Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor-Chapter 389: Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor []

The Speed Clan could barely survive, struggling to make ends meet, and constantly relocating across the continent. Within the clan, there were virtually no noteworthy powerful figures, and because of their lack of offensive capabilities, they were completely unnoticed by others on the continent.

The Defense Clan specialized in building houses and working in construction. In recent years, they had somewhat recovered, but the overall strength of their clan members was still lacking, even weaker than the Strength Clan before the Tai Tan incident.

As for the Breaking Clan?

After learning that Tai Tan had brought trouble upon himself and was subsequently taken down by the Blacksmith Association, the Breaking Clan could do nothing to stand up for the Strength Clan. After all, the Breaking Clan had suffered the heaviest casualties back in the day. Not only was their population now the smallest, but their combat strength was also the weakest. The clan was left with either the elderly or children, with almost no middle-tier fighters.

Seeking trouble with the Blacksmith Association was practically a death wish. Furthermore, this was a situation where they were in the wrong, making Yang Wudi feel quite awkward.

In the end, the other three clan leaders went to the Blacksmith Association to confirm that the Tai Tan was not dead but merely imprisoned. The remaining members of the Strength Clan had suffered minimal losses and were now working as laborers for the Blacksmith Association. Although they would be forced into hard labor for decades, leaving their clan greatly weakened, the Strength Clan would not face annihilation. With this assurance, the other three clans had nothing more to say.

No reason to argue, no strength to fight. So how would they survive? They simply scraped by.

The other three clans produced some powerful figures to bolster the morale of the Strength Clan. This prevented the Strength Clan, whose strongest fighters had almost all perished at the hands of the Blacksmith Association, from being wiped out by their enemies.

After hearing about the current state of the Strength Clan, Tang Hao remained silent for a long time. Finally, he took a deep look at Tai Nuo, whose face was full of pain, and then turned and left, continuing to think of ways to seek out his connections.

The downfall of the Strength Clan did not make Tang Hao feel pity; he only regretted that a once-loyal dog of his had met such an end. At the same time, he was angry that Tai Tan couldn't even handle such a trivial matter. A Soul Douluo-level expert had been defeated by the mere Blacksmith Association.

Although Tang Hao was the Divine Craftsman of his generation and had lived as a blacksmith while in seclusion in Holy Spirit Village, he didn't hold blacksmiths in high regard.

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At most, when he was young, he found the profession of blacksmithing interesting, but later he came to feel that blacksmiths were far inferior to soul masters.

Tang Hao didn't kill Tai Nuo with a single hammer blow to ensure he would take the secret to his grave. Tang Hao felt that sparing Tai Nuo's life was already a generous act of mercy, considering the loyalty the Tai Tan had once shown him.

As for rescuing the Tai Tan?

Tang Hao felt he neither had the time nor the energy for such a thing.

If one day, his injuries were healed and he had the spare time, Tang Hao wouldn't mind rescuing his servant. But under the current circumstances, the Tai Tan would simply have to remain imprisoned. Tang Hao was unwilling to expend any effort to save a mere servant from the Blacksmith Association.

When Tang Hao spoke of other connections, he was referring to his younger sister, Tang Yuehua, who ran the Moon Pavilion in Heaven Dou City.

Tang Yuehua's martial soul was a unique mutation of the Clear Sky Hammer, transforming into a Wishful Ring. She was naturally gifted with a domain that could calm and pacify others, as well as an innate soul power of level nine. However, the unfortunate part of her martial soul's mutation was that it was flawed—her soul power could not grow after birth. As a result, within the Clear Sky Sect, she was essentially considered useless.

Even though she was the granddaughter of Tang Chen and the younger sister of Tang Xiao and Tang Hao, the atmosphere in the Clear Sky Sect was one of absolute reverence for strength. So, Tang Yuehua left the sect at a young age and settled in Heaven Dou City. Relying on her innate domain, she gained quite a reputation in Heaven Dou City.

However, being a defenseless woman with her unique status and beauty often attracted unwanted attention. So, Tang Hao's father had come up with a solution for her.

Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu were contemporaries, while Tang Hao's father and Qian Xunji were of the same generation. The two families were even considered close acquaintances. At the time, Tang Hao's father arranged for Tang Yuehua to rely on the Spirit Hall for support, hoping they would look out for her. Although Qian Xunji—who didn't particularly like the Clear Sky Sect—didn't have any ill will toward this harmless young woman, he agreed to provide some superficial protection out of respect for the older generation.

Thus, Moon Pavilion was established. A defenseless woman, leveraging her background, managed to navigate the complexities of Heaven Dou City with ease.

But many years have passed since then. The Clear Sky Sect had sealed its gates, and Qian Xunji had been hammered to death by Tang Hao himself. Tang Hao had completely severed ties with his family. As for how his little sister Tang Yuehua was faring now, Tang Hao had no idea. Still, he believed that if he went to her and asked for help, Tang Yuehua would agree without hesitation.

Tang Hao quietly infiltrated Moon Pavilion, only to find that it was no longer the thriving establishment it once was. The once-spacious courtyard was now sparsely populated, with many ceremonial instruments and facilities covered in dust. The entire place was dimly lit and eerily silent, like a lifeless shell.

Moon Pavilion was meant to cater to nobles, providing etiquette training. Even at night, it was supposed to be brightly lit, with aromatic fragrances and exquisite decorations befitting the upper class. But now, the Moon Pavilion Tang Hao saw was nothing like the one in his memory.

Following his recollection of the layout, Tang Hao moved stealthily through Moon Pavilion and eventually arrived outside his sister Tang Yuehua's room. It was already midnight, yet the faint glow of an oil lamp could be seen within. A figure sat at the desk, busily calculating something.

Sensing the familiar presence inside, Tang Hao stood silently for a long time before finally pushing open the door. As soon as the door opened, Tang Yuehua, sitting at her desk, immediately threw the ledger she was holding and curled up under the desk. She reached out to activate a mechanism, her practiced movements indicating that this was far from her first time doing so.

The mechanism was triggered, and several crossbows hidden within the walls fired arrows toward Tang Hao. The arrows glowed with a dark green light, clearly laced with poison.

However, due to years of neglect, about one-third of the crossbows misfired, and only two-thirds of the arrows flew toward Tang Hao. Faced with these deadly projectiles, Tang Hao merely shook his head. The Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand, and with a single swing, he shattered the arrows into dust.

Although these mechanisms could easily kill an unprepared Soul King, they were laughably ineffective against someone truly powerful and ready.

Looking at the mechanisms in the corners of the room, Tang Hao couldn't help but recall the past.

The traps were designed by the Strength Clan, the house was built by the Defense Clan, and the poison was provided by the Breaking Clan. All of this was to give Tang Yuehua a final line of defense. But back then, with the Clear Sky Sect at the height of its power and Tang Yuehua having the Spirit Hall's support, these mechanisms had never been used, at least not in Tang Hao's memory.

Unexpectedly, today, he had triggered these defenses.

With a surge of soul power, Tang Hao dragged the desk under which Tang Yuehua was hiding, exposing her disheveled figure.

Seeing his sister clutching a dagger and glaring at him warily, Tang Hao's eyes welled with tears. In a trembling voice, he spoke...