Chapter 239: The Broken Extreme Wind Arrow
"You do have some skills, but it's a pity you're a little bastard from Tang Hao's family."
The Seventh Elder said with some regret as he looked at the fallen Tang San.
At such a young age, with such a high level of cultivation, and even being able to withstand his blow without dying, he could be considered a peerless genius.
If this person was a genius from their Clear Sky Sect, he would naturally be very happy, but unfortunately, it was the son of Tang Hao, who had brought misfortune to the Clear Sky Sect.
The Seventh Elder slowly walked towards Tang San, and when he reached Tang San, he said, "In your next life, be born into a good family and don't be Tang Hao's son anymore."
With that, the Seventh Elder raised the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand and smashed it down with all his might!
"Dang!"
The next moment, a loud clash of weapons rang out. The Seventh Elder, looking at the man before him with a stern expression, said, "Are you truly going to stop me?"
"Seventh Elder, I know you harbor a great deal of resentment, but I am his uncle after all. I cannot bear to see him die."
The man who appeared before the Seventh Elder was, of course, Tang Xiao, the leader of the Clear Sky Sect. Upon realizing something was amiss, he had rushed to the scene as quickly as possible, but unexpectedly, he was still a step too late.
The Seventh Elder snorted coldly, "Why should I protect such a bastard? He's the offspring of a hundred-thousand-year-old spirit beast, and he's already crippled anyway. It's better to let me kill him. Maybe a spirit bone will emerge."
"But he's also Tang Hao's son, possesses the Clear Sky Hammer, and is a legitimate disciple of our Clear Sky Sect,"
Tang Xiao retorted.
Seeing Tang Xiao's determination to protect Tang San, the Seventh Elder frowned.
After a moment, the Seventh Elder retracted the Clear Sky Hammer and said, "Since you want to protect him, I'll give you a favor. He's already crippled, and with his current injuries,
it's doubtful he'll survive." The shattered meridians and comminuted fractures throughout his body were considered catastrophic even on the Douluo Continent, a mere step away from death.
Even with injuries of this magnitude, even if he were to recover, he would be practically crippled. Without a special opportunity, his spirit power would be impossible to restore.
After the Seventh Elder left, Tang Xiao looked at the collapsed Tang San with a complicated expression. As Tang Hao's older brother, he naturally sided with his younger brother, but since Tang San was already crippled, he couldn't possibly punish the Seventh Elder for him.
Their Clear Sky Sect now only had three Titled Douluo Elders left. Punishing the Seventh Elder for Tang San's actions would inevitably anger the other two.
If the three elders raised their voices, the Clear Sky Sect would be torn in two, something Tang Xiao, the Sect Master, absolutely did not want to see.
"I'm sorry, it's me, your uncle, who arrived too late and failed to stop the Seventh Elder."
Tang Xiao took out the hemostatic medicine from his spirit guide and said to Tang San on the ground.
However, when Tang Xiao squatted down and prepared to apply the medicine to Tang San, he found that a golden light suddenly shone on Tang San's body.
After seeing this golden light, Tang Xiao's vision suddenly became a little blurry, and he said excitedly: "This is, this is..."
About a quarter of an hour later, Tang San recovered to the point where he could move, but his face was still a little pale. Obviously, the injury of broken tendons and veins is not so easy to recover.
"Sure enough, this is Ah Yin's ability. I didn't expect that Ah Yin's soul bone is in your body."
Seeing Tang San recover so quickly, Tang Xiao said with some sighs.
"Uncle!"
Then, Tang San knelt on his knees, kowtowed, and shouted at Tang Xiao.
Startled by Tang San's action, Tang Xiao reached out to help Tang San up, saying, "What are you doing? Get up!"
Tang San, however, knelt resolutely, saying, "If it weren't for you, uncle, saving me just now, I'd probably be dead at the hands of the Seventh Elder. Besides, I'm atoning for my father's sins."
"Your father isn't to blame for that. If Ah Yin had chosen me, I would have done the same.
As for the Seventh Elder, don't blame him either. His son died in the Spirit Hall attack, and just now, two elders he had a close relationship with were killed in battle. They must have been killed by powerful individuals your father had offended. It's just that you came at the wrong time,"
Tang Xiao sighed.
Tang San was stunned by Tang Xiao's words. Their Clear Sky Sect had actually been attacked and two elders murdered?
At this moment, Tang Xiao suddenly frowned and said, "Come to think of it, that powerful figure just now looked familiar. I seem to have seen him somewhere before, but I can't quite place where I can remember."
Meanwhile, Mu Hui, looking at the Extreme Wind Arrow in his hand, frowned.
"It's been badly damaged. No wonder I felt so weak before."
The Extreme Wind Arrow was arguably the most severely damaged of the Wind God's three artifacts. While the Wind God Bow and Wind-Fixing Orb only sustained minor scratches, the Extreme Wind Arrow suffered a complete bone-shattering blow.
The Extreme Wind Arrow now possessed less than a tenth of its original power, and there was even the worry of further damage.
"The information the Wind God provided didn't include instructions on how to repair these three artifacts. Do I have to start all over again?"
Mu Hui sighed.
It seemed the Douluo Continent had experienced a technological stagnation, to the point where even the blacksmiths, now considered Divine Craftsmen, could only forge weapons at the Soul Emperor level.
As for spirit guides, even low-level ones were manageable. The half-cubic-meter storage spirit guide that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tiles Sect initially invested in him was made by the sect itself, and virtually every talented individual favored by the sect possessed one.
However, top-tier spirit guides still relied on archaeological remains and inherited inheritance, proving that technology in ancient Douluo Continent was far more advanced than it is today.
After pondering for a moment, Mu Hui mused, "Let's go to the Wind Temple ruins and see if there's a solution. If not, I'll have to learn to refine the tools myself."
Then, Mu Hui patted Pidgeot beneath him. Pidgeot understood, quickly changing direction, and flew towards the Divine Wind Academy.
At Mu Hui's current level of a peak Douluo, level ninety-six, even without using Delta Airflow to replenish his spirit power, could sustain Pidgeot's full flight for a day and a night, without worrying about running out of spirit power.
So, flying at full speed, it wasn't long before Pidgeot reached the skies above the Divine Wind Academy and found a spot to land.
In a small, courtyard-like teacher's dormitory, Mo Hen was meditating, improving his spirit power.
Ever since Mu Hui had given him the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower to help him evolve his spirit into the top-tier Black Flame Crow, Mo Hen's training had become even more diligent than before.
Especially since arriving at the Divine Wind Academy, without the need for instruction, his level had risen even faster. He had now reached level 49, just one step away from becoming a Soul King.
Read 90+ Advanced Chapters at P@ Tre On
FictionTimeo
(End of Chapter)