I've already been given the title of Douluo, and you want me to be reasonable?

The entire Min clan, from the clan leader Bai He down, are proud individuals. They have always believed that their martial spirit, the Swift, is extremely noble, so they have never been willing to join any sect.

The biggest problem troubling the Min clan is their attack power. If they had enough attack power, they could sustain the clan's survival even by hunting spirit beasts.

If we can recruit them and make them our own, then when we rule the entire Douluo Continent in the future, the Min clan will be the strongest scout legion.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan slightly raised his head, then put one hand behind his back and said with a normal expression, "It seems that I really have to make a trip to the Min Clan."

……

In the main hall of the Min clan.

The white crane, seated in the main seat, was slender but appeared remarkably well-proportioned. Its long hair cascaded down its back, but was snow-white.

If it weren't for his rosy, baby-like face, which would make him look older than Titan and Niu Gao, he would actually be a year younger than Niu Gao.

When using the Martial Soul True Form, the person will transform into a swift with a pointed tail, which is only one meter long and has a wingspan of about one and a half meters.

The other clansmen were also reporting on recent events. The Power Clan and the Defense Clan had suddenly sent word that they hoped the four clans of the single attribute could join forces to help the former Haotian Sect overcome its difficulties.

"Idiot's dream!"

One of the one-eyed elders suddenly slammed his hand on the table, causing the bronze wine cup on the table to tip over, and the amber-colored wine flowed down along the patterns.

"The Clear Sky Sect is a big target, and the Spirit Hall will not let it go easily. If we get involved, what is it but courting death?"

Before the words were even finished, the younger generation of clansmen began to stir, the bronze whistles hanging from their waists jingling with each movement, echoing through the empty hall.

"The Power Clan and the Guardian Clan are truly foolish!"

The gray-haired elder at the head of the table slammed his hand on the table, causing the bronze candlesticks on it to vibrate loudly.

"The Clear Sky Sect has long been in decline. How could the Spirit Hall allow them to rise again? Getting involved in this mess now is clearly courting death!"

A chorus of agreement immediately filled the hall, and the jade pendants at the waists of the young clansmen clattered together with their excited movements.

Bai He's fingertips dug deeply into the cloud pattern on the armrest, his knuckles turning bluish-white.

He gazed at the swift totem painted on the dome of the council hall, the pride of the Min clan passed down for thousands of years, which now appeared somewhat blurry in the flickering candlelight.

"The Power Clan and the Guardian Clan have always valued loyalty and righteousness, and this time..."

"Clan leader!"

The white-haired Third Elder stood up, coughing violently, his age-spotted hands gripping his cane tightly.

"When the Haotian Sect was at its peak, did it ever give us a second glance? Now that it's fallen on hard times, it thinks of single-attribute sects? In my opinion, it's just using us as a shield!"

His words were like a sharp blade, instantly slicing through the stagnant air of the hall. A chorus of approving voices, mixed with whispers of discontent, echoed between the beams and pillars.

Bai He opened his mouth, but in the end, he let out a sigh. How could he not know the pros and cons? But the four clans of the single attribute were already closely connected. If they sat idly by, how would they face the other clans in the future?
Just as they were pondering, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall, and a gray-clad tribesman stumbled in, his forehead still wet with forest dew.

"Clan leader! Lin Yuan from the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy requests an audience!"

These words were like a boulder thrown into a deep pool, and the entire hall fell into an instant silence.

Bai He felt cold sweat seeping from his palms and subconsciously tightened his grip on the jade flute at his waist.

That is the key to unleashing the true form of the Martial Soul.

Lin Yuan's name is renowned throughout the Douluo Continent. He is not only a guest of honor of the Heaven Dou royal family, but is also rumored to control the mysterious Vast Ocean Universe Cover.

"Let him in."

Bai He's voice was so hoarse that even he himself seemed unfamiliar with it, as if he didn't know how to react. Seeing his clansmen instinctively adopt defensive stances, the younger members gripping their sword hilts while the older elders quietly circulated their soul power, he couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself.

When did the Min clan become so paranoid?

As golden soul power surged across the threshold like a tide, Lin Yuan slowly stepped into the main hall.

The oppressive aura emanating from Lin Yuan caused the swifts circling the beams to cry out in terror and flutter their wings to flee.

"Chief White Crane, I apologize for disturbing you."

Lin Yuan stood with one hand behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the tense faces of the crowd before finally settling on the old man in the main seat.

Bai He and the others immediately stood up and bowed to Lin Yuan, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty Lin Yuan."

Everyone knows Lin Yuan; he is the youngest Title Douluo powerhouse in the Douluo Continent. Looking across the entire Douluo Continent, there are almost no ones who can rival him.

Therefore, Bai He and the others dared not be negligent, for fear of offending the powerful figure before them.

Lin Yuan, with one hand hovering behind his back and his expression unchanged, said, "I just heard about the invitations from the Power Clan and the Control Clan. I have a better suggestion..."

"We do not ally with any power!"

Before Lin Yuan could finish speaking, the one-eyed elder interrupted him sharply.

"The Swift Spirit of the Min Clan is born free!"

These words sparked a commotion of agreement, but Lin Yuan's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

As Lin Che raised his hand, three golden soul bones engraved with mysterious runes floated in mid-air, shimmering with a captivating light under the candlelight.

"This is... a soul bone!"

A sudden gasp filled the hall, and the one-eyed elder's shouts abruptly ceased.

Three soul bones slowly rotated in mid-air, one of which shimmered with a glass-like luster, its surface pattern resembling outstretched wings.

A bolt of light, crackling with a deep blue, crackled with the faint sound of thunder.

The last one was entirely crimson, and amidst the sweltering heat, it cast a fiery phantom shadow on the ground.

The oppressive aura emanating from these soul bones was even more suffocating than the aura of the White Crane Clan Chief himself.

"This is a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone!"

The white-haired Third Elder suddenly stood up, his hand holding the cane trembling violently, his cloudy old eyes fixed on the floating treasure.

"This...this is impossible!"

It should be noted that even the most powerful sects only possess a handful of ten-thousand-year-old soul bones, which are considered their most prized treasures.

Bai He's Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed the shock in his heart: "Your Majesty Lin Yuan, using such a precious treasure, your ambitions must be considerable."

Although Bai He's face was as calm as still water, his fingertips unconsciously caressed the jade flute, revealing his inner turmoil.

Lin Yuan chuckled lightly, his golden soul power coiling around the soul bones like silk threads: "Clan Chief Baihe has discerning eyes. These three soul bones are precisely tailor-made to suit the Minzhi Clan's martial soul."

"This soul bone comes with the group attack skill 'Heavenly Fire Spreads Across the Plains'. Combined with the speed of the Agile Clan, it is enough to cover an area of ​​ten miles in an instant."

Lin Yuan slightly raised his right hand and flicked his finger, causing the blue light soul bone to explode. Lightning crackled within the hall, yet precisely avoided the crowd.

(End of this chapter)