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

The streets are narrow, and there aren't many shops on either side, selling mostly everyday items, nothing fancy.

Pedestrians strolled leisurely in twos and threes, a stark contrast to the bustling and lively atmosphere of Tiandou City.

Yang Jian descended from the sky, landed at the city gate, and stepped inside.

Instead of rushing to find the Min family, he took a stroll around the streets and had a bowl of local specialty noodles.

The noodles are hand-pulled, the soup is made from bone broth, and it's topped with chopped green onions and cilantro, giving it a wonderfully fragrant aroma.

After finishing his noodles and paying, Yang Jian walked out of the noodle shop and began a mental scan.

His spiritual power, at the level of a Title Douluo, spread outwards from him in all directions, passing through streets, walls, and crowds, covering the entire Jinyuan City.

The city wasn't large, so scanning was quick. In no time, he found the location of the Min clan.

In the southeast corner of Jinyuan City, a remote corner, there were no decent buildings around, only low mud houses and dilapidated shacks.

Yang Jian strode toward that direction.

After passing through several narrow alleys and around a pile of garbage, a courtyard came into view.

The courtyard wall was made of rammed earth, less than a person's height, and overgrown with weeds.

The gate was made of two wooden doors, the paint of which had all peeled off, revealing the grayish-white wood. There were also several cracks in the door panels, through which one could see the scene inside the yard.

The Min family lived in a dilapidated and poor place.

Yang Jian looked at the courtyard, feeling no particular emotion.

Of the four single-attribute families, the Strength family is the richest, followed by the Defense family, then the Destruction family, and the Agility family is the poorest.

Their martial spirit is the swift, which excels in speed and reconnaissance, but is not good at combat or business.

Caught between the Heavenly Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire, their lives were getting worse day by day.

Yang Jian walked up the steps and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

The door opened quickly.

A girl stood behind the door, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a slender figure, fair skin, and delicate features. Her long black hair was tied into a long braid and hung down her back.

Her eyes were large and bright, with black pupils and a hint of wariness and curiosity in them.

She was wearing a light blue dress, which was faded from washing but was very clean. There were a few small flowers embroidered on the hem, but the embroidery was rough, as if she had sewn it herself.

"Who are you looking for?" The girl looked Yang Jian up and down, her gaze sweeping from his face to his body and then from his body to his feet.

The boy looked no older than me, dressed in clean white, with an extraordinary air about him, unlike a local from Jinyuan City.

"I'm looking for your clan chief," Yang Jian said calmly. "There's something I need to discuss."

The girl pressed further, "Why are you looking for my grandfather? You can tell me what you need first, and I'll pass it on for you."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian guessed her identity: Bai Chenxiang.

The granddaughter of Baihe, the patriarch of the Minzhi clan.

He's alright looking, but his cultivation level is just too low, only in his twenties. That's not bad for his age, but in the Spirit Hall, he wouldn't even be close to the Golden Generation.

Yang Jian didn't beat around the bush and directly revealed his identity: "I come from the Spirit Hall. I want the Min Clan to submit to the Spirit Hall. There will definitely be many benefits."

Upon hearing this, Bai Chenxiang's expression changed.

Her brows furrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line, and a flash of anger appeared in her eyes.

The Min clan has fallen into its current state of decline because of the Spirit Hall.

Back then, the Spirit Hall relentlessly pursued and exterminated the four single-attribute families. The Strength Clan was suppressed, the Defense Clan was hunted down, and the Breaking Clan was marginalized.

The Min clan suffered the most; their property was confiscated, their disciples were killed, and the clan leader, Baihe, led the remaining clan members to hide in various places, eventually settling in the remote town of Jinyuan City, where they eke out a living.

Now the Spirit Hall people have arrived, saying they want to submit?

Why?

Bai Chenxiang reached out to close the door.

Yang Jian reached out and braced himself against the door.

Bai Chenxiang pushed the door several times, but the door didn't budge, as if it were nailed to the door frame.

Her face flushed red, the veins on her forehead bulged, and she used all her strength, but the hand pressed against the door was like a mountain, and no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't budge it.

"Let go!" Bai Chenxiang's voice was filled with anger. "The Min Clan does not welcome people from the Spirit Hall! Leave!"

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Yang Jian did not let go, his tone remaining calm: "You are still unable to make decisions for the Min clan. I'm going to find Bai He, so don't stop me here."

"Don't worry, I don't mean any harm. After all, if I really want to do something, no one here can stop me."

Bai Chenxiang thought he was bragging.

How powerful can a boy who looks only a few years older than me be?

Even if the Min clan is weak, it still has Soul Douluo in charge, as well as Soul Saints and Soul Emperors.

Can Yang Jiandan really turn the world upside down by herself?

But after thinking about it, Bai Chenxiang knew that she really couldn't make the decision. Her grandfather was the clan leader, and only her grandfather could decide such things.

She snorted and stepped aside to make way.

"You can go in now."

"But I'm warning you, don't say or do anything reckless. My grandfather has a bad temper. If you anger him, you'll definitely die here!"

Yang Jian didn't reply and stepped into the courtyard.

The courtyard of the Min family was even more dilapidated than he had imagined.

The ground is dirt, full of potholes, and it will definitely flood when it rains.

Several low mud houses were arranged in a circle, with straw on the roof. The straw had turned black, and mushrooms had grown in some places.

In the corner were piles of odds and ends: a broken table, a rotten chair, a rusty iron pot, and a chipped earthenware jar.

In the very center of the courtyard stands an old locust tree with a thick trunk but sparse branches and leaves, indicating malnutrition.

Several elderly people sat under the locust tree; some were playing chess, some were smoking, and some were dozing off.

Their clothes were old and patched upon patched, their faces were full of wrinkles, their eyes were cloudy, and they looked frail and old.

Several young people were cultivating in a corner of the courtyard. Some were practicing boxing, some were practicing legwork, and some were meditating. Their cultivation levels were not high. The highest level was only Soul Master, and the lowest level was only Great Soul Master.

Their clothes were also old, but they were more energetic than the elderly, and their eyes still held a sharp edge.

Everyone has one thing in common: they are thin.

It's not the kind of healthy thinness, but the kind of thinness caused by malnutrition.

He has prominent cheekbones, deep-set eyes, slender arms, and clearly visible ribs.

Their skin was very white, but not a healthy white; it was a pale white from long periods without sunlight.

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, his heart unmoved.

Bai Chenxiang walked ahead, leading him through the courtyard and into the innermost earthen house.

The earthen house was small, containing a desk, a chair, and a bookshelf.

Several books were on the bookshelf, their pages yellowed, some already falling apart.

A map was laid out on the desk, marked with various symbols. Some places were circled in red, and others were marked with arrows in blue.

An old man sat behind a desk, head down, looking at a map.

He was thin, with gray hair and a gaunt face. His eyes were small but bright. He wore a gray robe and exuded a calm and reserved aura.

The patriarch of the Min clan, Bai He, is a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse. His martial soul is the Swift-tailed Swift, known for its speed. However, he is the weakest of the four patriarchs in terms of combat strength.

Bai Chenxiang walked to the desk, bent down and said, "Grandpa, these are people from the Spirit Hall. They want to see you."

Bai He raised his head and looked at Yang Jian.

His pupils suddenly contracted, his body stiffened slightly, and his fingers unconsciously gripped the edge of the map.

Then he took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and said to Bai Chenxiang, "You go out first, close the door behind you, and no one is allowed to come in without my permission."

Bai Chenxiang was stunned for a moment.

She didn't understand why her grandfather wanted her to go out.

What can't I say to her face?

But seeing his grandfather's serious expression, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

She nodded, turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

The door closed, leaving only Yang Jian and Bai He in the room.

Bai He looked at Yang Jian, remained silent for a moment, then sighed, his voice hoarse and low: "The Min clan has always been adept at gathering intelligence."

"I know what happened to the Yu Clan, the Li Clan, and the Po Clan. It all happened when someone claiming to be from the Spirit Hall came to their door, and then... except for the Po Clan, the other two clans were wiped out."

He paused, looked up, and met Yang Jian's eyes. "I suppose it was you who did it."

Yang Jian did not deny it and nodded: "It's me."

Bai He's lips twitched, and the wrinkles on his face deepened. After a moment of silence, he asked, "What brings you to this old man, sir?"

Yang Jian found a chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and adopted a casual posture.

He looked at the white crane and said bluntly, "The Min clan will join the Spirit Hall and serve as scouts. You will certainly receive plenty of benefits."

Bai He's expression changed. He didn't want to agree, but considering that the remaining members of his clan were here, he was afraid that Yang Jian would kill them all in a fit of anger.

This person was able to wipe out the Power Clan and the Guardian Clan; his strength is unfathomable.

The Min clan excels in speed, but is weak in direct combat.

We can't win.

Run? Can you escape?