Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body

He held the ring in both hands and respectfully presented it to Yang Jian.

"Young master, this is a storage soul tool containing three million gold soul coins. It's just a small token of my appreciation."

His meaning was quite clear.

Three million gold soul coins, I'll buy you to shut up.

He had encountered several surprise inspections before, and he had bribed all the people who came in this way.

Money, women, all sorts of benefits—no one can refuse.

He believed that Yang Jian was no exception, and might even have come to Gengxin City specifically to be bribed.

Chapter 109 Bribery

Yang Jian took the ring, weighed it in her hand, and glanced down at Miles.

“Three million gold soul coins, heh.” He chuckled, his smile cold. “It seems you’ve been squeezing the common people quite a bit over the years. Even a bishop’s monthly salary wouldn’t amount to three million gold soul coins in a lifetime.”

Miles's gaze darkened.

He thought Yang Jian was complaining about the amount and wanted to squeeze more money out of him, which made him somewhat unhappy.

After embezzling for so many years, he only had a little over ten million gold soul coins left. Giving away three million was already a huge loss for him.

But he had to pay for it; you can't catch a wolf without risking your cub.

“Young master is right. I didn’t think it through. Three million is indeed a bit too little.” Miles gritted his teeth, his smile unchanged. “If this isn’t enough, I’ll raise a little more in the next few days.”

"Young master has come from afar and must be tired. Why don't you go to your room and rest?"

His eyes narrowed into slits, and his smile held a hint of ambiguity.

"I'll arrange a few beautiful women for you, young master."

What kind of young master would you like?

"Young girls, married men, teenage girls, young women... we have all kinds, and each one has been trained to ensure your satisfaction."

He began to introduce his resources as if they were his own treasures.

After all, in his mind, what men like most is nothing more than power, wealth, and women.

The young master before me holds the Elder's Decree, so he certainly doesn't lack power.

I just gave away three million gold soul coins, so I'm not short of wealth.

So now all that's left is the woman.

Young and impetuous, he didn't believe Yang Jian could resist such temptation.

Looking at Miles's smiling face and his murky, greedy eyes, Yang Jian suddenly felt disgusted.

He raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

"Snapped--!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the corridor.

Miles' body flew out like a fly being swatted away, crashing into the corridor wall and leaving a crack in it.

He fell to the ground, clutching his swollen cheek, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.

He looked up at Yang Jian, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He got beaten up; he, a Contra Master, was beaten up by a teenager.

He had never suffered such humiliation in all his years of life, and a surge of anger welled up in his heart, erupting like a volcano.

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his soul power surged within him, and the light of his martial soul possession began to shimmer on his body.

But in the end, they didn't take any action.

He still retained his sanity.

"What exactly do you want?!"

Every word Miles uttered seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Yang Jian didn't even bother to answer.

He had already given Miles a chance, asking him if he knew he was guilty.

Miles not only didn't know his crime, but also tried to bribe him with money and women.

It's a waste of breath to say a single word to someone like that.

He bent down, grabbed Miles by the collar, and lifted him off the ground.

Miles was a burly man weighing over 200 pounds, but in Yang Jian's hands he was as light as a chick.

Yang Jian picked him up and turned to walk towards the stairwell.

Miles struggled for a moment.

He grabbed Yang Jian's wrist, trying to pry the hand off, but the hand was like an iron clamp, completely immovable.

He struggled again and received another slap across the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound echoed in the corridor.

Miles’ head snapped to one side, his vision blurred, his ears rang, and the whole world seemed to spin.

His mouth split open, and blood dripped down his chin, onto his clothes, and onto the carpet in the hallway.

Miles was dizzy and disoriented, but he was still able to stay conscious.

He secretly estimated in his mind that although Yang Jian was strong and his slap left him dizzy and disoriented, it was still within his tolerance range.

His skull was not broken, his brain was not injured, only his flesh was injured.

What does this mean?

This shows that although the kid's strength far exceeds that of ordinary people, it is not to the point of being insurmountable.

He still has a chance; he can still give it his all.

Miles roared, and his soul power surged wildly within him.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!"

He intends to kill Yang Jian here.

What about the elders' juniors?

He had no choice at this point.

As long as he kills Yang Jian and then defectes to the Spirit Hall, he can still live a fulfilling life with his Soul Douluo cultivation.

At worst, they can hide on the mainland border or enter the Killing City.

The world is vast, so why worry about not having a place to stay?

Yang Jian sighed.

"Can you stop courting death? I've already gone easy on you, and you still have to get angry."

He raised his free left hand and slapped Miles again.

This time he used a little more force, probably less than 10%.

"Snapped!"

Miles was struck hard on the left cheek and even heard the sound of his skull cracking, like a tree branch breaking.

The Martial Soul True Form was interrupted just before it was about to take shape, and the condensed Soul Power dissipated instantly like a punctured balloon.

His head nearly spun 180 degrees, and his neck made a terrifying sound.

Miles was completely stunned. His mind was racing, like several horses were galloping around. He couldn't remember or hear anything.

He couldn't understand it; the kid's strength was simply unbelievable, completely beyond what someone his age should possess.

He's a Contra Master, level 83, with strong physical defense and recovery abilities.

Let alone being slapped by a teenager, even if he were punched with all his might by a Soul Saint, he wouldn't be seriously injured.

But he couldn't withstand that slap.

He became obedient, slumped in Yang Jian's hand like a lump of mud, and didn't move at all.

Yang Jian continued downstairs, carrying Miles, and slowly walked down to the first floor.

Many staff members of the Spirit Hall witnessed this scene on the stairs, in the corridors, and in the lobby.

Someone was drinking in the lobby, sitting in a chair with their legs crossed, holding a glass of wine in their hand, their eyes half-open and half-closed, looking quite content. When they saw Yang Jian carrying Miles down the stairs, their glass of wine fell to the ground, spilling wine everywhere. They rubbed their eyes, thinking they were seeing things.

There were people gambling in the corner. Four people were sitting around a table, with copper and silver soul coins piled up like a small mountain.

They saw Miles being held up like a dead dog, his mouth agape, a fist agape, his cards scattered on the floor.

Someone recognized Miles's clothes and exclaimed, "That's Lord Miles! Lord Miles has been beaten up!"

As soon as he shouted, everyone in the hall stood up.

Some people slammed their fists on the table, some smashed their wine glasses, and some rolled up their sleeves, surrounding Yang Jian.

"Who are you! Put Lord Miles down right now!"

"You're really bold, kid! Do you even know this is the Spirit Hall? Do you want to be enemies with the Spirit Hall?"

"Damn it, what did you do to Lord Miles?!"

Chapter 110 High Building

These people were furious.

Most of them had been drinking; their faces were flushed, their eyes were bloodshot, and their minds were not quite clear. They hadn't thought about a practical problem at all.

Miles is a Contra, the strongest among them.

Even Miles was beaten like a dead dog, so what are they compared to Yang Jian?