Chapter 36: The Arrival of the Poison Douluo

After several days of silence, Yun Yibai and the others finally took their next step.

"Let them... come in," Yang Wudi said after a moment of silence. If these people didn't have Dugu Bo backing them, he would've rejected them outright and without hesitation.

Once the Yang family disciple went out to bring them in, Yang Wudi's fist clenched unconsciously.

"It's still because I'm not strong enough!" he thought bitterly.

Before long, Yun Yibai and his two companions were ushered into the Yang family estate.

As they passed the Yang family courtyard, Yun Yibai happened to glance at the training hall. The younger generation of the Yang family was diligently training there, their clothes soaked with sweat — yet their eyes burned with unwavering determination.

"No wonder the Yang family survived destruction," Yun Yibai silently praised.

"As long as even one strong person remains to protect the clan, any fallen family still has a chance to rise again."

Soon, led by the Yang family disciples, the three were brought into the Yang family's main reception hall. Once the formalities were taken care of, the servants quietly withdrew, leaving only Yun Yibai's group behind.

Moments later, a tall, imposing figure emerged from the back of the hall.

As Yang Wudi took his seat, Yun Yibai and the others immediately felt the aura of authority radiating from him — a pressure that demanded respect. Without a doubt, this was the head of the Yang family: Yang Wudi.

Though no words had yet been exchanged, Yang Wudi's sharp gaze swept over the three of them, assessing every detail.

The moment Oscar met Yang Wudi's eyes, his perception of the man immediately changed — towering and oppressive, looking down from above. That piercing gaze stung like a blade, and Oscar instinctively looked away first.

Yes, Yang Wudi had activated his spiritual power. As a rank 81 Spirit Douluo, he was naturally adept at wielding it. By channeling it into his gaze, he created an intimidation effect, almost like a spirit-based suppression skill meant to weaken his opponents.

Of course, this was both a test and a subtle show of dissatisfaction.

After all, Yang Wudi was no ordinary Spirit Master. He believed himself fully capable of going toe-to-toe with someone like Dugu Bo. Yet here he was, lowering himself to meet with a few juniors — and only because Dugu Bo had sent them. Understandably, he wasn't too thrilled about it.

Still, he didn't go overboard — just a bit of spiritual intimidation.

He fully expected them to lose composure under the pressure. But to his surprise, something unexpected happened.

Yun Yibai, though still inexperienced with spiritual power, clearly sensed the oppressive force. And yet — he stared right back, unflinching.

A flicker of surprise passed through Yang Wudi's eyes.

"Not your average brat," he thought.

After ten or so seconds, Yang Wudi finally withdrew his gaze.

Dugu Yan held on for a couple of seconds longer before her breath grew heavy. Unlike Oscar, who had immediately averted his eyes, she held on a little longer — thanks to Yun Yibai's presence giving her some extra confidence.

"Not bad," Yang Wudi finally said, uttering just two simple words.

Then his gaze shifted to Dugu Yan, and he seemed to notice something.

"Speak. What is it you've come for?" His voice was cold and emotionless.

After a slight pause, he added, "Or rather, what message does the person behind you want to deliver to me?"

Dugu Yan steadied herself. She hadn't expected Yun Yibai's prediction to come true so precisely.

"Clan Leader Yang," Yun Yibai spoke at last.

Yang Wudi's eyes locked onto him. Truth be told, he had already sensed Yun Yibai was the one in charge here.

"Since you've already guessed it, I won't waste time beating around the bush," Yun Yibai said.

"My master heard somewhere that the Yang clan is skilled in both medicine and poison. On a whim, he wanted to pay a visit to Clan Leader Yang and see for himself."

He said "pay a visit," but both sides knew exactly what that meant.

Dugu Yan watched Yun Yibai spout this nonsense with a straight face. Her expression didn't change, but inwardly, she was speechless.

"Why did I ever fall for him?"

She didn't know exactly why her grandfather had come here, but she knew one thing for sure — he wasn't the kind of person to act on a whim.

Meanwhile, Oscar sat silently, face turned away, sipping tea like a quail.

"Just my luck…"

"If I find out who fed Dugu Bo that false information, I'll gut them on the spot!" Yang Wudi cursed furiously in his heart.

Suddenly, Yun Yibai felt a chill run down his spine.

"You've said all that — but now it's time to tell me who the person behind you is."

Yun Yibai: "???"

Did I say that much?

"Fine…"

"This young lady beside me is named Dugu Yan."

The moment Yun Yibai spoke her name, Yang Wudi felt a weight lift from his chest. That mysterious figure was Dugu Bo.

"Very well. You can go back now."

"Tell that titled Douluo that the fallen Yang clan welcomes him with open arms," Yang Wudi said, dismissing them.

This wasn't something he could refuse — so the only option was to reluctantly accept.

Yun Yibai and the others took their leave.

The Next Day…

It was unusually quiet at dawn in the once-fallen Yang clan. The nearby residents found it odd. Normally, they could hear the clan's early-morning training from outside.

But today, just as Yang Wudi had said yesterday — the entire clan was preparing.

Standing in front of his house, Yang Wudi looked up at the rising sun.

Before he could think much more, his gaze sharpened — staring into the distance.

Far off, Dugu Bo was flying toward them, with Yun Yibai and the others following close behind.

Yang Wudi wasn't the only one who noticed. In the next moment, a few more figures appeared beside him — all high-ranking Spirit Saints of the Yang clan.

Thanks to Yun Yibai's visit the previous day, they didn't mistake this for an attack.

Within a few breaths, Dugu Bo appeared in mid-air, floating gracefully. Behind Yun Yibai and the others, two pairs of translucent green wings had spread out.

Yang Wudi's gaze lingered briefly on the wings—or rather, on the spirit power wings behind them. He knew they were some kind of spirit skill, but even he couldn't identify which one.

In the end, though, his focus returned to the day's true guest of honor — Dugu Bo.

He wore dark green robes, with matching emerald hair and eyes. A wicked smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Greetings, Poison Douluo," Yang Wudi said solemnly. He didn't bow — he had his pride. After all, he wasn't afraid of even the Spirit Hall or Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Clan.

The other Spirit Saints beside him bowed their heads in deference.

Their politeness was born not of respect, but fear — fear that Dugu Bo might one day retaliate against the clan. While they could defend against many kinds of attacks, they couldn't guarantee safety from his poison.

"Excellent," Dugu Bo laughed heartily.

"I can sense poison on you — seems I came to the right place! Hahaha!"

With that, Dugu Bo descended first, with Yun Yibai and the others following.