Chapter 87: Thirty Years East, Thirty Years West
After Ye Lingling left, Dugu Feng's routine returned to normal.
Every day was devoted fully to cultivation.
Soul skills, spirit power, the Slaughter God Domain, and his twin Jade Serpent Dragons—these occupied all his focus.
When he'd left the City of Slaughter, the serpents' years of cultivation had reached six thousand.
Now, after steady growth, their age was approaching seven thousand years.
They were increasing at a rate of over a hundred years per month—astonishing progress.
Their rapid evolution owed much to the Dugu Clan's vast wealth.
The serpents' diet of rare herbs and fresh blood never once stopped. They were carnivorous spirit beasts, after all.
The spirit orbs played a vital role as well—through the continuous circulation of energy between them and the serpents, their bodies and spirit power grew stronger.
Lastly, their bloodline itself was exceptional, making them natural prodigies that absorbed spirit energy with incredible speed.
Even so, Dugu Feng still found them too slow.
They needed to evolve into ten-thousand-year beasts before reaching true value—then their power, paired with their strange spirit abilities, would become truly formidable.
For now, they were still lacking.
Only through relentless training of their soul techniques could their battle instincts and bloodline strength reach full potential.
Time moved on swiftly.
Before long, Dugu Feng was nearing the final year of his time at the Heaven Dou Royal Junior Academy.
But beyond the academy's walls, the chaos he had orchestrated was sweeping through the entire spirit master world like wildfire.
At the edge of the Star Dou Forest—
Two tall, muscular figures in black robes and straw hats sprinted swiftly away from the inner forest.
Both had white hair and weathered faces, but powerful auras.
The elder in front had long brows reaching his neck, his spirit sharp and lively; though his hair was white, his expression radiated vigor.
The man behind him bore the hardened look of a veteran warrior—his features sharp, his gaze fierce and bright, excitement flickering within.
"Second Brother! Now that I've finally absorbed my ninth spirit ring, four of the five elders of the Clear Sky Sect have reached Titled Douluo rank!
Add in the Sect Master, and we now have five Titled Douluo in total!
Once we return, we must convince the Sect Master—it's time for the Clear Sky Sect to step back into the world!" the man behind said, his voice trembling with emotion.
The elder with long brows remained calm. "The Sect Master will likely disagree. Five Titled Douluo sound impressive, but the Spirit Hall also commands many. The Sect Master will still choose patience."
"Patience? We've been patient for eleven years already!"
The second man's face contorted. It was Flameyang Douluo, the Fifth Elder.
He had just become a Titled Douluo with the aid of his senior brother, Qingyang Douluo—the Second Elder.
"At least wait until the Seventh Elder also becomes a Titled Douluo," Qingyang Douluo replied calmly.
Flameyang Douluo fell silent.
The Clear Sky Sect had once had seven elders, but the First and Sixth Elders had both perished in battle.
Now only the Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, and Seventh Elders remained.
And after eleven long years, four had already become Titled Douluo.
The Seventh Elder had reached level eighty-eight—he would cross the final threshold in just a few years.
"Fine then," Flameyang muttered, his tone fiery. "We'll wait until Old Seven ascends too. Then let's see if the Sect Master can still hold us back!"
Revenge—that single word burned in every Clear Sky Sect member's heart.
Their years of hardship had all been for one purpose: to one day reemerge and shake the world once more!
When the Seventh Elder advanced, the sect would command six Titled Douluo—just imagining the sight left them both thrilled.
They had no idea how their actions today perfectly confirmed Dugu Feng's fabricated rumor.
He had claimed that the Clear Sky Sect's Fifth Elder had become a Titled Douluo—and by sheer coincidence, it had just become true.
What a twist of fate!
Half an hour later, the two arrived at a small supply town near the forest.
"Second Brother, let's grab a hot meal. It's been three months without rest while searching for a suitable spirit ring," said Flameyang Douluo, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the bustling little town.
After eleven years of isolation within the sect, this was his first glimpse of ordinary life—and it stirred a deep nostalgia.
Qingyang Douluo sighed. They had been forced to live like outlaws, sneaking around just to hunt spirit beasts.
"Alright then," he agreed quietly.
Together, they entered a two-story inn and took a private room upstairs.
Flameyang Douluo eagerly ordered more than ten dishes. "Let's see how they envy us once we go back, Second Brother!"
His excitement brought a faint smile to Qingyang's face, though tinged with melancholy.
For ordinary people, this was daily life.
For those of the Clear Sky Sect, it was a distant luxury.
Even without trying, Qingyang could sense the lively chatter coming from downstairs and around them.
It had been too long since their sect had known such open vitality.
And then, drifting up from below—voices.
"Did you hear? The once-mighty Clear Sky Sect has been training in secret all these years, waiting for their chance to strike back at the Spirit Hall!"
The tone was hushed yet brimming with excitement.
"Oh? Tell us—what happened?" someone asked eagerly.
Encouraged by the crowd's interest, the storyteller leaned in, voice rising.
"You think the Spirit Hall is still the strongest force on the continent? Wrong!
It's the Clear Sky Sect!
Someone saw, near Star Dou Forest, a powerful spirit master wielding a Clear Sky Hammer—he was absorbing his ninth spirit ring!
Word is, that was the Fifth Elder himself!
Now think about it—if the Fifth Elder has broken through, then surely the Second, Third, and Fourth Elders have too.
Add their Sect Master and the Clear Sky Douluo, that's at least seven Titled Douluo!
Tell me—shocking or not? Surprised or not?!"
The man's voice was full of pride and gossip-fueled excitement.
Few of the lower-rank spirit masters knew that the First and Sixth Elders were dead—
and that made the story all the more sensational.
"Seven Titled Douluo? Dear lord, that would flatten the Spirit Hall!" someone gasped.
"Exactly! The Hall's in trouble now!" another exclaimed.
"That's not even the half of it! They've got hundreds of Contras, Spirit Saints, and Spirit Emperors!
A friend of mine spent months searching for a ten-thousand-year beast and couldn't find any—
you know why? Because the Clear Sky Sect's people killed most of them while advancing!"
Shouts filled the inn as more joined in.
"Thirty years east, thirty years west! Just watch—the Clear Sky Sect and the Spirit Hall will clash soon!
Who knows who'll win this time!"
Soon, nearly everyone in the restaurant was passionately discussing the topic, their voices rising in excitement.
Curiosity and gossip spread like wildfire.
Every person there had already decided how they'd brag about this "news" once they returned to their cities and academies.
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