Nine "Dao Tears" total: four Infant Transformations (Du Longyang's group) claimed four.
South Commandery's Tang Xiansheng, wealthy, took two.
Overlord and Tantai Xuan one each.
Last: low-key South clan.
Wealth discreet—principle known.
Vs. Xiliang/North Xuan troublemakers: weakest among winners.
Weak: targeted.
Clan understood position; arranged carriage opposite paths, snuck from Beiluo.
Dao Tear: potential robbery by losers.
Possible.
Clans faces, but interests...
Sure enough.
Carriage to South: worst happened.
Thought leaving Beiluo, not Wolong—safe.
Tracked.
Purpose: Tear.
Hooves cracked dust.
Black shadows galloped official road.
Head lifted curtain—face shifted.
Not weak clan; South many strong, not Tang-rich.
Resources plentiful.
Cultivated practitioners, hired ex-jianghu masters.
"Protect head!"
Guard captain roared.
Nine-stage Qi Core—strongest.
Face grave.
Sensed power.
Black-robed riders circled convoy.
Battle erupted.
Guards not weak, numbers even—matched.
Head relieved.
Hope.
Robbers not major.
Break out.
Keep Tear: clan rise Body Storage/Heavenly Lock.
Hope died.
Distant road: four figures strolled.
Lead: black brocade elegant youth.
Behind: three conical-hatted, faces hidden.
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"You!"
Head saw Liu Yuanhao—eyes shrank.
"Dare rob? Fear White Jade Capital?"
Roared.
"Tsk..."
"Yell? White Jade your guard?"
"Bid bold, return alive bold. Bidding: prepare worst."
"Many clans lose not can't bid... fear win, no return."
Liu smiled.
"Introduce: Black Dragon Cult... Liu Yuanhao."
Mild.
Head post-analysis agitated.
"Black Dragon: low jianghu gang... capital street thugs dare cult."
Cold.
"Worthy South three with Tang..."
"Guts."
Mocked; face calm, eyes cold deep.
"Uncles, act..."
"No kill—all capture."
"White Jade turf murder bold."
Words.
Three blasted.
"Head flee!"
Captain roared.
Qi burst; clashed Black Dragon—bones near crack, blood fly.
Dragon lagged; hat burst.
Brow black dragon scale.
"Dragon scale?! Great Zhou Black Dragon Guard?!"
Shocked.
Fame once peak; strong trembled.
Black Dragon infiltrated.
Qi Core peak + scale: no match.
Soon.
Guards wounded, bound.
Head tied.
Liu took searched Tear; sun rainbow—lips up.
Tear: rise chance.
...
Prostrate embarrassing, but confirmed.
Stones worth.
No Tear: unreachable.
Tianxu pinned—face changed; pressure mount, body risk burst.
Feared.
Crushed Tear.
Crack...
Heaven-earth shatter.
Pressure gone.
Rose, exhaled fear.
Elegant restored.
Glanced stele.
Strolled; grass cushion, sat.
Calmed float.
Head up black stele—plain natural.
Odd.
Gaze vacant; mind drawn in.
Distant.
Du etc. saw rare serious Tianxu—eyed shock, grave.
Stele... something.
No hesitate.
Du, Ye, Empress crushed Tears.
Invisible pull to stele.
Pressure none.
Empress, Ye beside Tianxu.
Du back row.
Regret, but indecisive bid.
Focused.
"Young Master: break Infant—sequence intent."
"Mastery: rival high martial beings..."
Grave ponder.
"What sequence?"
"Mine?"
Head up; stele waves sucked mind.
...
Cold snow fell.
Face; Du startled, opened eyes.
Illusion?
Infant: ordinary breakable.
Not this.
Body shrunk, burly gone—slim.
Martial Emperor City snow—silent beauty.
Someone ran.
"Little Du, field—assessment!"
Pulled hand, dashed.
Dazed—field?
Assessment?
Familiar.
Tender scenes trembled heart.
Many faces withered growth; now memory leaped.
Assessment.
Tradition.
Du's turn: failed; spear flown distant.
Lost.
Remembered: first gun doubt.
Scenes flowed.
Relived life—puppet, unchangeable.
Failed: outer disciple; spear, wandered.
Experiences; spear companion long... never confident strong.
Killed demons domain.
Back city; beat foe, purple robe.
Still unconfident.
Trained endless; strongest spear—no doubt.
Finally: world No.1 spear king.
Foes feared.
But no further.
Stele: relived spear growth.
Keener feel.
Defect: lack confidence.
No achievement spear path.
Even No.1: unconfident.
Root solve.
Closed eyes.
Opened: snow cavern.
Familiar.
Winter city.
Pulled hand, field—assessment.
Solemn.
No resist.
This: conquer inner reject.
Snow.
Assessment: spear pierced foe—broke fate.
Heart fire burned.
...
Exterior.
Time passed.
More to Wolong.
Overlord solo; changed ridge—inhaled; nine gates heart quake.
Eyes to stele.
Saw four seated.
Xiang reported; ordered guard.
Excited.
Body peak stuck long; sensed should break like Nie, impact Heavenly Lock.
Top.
But no progress.
Blocked flow.
Strong-willed; depressed.
Stepped First range.
Not break Body, but strong.
First easy.
To Fifth: pressure bent spine.
Outside: tongues difficulty.
Frustrated—Fifth hard.
Stele? No.
Near rebound.
Crushed Tear.
Pressure stripped.
Sat sweat-soaked, gasped.
Shaky rose.
Beside Du, sat.
Outside.
Tang patted Yimo: "Go—yours."
"You strong, South strong."
Yimo flickered, nod.
Stepped stele.
Eight veins demon.
Barely Fifth—crushed.
Cushions filled.
...
Origin island.
Idle wind; Lu rail, wine.
Figures blasted.
Nie, Jing, Ni, Ning...
"Young Master..."
Bowed.
Lu nod—guessed purpose.
"Curious no slots for you?"
Including Ni.
"Auction: show spirit stones importance... other ways."
Sipped.
"Wolong 'Nine Prisons'—stele key, but nine gates not simple."
"Pass gates for slots."
"Ninth: 100% slot. Current strength: too hard."
"Other gates: luck trigger chance..."
"Harder than auction, but hope."
"Want: challenge Nine Prisons."
Nie etc. bright.
Like trial tower.
Lu done, no explain.
Leaned Thousand Blades.
Mind stirred; head to Wolong.
Just.
Vortex soul stele: light flash.
Odd intent mind—lotus bloom.
Startled, then interested.
"Who? So fast sequence intent?"
