examining it carefully, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He had thought it was some earth-shattering treasure, but it turned out to be just a pair of ordinary short thorns.

He had commissioned the Power Clan to forge many similar weapons in the past, but ordinary weapons were utterly ineffective against the Soul Master's Soul Power defense and formidable physique.

Even if he, a Soul Douluo, used it, it would be difficult to pose a threat to a defensive Soul Master who is one or two levels lower.

"Xiangxiang, this is just an ordinary weapon, how could you..."

Before Bai He could finish speaking, Bai Chenxiang interrupted him.

"Grandpa, you'll see once you try it. This isn't an ordinary weapon; it's a soul-guided device!"

Bai He was skeptical, but channeled his soul power into the Wind Feather Thorn.

In an instant, the short spikes emitted a shimmering white glow, the patterns on the blade lit up, and a sharp, piercing aura swept over, as if the surrounding air itself were being sliced ​​apart.

He was startled and quickly went into the courtyard, his gaze falling on a blue stone the size of a millstone.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Divine Speed!"

With a soft cry, the white crane's figure suddenly transformed into a blur, its speed increasing threefold, and it instantly appeared in front of the bluestone.

With a whooshing sound, the Wind Feather Dagger in his hand pierced the air and stabbed fiercely at the blue stone.

With a soft "whoosh," the Wind Feather Thorn easily pierced through the hard bluestone, penetrating most of it, showcasing its armor-piercing effect to the fullest.

The white crane was shocked. It pulled out the Wind Feather Thorn and tried to activate the explosion effect again.

With the infusion of soul power, the Wind Feather Dagger burst forth with a dazzling blue light.

He suddenly slashed out with the short dagger, and a sharp burst of energy shot out.

"boom!"

With a loud crash, the bluestone was split in two, the cut surface smooth and clean, and fragments flew everywhere.

"This...this power!"

The white crane stared in disbelief, the wind-feather dagger in its hand feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He never expected that these seemingly insignificant short spikes would possess such terrifying offensive power.

Combined with his speed, he could pose a threat even to Soul Saint level experts.

It should be noted that although he was a Soul Douluo before, he could only flee in defeat when he encountered other powerful offensive or defensive Soul Saints.

It is a disgrace to Contra.

But now, with the help of this weapon, it seems there is a possibility of a counterattack.

Lin Yao slowly walked out of the living room and said with a smile, "Senior Bai, this Wind Feather Thorn is only a level four soul tool, which is only suitable for use by those at the Soul Master level."

In the future, our sect will also produce fifth-tier or even higher soul tools, corresponding to the Soul King level and above.

When the conditions are right, a custom-made eighth-tier soul tool will be available, potentially allowing you to reach the level of a Title Douluo.

"An eighth-tier soul tool? Title Douluo-level combat power."

The white crane's breath hitched, its eyes filled with longing.

If he could truly possess such a treasure, this pure agility-type Soul Douluo would indeed be able to rival ordinary Title Douluos.

Yang Wudi also stepped forward and picked up the Wind Feather Dagger for a careful examination.

Sensing the intricate structure and soul power fluctuations contained within, the solemnity on his face gradually faded, replaced by a hint of amazement:

"Such an ingenious design contains profound knowledge far beyond ordinary forging techniques. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is indeed extraordinary."

His prejudices gradually began to waver.

The Haotian Sect abandoned them back then because they were selfish and only cared about their own safety, while the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect took the initiative to lend a helping hand.

Not only are they willing to provide shelter, but they are also able to offer such a precious soul tool to solve the century-old problem of the Min clan.

This sincerity is by no means fake.

Yang Wudi looked at Bai He, his tone solemn:

"Old White Bird, you can't be confused! The Haotian Sect wronged us back then, but the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is different; they genuinely want to help you."

The Min clan is now in a difficult situation, with the Spirit Hall eyeing them covetously and the Wind Sword Sect and other spirit master forces repeatedly provoking them.

Only by joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School can one completely escape this predicament.

I cannot let your personal prejudice cause you to miss this golden opportunity for our community to rise up.

He paused, then continued:

"I know you are worried about repeating the same mistakes, but Lin Xiaoyou's talent and courage are far beyond what those short-sighted people in the Haotian Sect can compare to."

Moreover, given the current strength of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, there is no need for them to scheme against impoverished families like ours. What they need is for us to join them and fill some of their weaknesses.

What we need is their shelter and resources; this would be a win-win situation.

Looking at the Wind Feather Thorn in his hand and then at Bai Chenxiang beside him who was full of anticipation, Bai He's worries finally vanished.

The promising future of soul tools demonstrated by Lin Yao, along with the sincerity of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, made him finally make up his mind.

Turning around, he bowed deeply to Lin Yao and Ning Rongrong, his tone firm:

"Young friend Lin, Young Sect Master Ning, on behalf of the Min clan, I am willing to lead the entire clan to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

From this day forward, the Min clan is willing to serve the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School with utmost loyalty and devotion!

Lin Yao quickly stepped forward to help Bai He up, a relieved smile on his face:

"Senior Bai, there's no need for such formalities. From now on, we are family."

I assure you, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will never mistreat the Min Clan and will certainly help you regain your former glory!

Ning Rongrong also said with a smile:

"Senior Bai, rest assured, the sect will provide the Min clan with ample resources so that the clan members can cultivate with peace of mind."

We will also arrange as soon as possible to create suitable soul tools for everyone to enhance their strength.

Upon hearing this, Bai He's eyes were filled with gratitude, and she had great faith in the promise made by Lin Yao, this peerless genius.

Yang Wudi also revealed a long-lost smile, patting Baihe on the shoulder: "Old White Bird, congratulations to you, and congratulations to the Min clan as well."

……

The aroma of sandalwood incense rose gently from the council hall, swirling around the glass lamps hanging between the beams and pillars, reflecting a warm and solemn glow. Lin Yao sat upright to the side of the main seat, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his gaze calmly fixed on the Min Clan members below, whose expressions were complex. He lightly tapped the table with his fingertips, his voice clear yet carrying an undeniable certainty: "Gentlemen, you have come from afar. The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is willing to treat you with sincerity. The Min Clan, now under our sect's command, will retain its family traditions and the right to make internal decisions; the sect will never interfere."

Bai He stood before his clansmen, his silver hair shimmering in the light. A hint of caution flickered in his weathered eyes, and his fingertips unconsciously caressed the soul tool at his waist. Seeing this, Lin Yao continued, "The sect's protection is not just empty talk. From today onward, disciples of the Min clan can share the sect's cultivation resources, participate in the Soul Master Exchange Conference, and clan members can also enter the sect's affiliated academy for further study. In return, they only need to assist the sect with light tasks such as reconnaissance and message relay when needed; we will never force anyone to do anything beyond their capabilities."

As soon as the words fell, some members of the Min clan couldn't help but whisper among themselves, their expressions full of anticipation. Bai He frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the expectant faces of his clansmen beside him, his heart already wavering somewhat. Lin Yao seemed to see through his concerns, changing the subject and becoming even more earnest: "I know the Min clan has always been proud and unwilling to be subservient to others. But what the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School seeks is mutual benefit, not control. I have already ordered the establishment of the Min Hall on the west side of the sect, with all positions within the hall held by members of the Min clan. Senior Bai He, with his Soul Douluo-level strength, is undoubtedly the deserving Vice Hall Master of the Min Hall, second only to the Hall Master. I wonder what Senior thinks?"

"Deputy Hall Master?" Bai He looked up abruptly, his eyes flashing with disbelief. He had thought that after joining a major sect, he would at most be just an ordinary elder, but he never expected Lin Yao to bestow such high honors upon him. He subconsciously clenched his fist, his knuckles turning slightly white. Feeling this heavy weight of importance, the last trace of hesitation in his heart vanished. He took a deep breath, bowed deeply, and said with undisguised excitement, "Sect Master Lin's kindness is deeply appreciated! The Min Clan is willing to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and from this day forward, we will share the sect's glory and disgrace!"

A suppressed cheer erupted in the council hall, and the faces of the Min clan members were filled with relief and joy. Lin Yao stood up and helped Bai He up, a gentle smile on his face: "Senior, there's no need for such formalities. From now on, we're all family." His gaze swept across the crowd and met Ning Rongrong's approving eyes. The latter secretly gave him a thumbs up, her eyes full of admiration.

Standing to the side, Ma Hongjun crossed his arms, a wide grin spreading across his face, revealing two rows of neat teeth. His gaze unconsciously drifted to the slender girl in the Min Clan's group—Bai Chenxiang. Along the way, the two had often chatted, and Bai Chenxiang's lively, cheerful, and intelligent nature had already quietly taken root in Ma Hongjun's heart. Now that the Min Clan had joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, meaning they would be able to spend every day together, his budding feelings grew stronger. He couldn't help but scratch his head, thinking to himself, "Brother Lin Yao is right. As long as I cultivate diligently and show my skills, I'll definitely impress Miss Chenxiang!" Thinking this, he puffed out his chest slightly, a newfound determination in his eyes.

Just as the atmosphere was harmonious, Yang Wudi quietly turned around in the corner, preparing to leave. He was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, with a burly build, a resolute face, and a hint of aloofness between his brows. Seeing that his good brother Bai He was already settled, he felt that he had no more ties here. The Po clan had always been solitary, and he had no intention of relying on any power.

"Invincible, wait!" Bai He reacted swiftly, stepping forward to stop him, her voice urgent, "Where are you going?"

Yang Wudi stopped and turned to look at him, his voice low and hoarse: "Now that you have found your home, I will return to the Po Clan."

"Go back?" Bai He frowned, his tone tinged with reproach. "The Spirit Hall is powerful now, suppressing dissidents everywhere, and all the major forces are secretly expanding. Do you think the Po Clan, in its current state, can remain unscathed?" He patted Yang Wudi's shoulder, his expression grave. "Although the Po Clan is strong, its members are few and its foundation weak. Like a candle in the dark, it's easily targeted. The Spirit Hall has long harbored the ambition to annex all the major inherited families. If you go back alone, it's like a lamb entering a tiger's den!"

Yang Wudi remained silent, his brows furrowed deeply. He had considered what Bai He said, but the hurdle in his heart remained insurmountable. Bai Chenxiang also stepped forward and softly advised, "Grandpa Yang, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School truly cares for us. Sect Master Lin is young and promising, and the sect's strength is formidable, with four Title Douluos guarding it. Even the Spirit Hall can't do anything about it. If you stay, not only will the Breaking Clan be protected, but you can also look after Grandpa. Why not?"

Yang Wudi's gaze fell on Lin Yao, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He had to admit that Lin Yao's talent was truly astonishing; such strength and spirit at such a young age were rare indeed. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, under Ning Fengzhi's management, had a far-reaching reputation and was known for its benevolence and righteousness, far surpassing those arrogant and haughty major sects. However, the betrayal of the Clear Sky Sect years ago was like a thorn deeply embedded in his heart, making him more wary and distant towards all major sects. He gripped the Soul-Breaking Spear tightly, the shaft trembling slightly, as if echoing its master's inner voice: "The Soul-Breaking Spear of my Breaking Clan has always been fearless, preferring to shatter like jade rather than survive like a broken tile. Subservience to others is not my wish."

Lin Yao watched this scene quietly, sighing inwardly. He had long understood Yang Wudi's pride and concerns. To rival a Title Douluo with the strength of a Soul Douluo—such talent and composure were truly admirable. He slowly stepped forward, looking directly at Yang Wudi, his tone calm yet brimming with confidence: "Senior Yang, I understand your concerns. How about we make a bet?"

Yang Wudi raised his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them: "A bet?"

"Indeed." Lin Yao nodded. "I will fight you with only the strength of a Soul Douluo. If you can defeat me, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is willing to give you five million gold soul coins, which is enough to support the future development of the Broken Clan. If I am lucky enough to win, I hope that you will put aside your prejudices and seriously consider joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"Five million gold soul coins?" A flicker of emotion crossed Yang Wudi's eyes. The Breaking Clan was in dire need of funds, their decline exacerbated by the fact that Lin Yao dared to challenge him with the strength of a Soul Douluo. This confidence fueled Yang Wudi's competitive spirit. He grinned, revealing an arrogant expression: "Fine! I'll fight you! If you truly possess such strength, I, Yang Wudi, have nothing to say!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the crowd escorted the two to the training ground outside the council hall. The training ground was paved with hard black patterned stone, and the surrounding area was engraved with defensive soul arrays, enough to withstand the impact of a battle at the Soul Douluo level. Ning Rongrong, Bai He, Ma Hongjun, and the others stepped aside, watching the arena with tense expressions.

Yang Wudi's figure blurred, and his soul power suddenly erupted. Pale golden soul rings rose from his feet—two yellow, two purple, and four black—eight rings swirling in sequence, radiating a powerful aura. The Soul-Breaking Spear in his hand suddenly glowed, its blade covered in ferocious patterns, emanating a sharp killing intent. This was his weapon spirit, the Soul-Breaking Spear. "Level 82 Power Attack Type Battle Soul Douluo, Yang Wudi, please enlighten me!"