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

They pointed at Yang Jian and questioned Bai He all at once.

"Clan leader! What do you mean by this? What right does an outsider have to sit in the main seat?"

"That's right! Don't we, the Min clan, have any face left?"

"Chief, you must give us an explanation today!"

Baihe raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling everyone to be quiet. His gaze swept across the faces of each clansman, and his voice was loud and firm.

"I have something to announce today."

"I have decided to lead the Min clan to join the Spirit Hall!"

The courtyard was quiet for a moment, then erupted into chaos again.

"What? Join the Spirit Hall?"

"Clan leader, have you gone mad? The Min Clan has fallen to this state entirely because of the Spirit Hall! How could you collude with the Spirit Hall?"

"No! I don't agree!"

Several older members of the clan stood up and pointed at the white crane's nose, cursing it.

They were very emotional, spitting as they spoke, their eyes filled with anger and disappointment.

Chapter 139 Some Died, Some Surrendered

Bai He took a deep breath and raised his voice eight octaves: "Enough!"

His voice echoed in the courtyard, making the leaves of the old locust tree rustle. Several older clansmen were startled and shut their mouths, but their expressions remained defiant.

Bai He's gaze swept across their faces, his tone heavy.

"I don't want to talk about what happened back then."

"But I have something to tell you."

"Back then, it was the Clear Sky Sect that used us as cannon fodder, so it's not the Spirit Hall's fault."

"We risked our lives for the Clear Sky Sect, but they abandoned us. Now we're on the verge of starvation, and the Spirit Hall, disregarding past grievances, has invited us to join, offering 100,000 gold spirit coins per year."

"One hundred thousand gold soul coins is enough to feed our entire clan for ten years. This is true kindness!"

100,000 Gold Soul Coins?

This number was like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone's heads.

Those tribesmen who were still cursing and swearing shut their mouths, those who were still shaking their heads and sighing opened their eyes wide, and those who were still angry and dissatisfied were stunned.

One hundred thousand gold soul coins—they had never seen so much money in their lives.

The Min clan currently earns less than a thousand gold soul coins annually.

One hundred thousand gold soul coins would be enough for them to live on for ten years.

No, it could even take twenty years!

The courtyard fell silent; no one cursed anymore, and no one voiced their disagreement.

But no one agreed; they were still hesitant.

At this moment, a burly man stepped out from the crowd. He was tall and strong, with broad shoulders and a thick waist. He was wearing a black short jacket that revealed his solid muscles.

His face was square, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, full lips, and a short mustache on his chin.

His cultivation level is not low; he is at the Soul Emperor level.

His gaze swept over Yang Jian, and he curled his lip in a disdainful manner.

"Clan leader, you think we can just join the Spirit Hall like that?"

Did you ask for our opinions?

"Besides..."

He pointed at Yang Jian and said, "You're saying this kid is a special envoy from the Spirit Hall? What makes you believe him? The Spirit Hall wouldn't send a little brat like him."

"What a load of bull! I think he's a complete fraud!"

His words resonated with some people.

The older members of the clan began to whisper and discuss among themselves.

Yang Jian glanced at the burly man, then at Bai He, and asked, "Who is he?"

Bai He's expression was somewhat unpleasant. He lowered his voice and replied, "His name is Bai Tie, a Soul Emperor. He married into the Min clan. His martial soul is not the Swift, but the Iron-Armed Ape."

“Over the years, he has formed cliques and cultivated cronies within the clan. I have been hesitant to take action against him because of his strength and influence.”

"He has long been capable of breaking away from the Min clan, but he hasn't left yet. He probably wants to take over the Min clan."

"If the Min clan joins the Spirit Hall, all his years of forbearance will be for naught, so he will definitely oppose it."

Yang Jian nodded, understanding.

He stood up, walked around the table, and went to Bai Tie.

Bai Tie looked down at him with a disdainful smile: "What? Did I hit the nail on the head? Feeling guilty?"

Yang Jian remained silent.

He raised his hand and slapped her across the face, so fast that no one could see it.

"Snapped!"

Bai Tie's body flew out like a fly being swatted away, crashing into the trunk of the old locust tree with a dull thud, and the leaves rustled down.

Bai Tie fell to the ground, spitting blood, his neck bent at an eerie angle, his eyes bulging out, and he remained motionless.

His chest was caved in, and he didn't know how many of his ribs were broken.

Blood flowed from his mouth, nose, and ears, pooling on the ground in a dark red puddle.

The courtyard was quiet.

It was quieter than ever before.

Those tribesmen who were still muttering shut their mouths, those who were still hesitating widened their eyes, and those who were still unconvinced felt their legs go weak.

They stared at Bai Tie's corpse, then at Yang Jian, their minds blank.

The Soul Emperor was slapped to death?

Bai Chenxiang covered her mouth, her eyes wide open.

She remembered what Yang Jian had said before: "If I really want to do something, no one here can stop me."

At the time, I thought Yang Jian was bragging, but now it seems he was telling the truth.

"..."

The white crane stood still, its expression calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

He knew this would be the outcome.

Which of the Power Clan, the Defense Clan, or the Destruction Clan doesn't have a Soul Douluo?

Which one doesn't have a Soul Saint?

Which one doesn't have a group of experts?

The results of it?

Some died, some surrendered.

The Min clan is weaker than the other three clans; to resist would be suicide.

He was glad that he had chosen to submit rather than resist.

Yang Jian withdrew his hand, glanced at the trembling clansmen, and said calmly, "Does anyone still question my identity? Does anyone still object to joining the Spirit Hall?"

No one dared to speak.

The older members of the clan lowered their heads, and the younger members of the clan lowered their heads. They dared not look at Yang Jian, dared not meet his gaze, and dared not even breathe loudly.

Yang Jian turned around, walked back to his seat, sat down, and picked up his chopsticks.

"Have a meal."

Bai He quickly followed, sat down next to him, raised his wine glass, and toasted him with a smile.

The other members of the tribe also sat down, picked up their bowls and chopsticks, and ate with their heads down.

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, but no one dared to leave.

After dinner, it was completely dark, and the moon peeked out from behind the clouds, casting a cool, clear light.

Yang Jian stood up and said to Bai He, "Clan Chief Bai, please stay here for now. Someone will come to make arrangements for the Min clan in a while."

Bai He repeatedly agreed and followed Yang Jian to the door.

"That's enough for now, go back."

The white crane stopped and bowed deeply.

"Please take care, Your Excellency. I... I represent the Min clan to see you off."

Yang Jian waved his hand, leaped into the air, and disappeared into the night sky in the blink of an eye.

The members of the Min clan stood in the courtyard, looking up at the increasingly smaller point of light, their mouths agape.

"He...he can fly..."

"Only Title Douluos can fly..."

"How old is he? In his teens? And he's already a Title Douluo?"

"Thank goodness... thank goodness the clan leader chose to submit... otherwise..."

No one finished speaking, but everyone understood.

Today, the Min family narrowly escaped death.

Bai Chenxiang stood in the crowd, looking up at the direction where the light in the night sky disappeared, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

She recalled the words she had spoken when she followed Yang Jian, the expressions on her face when she questioned his identity, and the disrespect she had shown him.