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

“I value the Blacksmiths' Association highly and would like to invite you to lead it to join the Spirit Hall. Considering that Miles has not only plundered the people but also exploited the Blacksmiths' Association over the years, I've dealt with him first to let you know my stance. Although Miles is a bishop of the Spirit Hall, please believe me, not everyone in the Spirit Hall is like him.”

He glanced at Miles, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"This is my sincerity."

Lou Gao fell into deep thought.

He paced back and forth on the ground, his hands behind his back, head down, and brows furrowed.

The Blacksmiths' Association joining the Spirit Hall is a significant decision.

He had been running the blacksmiths' association in Gengxin City for decades, and it had been a long and difficult process.

If we join the Spirit Hall, will we be swallowed up?

Will we lose our autonomy?

Will it become a vassal of the Spirit Hall?

Yang Jian noticed his hesitation and reached out her hand to him.

"President Lou, I guarantee that as long as the Blacksmith Association joins the Spirit Hall, you can continue doing what you were doing, except for forging some things when necessary. Furthermore, you will be able to set the price of the metals used for forging in Gengxin City in the future, so you don't have to worry about being threatened anymore and can gain more autonomy."

The burly men behind Lou Gao's back lit up when they heard this offer.

What does it mean that they set the prices of metals?

This means they no longer have to be beholden to the Spirit Hall, nor are they exploited by that vampire Miles. They can sell for whatever price they want, and the market decides, not any one person.

"President, please agree!" a burly man couldn't help but speak up.

"Yes, President, with such good terms, only a fool wouldn't agree!"

"We'll never have to put up with that bastard again!"

The burly men chattered amongst themselves, eager to make the decision for Lou Gao.

Lou Gao did not answer immediately.

He has lived for over sixty years, seen countless people, and experienced a great deal.

He knew that there's no such thing as a free lunch.

The better the terms are offered, the bigger the underlying motive is likely.

He looked at Yang Jian and spoke slowly.

"Young Master, if I may ask, who exactly are you? What gives you the right to make decisions on behalf of the Spirit Hall? Forgive my bluntness, but in all my years of life, I have never seen anyone as young as you who can represent the Spirit Hall on such important matters."

Yang Jian took out the Elder's Token from his pocket and flashed it in front of Lou Gao.

"My uncle is Yue Guan, and it was my uncle who asked me to do this today."

He told a small lie, but it was harmless.

In any case, in his future plans, the Spirit Hall will eventually be under his control.

Since Gengxin City is far from the emperor's reach and the mountains are high, no one will discover the problem in a short time.

"hiss!"

Lou Gao saw the elder's token and was finally relieved.

He had seen the Elder's Token once before when he went to Wuhun City on business, and he recognized it.

The material, texture, and shape all match.

He had certainly heard of Yue Guan's name.

An elder of the Spirit Hall, a titled Douluo, with the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum Spirit.

He was a figure standing at the pinnacle of the continent, his status needing no further explanation.

If this was instigated by Yue Guan, then the boy's identity makes sense.

They are not people close to the Pope, but people close to the elders, yet they can still mobilize the resources of the Spirit Hall.

Lou Gao no longer hesitated, reached out his hand, and shook hands with Yang Jian.

"Pleasant to work with."

Yang Jian withdrew his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The terms he offered were so good that the blacksmiths' association simply couldn't find a reason to refuse.

That's exactly what he was after. As long as he got rid of Miles, that villain, and gave the Blacksmiths' Guild enough benefits, Lou Gao had no reason to refuse.

"President Lou, let me deal with this guy first, and we can discuss the specific details later." Yang Jian glanced down at Miles, who was half-dead on the ground.

Lou Gao nodded and made way for him.

Yang Jian dragged Miles toward the gate of the Blacksmiths' Guild, pushed it open, and walked out.

A large crowd of onlookers had gathered outside the gate, a dense mass that completely blocked the street.

They craned their necks to look inside and saw Yang Jian dragging Miles out, causing a stir among the crowd.

Yang Jian stood on the steps at the entrance of the Blacksmith Association, scanned the dense crowd, and poured his soul power into his voice so that it could be heard throughout the entire street.

“I am aware of what Miles has done. I am here today on behalf of the Spirit Hall to punish Miles!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd erupted in cheers.

They had waited for this day for so long that they had given up all hope.

The tyrant who had oppressed them for over a decade, the corrupt official who had plundered the people's wealth, and the scoundrel who was always looking for trouble, finally got their comeuppance.

"it is good!"

"Good fight!"

"Long live the Spirit Hall!"

"Young master, you are a hero!"

Cheers and applause rose and fell; some clapped, some cheered, some had tears in their eyes, and some jumped and danced with the people next to them.

A man who looked like a peddler rushed forward and spat in Miles's face.

A blacksmith took off his glove and threw it at Miles.

An old woman, holding a cane, walked over unsteadily, intending to hit Miles, but was stopped by someone.

Yang Jian stood on the steps, looking at the bustling crowd, his expression calm.

He reached out and pressed down.

The crowd gradually quieted down, and countless eyes were fixed on him.

Chapter 112 Identification

“Miles is definitely going to die today.” Yang Jian’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was infused with soul power and spread to every corner of the street. “But besides that, you can also come to me to report me.”

"Anyone from the Spirit Hall who has done something heinous can tell me, and I will handle it according to the circumstances."

The crowd erupted in cheers once again.

This time it was even more intense and frenzied than before.

In the past, they were oppressed and had no way to complain or seek redress.

The people of the Spirit Hall protect each other and collude with each other, so they can't even get through the gates of the Spirit Hall branch.

This teenager is now saying that he can report it, and he said it in front of so many people.

"I'm reporting this! One of Miles's butlers comes to collect protection money every month, and if we don't pay, he smashes up the shop!"

"I'm reporting him! That old man who manages the warehouse is secretly selling the good metal to others and giving us inferior products!"

"I'm reporting this too! One of the guards takes my ironware without paying and even injured my worker!"

The voices of whistleblowing rose and fell, surging in like a tide.

Yang Jian did not immediately express his opinion, but simply nodded.

He noticed a problem: many people only knew what the other person looked like, but not their name.

Some only knew the nickname, some only knew the position, and some didn't even know the position, only that the person was wearing the Spirit Hall's clothes.

"Alright then," Yang Jian raised his hand, silencing the crowd once more, "Everyone, come with me back to the Martial Soul Branch Hall and identify them face to face."

He turned around, dragged Miles along, and walked back down the street.

The crowd followed behind, a vast, dark mass, like a long dragon winding its way through the streets of Gengxin City.

People kept joining along the way, and the line grew longer and larger.

People were peering out from the windows of the shops on the roadside, especially on the second floor.

……

Gengxin City Martial Soul Branch Hall.

Yang Jian led the crowd back here. The two guards were still standing at the door. When they saw Yang Jian dragging Miles back, followed by a large group of people, their legs went weak.

They quickly stepped aside, heads bowed, not daring to look at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian walked into the hall. The bodies in the hall had already been cleaned up, but bloodstains remained on the ground, and the air was still filled with the smell of blood.

He glanced at the empty hall, stood on the steps, and raised the Elder's Decree.

"What I saw and heard in Gengxin City today has deeply saddened me. A group of people led by Miles are corrupt, oppress the people, and have seriously damaged the reputation of the Spirit Hall."

"I hereby announce that Miles is immediately removed from his position as bishop, and all those suspected of violating laws and regulations will be thoroughly investigated and punished without exception!"

A cheer erupted from the crowd. Yang Jian waved his hand to signal for quiet, then said, "Please line up and report one by one. Don't rush or push. Everyone has a chance."

The crowd began to line up, the queue stretching from the lobby all the way to the main entrance, and then from the main entrance onto the street, winding and seemingly endless.

Yang Jian ordered two guards to summon all the staff members in the branch hall to gather in the courtyard.

The two guards exchanged a glance, not daring to delay, and hurriedly ran into the backyard, knocking on each room door.

Those staff members who were still sleeping, gambling, or drinking in their dormitories were called out. Some were disheveled, some had flushed faces, and some were cursing.

They were herded into the courtyard and made to stand in a row like prisoners awaiting trial.