Chapter 185: Title and Coronation - 2

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"I've encountered the same issue. I say we—the Four Single-Attribute Clans—should unite and form our own sect. Each of our clans has obvious strengths and weaknesses, but only by standing together can we remain fearless against external threats. We don't have to participate in the Spirit Hall's reselection of the Seven Great Sects. Instead, we can simply focus on protecting our own territory and securing our way of life." 

Hearing this, Bai He felt a deep sense of temptation. His Min Clan had unparalleled speed, but they severely lacked both offensive and defensive capabilities, making them the weakest in terms of self-preservation. If the four clans united, it would undoubtedly be beneficial for them. 

Thus, Bai He nodded in agreement. 

"The Min Clan has no objections. However, relocating an entire clan is no small matter. If we truly decide to merge, we'll need to carefully consider the location of our new sect, the costs of migration, and all the necessary logistics." 

As Niu Gao, Bai He, and Yang Wudi engaged in an animated discussion, the leader of the Li Clan, Titan, sat absentmindedly, his gaze dull, his expression weary, as if his mind was elsewhere. He forced a hollow smile and said: 

"You all go ahead and decide. The Li Clan has no objections." 

Seeing his demeanor, Niu Gao, Bai He, and Yang Wudi immediately understood what was on his mind. A trace of sympathy flashed across their faces. Yang Wudi patted Titan on the shoulder and sighed. 

"There's nothing I can do about your nephew's condition. The poison has deeply corroded his body, especially his nervous system, which is why he remains unconscious. Only an immortal treasure might stimulate him enough to wake up. As for ordinary medicinal herbs, the best they can do is barely keep him alive—already a small mercy amidst his misfortune." 

"I may not be able to save a life, but taking one? That, I excel at. That Tang San—the little bastard responsible for your nephew's suffering—if you give the word, we'll track him down and carve him into pieces." 

"As for that dog Tang Hao, his corpse is still hanging from the gates of the Spirit Hall. Tang San has no one left to protect him. Where can he possibly run?" 

Hearing this, Titan's face contorted with pain, and a murderous glint filled his eyes. Had his son simply died, he would have grieved. But this… trapped in a half-dead state for seven years, soaking in medicinal baths day after day, was worse than death. Every single day, Titan lived in agony, helpless as his son lingered between life and death. 

Gritting his teeth, his expression twisted, Titan growled: 

"Right now, you all have your own troubles. I won't burden you further. If I ever cross paths with Tang San, I'll personally send him to hell. My son has spent seven years in a living nightmare—someone has to pay for that." 

"If possible, I just want him to wake up. Even if he ends up crippled, it's still better than being a living corpse trapped in a medicine vat." 

Niu Gao and Bai He could only sigh. They had long known about Tai Nuo's condition—neither truly alive nor dead, hanging on by a thread inside that medicinal vat. And for seven long years, Titan and Tai Long, grandfather and grandson, had endured 2,500 endless days of waiting, yet Tai Nuo showed no signs of waking. 

A thought flickered in Yang Wudi's mind. If Bai He hadn't sold that Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, it might have been able to revive Tai Nuo. But now, the ginseng had likely been consumed. 

Still… if even just two or three remaining roots of it existed, there might still be a glimmer of hope. 

Then Yang Wudi said in a deep voice: 

"There's one more person who might be able to wake up your nephew—Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo. I can't be certain, but if you're willing to take a gamble, you might want to give it a try." 

Titan's expression shifted. His son, in such a state, had nothing to lose. He would risk everything just to have his son wake up. Without hesitation, he nodded and spoke in a low voice: 

"I'll give it a try. I'll see if I can track down Poison Douluo's whereabouts." 

The four of them continued their discussion on uniting the Four Single-Attribute Clans to form a new sect. However, they quickly ran into some major obstacles. 

Who would be the Sect Master? 

Each of them had their own unique skills. Although they were old friends, there was a clear division in their areas of expertise. None of them were willing to back down. It would either be a shared leadership, or no one would take the position at all. 

Where should the sect be located? 

The Li Clan was in Heaven Dou, while the Yu Clan, Po Clan, and Min Clan were spread across different regions of the Star Luo Empire. If they were to form a new sect, where should it be established? 

Sect structure, economic sources, power distribution… 

There was much more to discuss. 

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Outside Spirit Hall in Spirit City! 

Wang Li and Dugu Yan stood before the headless corpse hanging from the city gates. Wang Li immediately recognized who it belonged to. 

Dugu Yan, visibly displeased, said: 

"You're the one who severely wounded Tang Hao, and yet Spirit Hall got to take advantage of it." 

Wang Li chuckled helplessly: 

"I meant to play with him like a cat with a mouse, but Spirit Hall was faster than I expected. It's no big deal. I may not have been able to kill Clear Sky Douluo, but I'm about to take away his glory of being the fastest to break through to Titled Douluo. It's a shame he won't get to see it." 

With that, the two of them entered the city. Spirit City didn't restrict outsiders from entering, as many soul masters came there daily, almost as a pilgrimage. 

However, to enter the Spirit Hall, one had to have their identity and purpose verified, ensure they posed no threat, and be escorted inside. 

Wang Li and Dugu Yan didn't rush to enter the Spirit Hall. Instead, they leisurely sampled the local delicacies. Only after they had eaten their fill did they finally set their sights on the task at hand— 

Titled Douluo, the Coronation! 

(End of Chapter)