Fight to Po: Emperor Yang

"Ancient Clan, Soul Clan, one, two, three, four." Xiao Xiao counted carefully with his fingers, then raised his head in surprise and said, "Master, there are only seven in total."

Hearing this, Wei Ye and Wei Shuo also counted carefully, then raised their heads and asked in surprise: "Master, there is another one?"

Yao Lao and Wei Yang both looked silently at Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan was silent for a while, then he raised his hand and touched his daughter Xiao Xiao's head, and said in a complicated tone: "The remaining one is our Xiao clan."

"Ah!?" The three little guys opened their mouths wide, somewhat unable to believe it.

The Xiao clan? That second-rate clan living in a remote corner of the Jiama Empire was actually one of the eight ancient clans.

“You heard it right.” Xiao Yan exhaled slowly, as if to spit out all the distracting thoughts in his mind, and said softly: “It should be said that our Xiao clan is just an abandoned ancient race. It used to be, but now it has long since declined and is no longer one of the eight ancient clans.”

The Xiao clan was once glorious and possessed tremendous power. However, now, this once extremely prominent imperial clan has been eliminated and is in a very dire state.

It took a while for the three little guys to recover from their shock.

"Why are they all called ancient races? Is it because they have been passed down from ancient times long, long ago?" Xiao Xiao asked curiously.

"It's not just that. It's because these eight tribes have all given birth to Dou Di (God of War). That's why they are qualified to be called the Eight Ancient Tribes. The Eight Ancient Tribes are also known as the Emperor Tribes." Yao Lao said.

"Your Xiao clan also once had a Dou Emperor. Therefore, the descendants of this lineage also have Dou Emperor blood in their bodies. However, this blood was completely used up by your ancestor Xiao Xuan when it reached his generation."

Yao Lao explained slowly: "Although the Dou Emperor bloodline is powerful, it is not eternal. It will eventually run out. The only way to keep it going is for another Dou Emperor to appear in this clan and give the bloodline new vitality and life."

"But unfortunately, since the Dou Emperor of the Xiao clan, there has been no Dou Emperor powerhouse. The top existence is only your ancestor Xiao Xuan. But similarly, your Xiao clan has also completely declined because of him."

"He tried his best to save this declining race, but he failed. Instead, he pushed this race into the abyss with his own hands."

“Until now, all of the Dou Di bloodlines of the Xiao family have been almost completely abandoned. Now only your father Xiao Yan still has a trace of it.” Yao Lao’s voice was full of sighs.

Whether what Xiao Xuan did was right or wrong, from an outsider's perspective, it is difficult to give an accurate conclusion without knowing the specific details.

However, he failed in the end, so naturally, people all think that he is too crazy and selfish.

In order to become emperor, he was willing to bet his entire family.

But if you look at it from Xiao Xuan's perspective at the time, perhaps he was not completely wrong.

Just maybe.

After all, who can really tell what is right and wrong?

Since ancient times, the winners are the kings and the losers are the bandits.

It’s done, you are the hero, the savior, the light, the electricity, the only myth.

If you lose, you are a sinner.

Wei Ye asked curiously: "Master, your last name is Yao as well. Are you also related to the Yao clan?"

After hearing this, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan also looked at Yao Lao.

As for Yao Lao's identity and origins, these two disciples had never heard Yao Lao mention them on his own initiative.

Although they both already had their own guesses or answers in their hearts.

"Haha, you cunning little guy, have you guessed anything?" Yao Lao was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Master, are you really from the Yao clan?" Wei Ye widened his eyes, and so did Wei Shuo and Xiao Xiao, staring straight at Yao Lao.

Yao Lao held the teacup in his hand, with a faint smile on his old face, but in this smile, there was a hint of sadness and bitterness.

After a long while, he said, "I am indeed a member of the Yao Clan, but I was abandoned and expelled by my race."

"what?!"

"Abandoned?"

"Expulsion?"

Several people were shocked.

Xiao Yan stared at Yao Lao in front of him in a daze. After a long while, he whispered, "With your talent for alchemy, looking at the continent today, there are probably only a handful of people who can rival you. How could you be an outcast of the Yao Clan?"

"It's still because of the Doudi bloodline."

Yao Lao smiled slightly, and the emotions on his face slowly subsided. He said: "Being in this ancient race, the pressure is actually much greater than in other places. There, the level and identity are completely distinguished by the richness of the bloodline."

"And I am not much different from you, Xiao Yan, back then. The Doudi blood flowing in my body is also so thin that it can be ignored."

"When I was in the Medicine Clan, I failed in a mission, which ultimately led to the Medicine Clan expelling me from the clan."

"After being expelled, I was not convinced and began to devote all my energy to alchemy. I then wandered around Zhongzhou alone for nearly a hundred years, and I can be considered to have made some achievements."

"At first, I still had the wild idea that after seeing my efforts and achievements, the tribe would recognize me and call me back into the tribe again."

"But as time goes by, this expectation gradually dissipates."

“They completely ignore my efforts and achievements.”

"Perhaps in their eyes, no matter how outstanding a person with a rare bloodline is, he is not worthy of becoming their member."

Yao Lao said softly: "Although this race gave birth to me and raised me, I have no feelings for them and have given up."

"My only parents also passed away when I was young. Later, I gradually forgot about this clan and never even mentioned it again."

"And the people who know that I used to be from the Medicine Clan are probably only some people from the Medicine Clan. Even the Soul Clan doesn't know about it."

Several people were silent.

Wei Yang and Xiao Yan looked at each other. It seemed that Yao Lao was quite disgusted with the Yao Clan.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have taken so many years without anyone mentioning it.

"With Teacher's current strength, if you want to go back to the Medicine Clan, I'm afraid no one will stop you, right?" Xiao Yan said.

After all, he is a Douluo Saint, and even a ninth-grade alchemy grandmaster. The Medicine Clan can’t be so powerful, right?

"Is there any point in going back to a place like that? All these years, I only knew that I was Yao Chen, but this medicine is not from the Yao Clan!"

"Since they think that I am a discarded person, then I will stay on this continent and show them that it is not only those with Doudi blood who can truly become top powerhouses!"

At this point, Yao Lao smiled, turned his gaze to Wei Yang and Xiao Yan, then looked at his three disciples, stroked his beard and said with a little pride: "And by then, I will let them see that even my disciples and even my disciples will far surpass those so-called Dou Di bloodlines that they regard as treasures."

"Yeah." Several people nodded slightly.

The three little guys clenched their fists tightly, their faces flushed red.

At the same time, I felt a little more disgusted with this so-called medicine clan.