"Minister of Finance of the Heaven Dou Empire, Lord Ye Qian has arrived!"
"Sect Master of the Mystic Tortoise Sect, Sect Master Shi Hao has arrived!"
"Great General of the Nation, Lord Zhong Zhenguo has arrived!"
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Every time the servant at the entrance of the residence announced the name of a guest, it drew a chorus of gasps from the surrounding crowd.
Seeing these high-ranking, powerful figures from all corners of the land gathered together in one place today was truly astonishing.
A young man who had just come to the Heaven Dou City Soul Master Academy to study looked at the endless stream of dignitaries and exclaimed.
"My goodness, even the Great General who guards the border is here! What kind of joyous occasion could the Breaking Clan possibly be celebrating?"
A local "know-it-all" nearby heard this and explained with an excited and proud expression.
"A joyous occasion! A massive one at that!"
"The First Elder of the Breaking Clan has broken through to become a Title Douluo! Our Heaven Dou Empire has gained another top-tier powerhouse!"
Upon hearing the know-it-all's reply, the uninformed passersby all gasped in shock. This was truly major news! They began to chatter and comment.
"To think it's a Title Douluo; the Breaking Clan is about to take off!"
"For sure. Perhaps after the next Sect Grand Competition, they will be one of the new Upper Three Sects."
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As for the young man from before, whose Soul Power was only a little over level ten and who had just stepped onto the path of a soul master, he was stunned by the scene. A Title Douluo could actually command the reverence of an entire nation, causing all sorts of powerful elites they could only look up to to visit in person. He couldn't help but look at the Breaking Clan's residence with eyes full of longing.
"It's so amazing! I wonder if I'll ever have a day like this."
Besides him, the same thought sprouted in the hearts of many young soul masters.
Unlike the widespread longing outside the gates, in the backyard of the Breaking Clan residence, the protagonist of the day, Yang Wudi, was mired in distress.
Yun Ming looked at Yang Wudi, who was dressed in a special ceremonial robe symbolizing his status as a Title Douluo, looking like a giant red gift packet and wearing a face full of misery, and spoke up.
"Grandfather, why not just follow the general convention and call yourself the Breaking Douluo?"
Yang Wudi rejected this immediately.
"No way, that sounds terrible."
"The title for an eight-ring soul master is Soul Douluo. If I were called the Breaking Douluo, it would sound like I can only defeat Soul Douluo. Wouldn't that put me at the very bottom of the Title Douluo hierarchy by name alone? No, absolutely not. My Breaking Clan cannot afford to lose face like that."
Meanwhile, outside, in a luxurious carriage, an old man with white hair, looking profound and sagely, frowned.
The black-haired beauty opposite him saw Dugu Bo like this and asked, confused.
"Grandfather, what's wrong?"
Dugu Bo casually explained to his granddaughter.
"It's nothing."
At the same time, he began to calculate in his heart who could be thinking of him. The feeling was so strange and familiar, as if someone were looking down on him, and by name at that.
'Is it that old demon Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan again? Yes, it must be him. That old thing, next time I see him, I must make him taste my new poison.'
Far away in Martial Soul City, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, who was watering flowers, inexplicably found himself taking the blame for something he didn't do.
Back in the backyard of the Breaking Clan.
Yun Ming said helplessly.
"But you are going to officially take the stage as a Title Douluo today; you have to have a title!"
Yang Wudi said impatiently.
"That's why you brat need to think of one! Stop making noise!"
He hadn't thought about this before, and only realized he lacked a title when it was suddenly needed today. From this, it was clear that the current Yang Wudi was truly under no pressure and had completely let himself go.
Ya Li, standing to the side, saw the grandfather and grandson bickering and covered her mouth to giggle; this feeling was quite wonderful.
Yun Ming suggested again.
"Then, similar to Senior Chen Xin, how about Spear Douluo?"
Yang Wudi thought of Chen Xin, felt he wasn't as pure as him and couldn't quite live up to the name, so he refused.
Yun Ming: "Then how about something wilder, Invincible Douluo?"
Yang Wudi, Ya Li: "."
They were curious how Yun Ming came up with such a name, which was not only ugly but also socially suicidal and likely to be wiped out by force.
Yun Ming looked at the strange expressions on Yang Wudi and Ya Li's faces, coughed, and said.
"Ahem~"
"That doesn't seem very good, let's try another one."
Seeing that the grandfather and grandson were both terrible at naming and were struggling so much, Ya Li had a flash of inspiration and spoke up to suggest one.
"How about we call it..."
Yang Wudi heard Ya Li's suggestion and rubbed his chin.
"Not bad, let's go with that!"
A quarter of an hour later, seeing that the time was approaching, Yang Wudi went to the banquet courtyard in the manor with Yun Ming and Ya Li.
Inside the banquet hall, the crowd chatting amongst themselves saw Yang Wudi emerge in his red Title Douluo robes and bowed in greeting.
"Greetings, Your Corona!!" xN
These people all held extraordinary status and had come to congratulate him on reaching the Title Douluo realm, so Yang Wudi naturally would not slight them; he smiled and returned the salutes while walking toward Yang Wutian.
It was only a distance of a hundred meters, but Yang Wudi was held up for ten minutes before he finally reached Yang Wutian and the others, including Dugu Bo and Ning Fengzhi, whom he had invited.
There was no helping it; this group of people was too enthusiastic and too good at blowing smoke. They spouted all sorts of flattery he had never heard before, bombarding him from every angle. Even as a former Clan Leader, he found it a bit overwhelming, and he felt like he was floating on air. Was this the joy of being a Title Douluo? He was finally experiencing it.
Yang Wudi cupped his hands and said.
"Yang is late; I shall punish myself with a drink later."
Ning Fengzhi smiled and said.
"Very well, we must have a good drink today."
Dugu Bo waved his hand to show it didn't matter, and seeing Yang Wudi's somewhat embarrassed expression, he laughed loudly.
"The wine will be drunk, of course."
"However, Brother Yang, you are really lacking; your composure is not quite there yet!"
Seeing Dugu Bo so happy, Yang Wudi retorted to the man who had become his best friend in recent years.
"I can't help it; I am a Weapon Spirit Douluo, unlike you, Brother Dugu, my defensive power isn't that high."
The people around them understood Yang Wudi's implication and smiled slightly, while Dugu Bo laughed and scolded.
"You old rascal, you've broken through to Title Douluo and now you have the nerve to tease me. Just you wait; today isn't the right time, but later, I will definitely make you realize the gap between Title Douluos."
Yang Wudi replied.
"Fine, fine, fine. When that time comes, I will certainly show you mercy, brother."
After the group chatted for a while longer, they heard Yang Wutian remind them that almost everyone had arrived, so Yang Wudi took his leave of them and stepped onto the stage to speak.
"Today is a happy day."
"It is my honor to see so many old friends and new friends come from all corners of the world to gather here and witness my official moment as a Title Douluo. Thank you all!"
"Clap, clap, clap, clap--"
Thunderous applause erupted from below the stage. Yang Wudi paused and waited. When the applause died down, he continued.
"My Breaking Clan was forced to leave our home years ago due to certain events, and it wasn't until four years ago that we returned to Heaven Dou, leading us to this day."
"Seventeen years of wind and rain, of trials and tribulations—I have encountered many difficulties, but what could not destroy me has only made me stronger. It is precisely because of these experiences that I was able to break through to the Title Douluo realm."
"Therefore, I have chosen the title 'Po Ji' (Breaking Limit). I also hope that future Soul Masters, no matter what difficulties you face in the future, will not easily define your own limits. Break through the extreme, and climb to even higher peaks."
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Proofread by: DaoistReader