Tianxing City in the Star Luo Empire, residence of the Min Clan.
After leaving the Clear Sky Sect, they moved here. It was only a hundred miles from the Po Clan, which resided in Xingyuan City, so the two clans maintained a very close relationship.
The members of the Min Clan were very proud. After being hurt by the Clear Sky Sect, they would rather live in poverty than under someone else's roof.
Moreover, the clan members had few means of making a living. They lacked offensive power and could not take on guarding or escort jobs like other soul masters. As a result, such a large family sometimes became so poor they had to count their grains of rice to cook.
If not for the annual support from the other three clans, they might have truly starved to death.
However, each family also had its own members to support, so they couldn't provide too much assistance.
Only the Po Clan, which had very few members due to being heavily damaged in a battle more than ten years ago, still had less than a hundred members. Therefore, their consumption wasn't as heavy as the other two clans, and they provided the most support to the Min Clan.
Bai He and Yang Wudi had the best relationship due to this generous support.
Seeing the idle youths in the clan, Bai He felt deeply uncomfortable.
Over the years, the biggest problem caused by the family's poverty was not that the clan members couldn't eat, but the lack of successors.
Due to the lack of cultivation resources—food and medicinal herbs that could assist in cultivation being unaffordable—the younger generation's cultivation level was extremely low.
Now, the strongest of the younger generation in the clan was his granddaughter, Bai Chenxiang.
She had an innate soul power of level 9.
Even in such a resource-scarce environment, she was able to reach the level of a soul master at the age of 14, surpassing the so-called geniuses of major noble families.
Bai He had sighed many times that if his family had enough cultivation resources, Bai Chenxiang would certainly become the first titled Douluo in the clan's history.
But reality was cruel.
At the same time, since the clan members lacked any particular skills, they weren't even qualified to be sent out as working-study students. They could only stay home doing nothing, like salted fish.
"If this continues, the family will be finished."
Thinking about the future of the clan, Bai He couldn't help but have a headache.
Bang, bang, bang!
Hearing that disgusting knock at the door, Bai He, already in a foul mood, grew even more irritated.
"Old Bai He, have you thought it through yet?"
A slightly effeminate voice came from outside.
Spirit Hall, Yue Guan, Titled Douluo, Level 95.
With all sorts of buffs and pressure, Bai He felt completely powerless.
A few days ago, this effeminate-looking Titled Douluo came to his door asking for his Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, saying that if he didn't hand it over, he would face the harshest punishment from Spirit Hall.
Proud Bai He naturally refused.
When they left the Clear Sky Sect, they were hunted by Spirit Hall and had no place to turn, but even then, they didn't give in.
Even when his family was in extreme poverty, he never sold that treasure—something that could fetch millions of gold soul coins.
Now, it was even more impossible for him to give it to Yue Guan, who was practically robbing him.
In the days that followed, Yue Guan came by every day, always saying the same thing—hand over the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng.
Every time, he would leave after saying a few harsh words.
Not only Bai He, but all the Min Clan members felt tremendous pressure from Yue Guan's presence.
Even so, Bai He still refused to back down and shouted at the door:
"You stray dogs of Spirit Hall, get lost! Our clan will never yield to you!"
After hearing this, Yue Guan didn't get angry. Instead, he laughed.
"Haha, very good. You're so stubborn. I'll give you one last day to think about it. But when the time's up… I can't say what I'll do."
As always, Yue Guan turned and walked away after throwing some insults.
What was he obsessed with?
It was clearly the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng.
As the only Plant-type Titled Douluo, Yue Guan had a deep fondness for rare and valuable herbs.
Especially the older a herb was, the more it boosted his cultivation.
The Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, said to be a grade-eight herb that evolved over ten thousand years, only needed ten thousand years to become a hundred-thousand-year-old immortal herb.
Not only was it powerful, but extremely rare.
He never expected a ruined family like this to have such a treasure.
You see, Yue Guan—through his position as an elder of Spirit Hall—had been collecting rare herbs from all over the world for decades, and even then, he only managed to collect a few ten-thousand-year-old immortal herbs.
But it was precisely these few herbs that helped boost his cultivation to Level 95.
If he could get a Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng of tens of thousands of years old, he might just push through to Level 96.
However, no matter how greedy he was, he didn't dare delay Qian Daoliu's orders.
Just a few days ago, he had gone to the Worship Hall to pay respects to Qian Daoliu and asked him to suppress the poison in his body.
"You're from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
Upon meeting, Qian Daoliu's first words nearly gave Yue Guan a heart attack.
Just as he was about to explain in panic, Qian Daoliu waved his hand dismissively and said something unbelievable:
"Don't be afraid. I am now an ally of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
Seeing Yue Guan's shocked face, Qian Daoliu smiled helplessly:
"Yu Xiaowei asked me to do something. I couldn't, so you'll do it for me."
Just like that, Yue Guan took over the task of pressuring the Min Clan.
His mission was simple—force Bai He to hand over the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng and scare him a little.
It was just talk. No real action needed.
When the time came, Yu Xiaowei would take over, and he just had to cooperate and play along.
But… he was so greedy for that ginseng!
After Yue Guan left, the Min Clan's meeting hall fell silent. Everyone wore anxious expressions.
They weren't afraid of Yue Guan using force. At worst, they'd die together. No one in their clan feared death!
But the problem was that Yue Guan wasn't using brute force. His threats were soft but cruel—meant to make their already poor lives even worse.
This soft blade pierced their hearts, and they couldn't resist it at all.
At that moment, a clan member on door duty rushed in with a cheerful expression.
"Clan Chief! The heads of the Yang, Tai, and Niu families have come to visit!"
"Alright, I'll go now."
Bai He's expression didn't improve—in fact, it darkened further.
The current situation wasn't something the three other clans without any Titled Douluo could resolve. Knowing their personalities, if they heard of this injustice, they definitely wouldn't stand idly by.
However, if they interfered directly with Spirit Hall, they would doom their own clans to eternal ruin.
Just as Bai He made up his mind not to tell them about Yue Guan—
Yang Wudi and the other two entered the meeting hall.
What shocked Bai He was that all three old brothers were following a young man—clearly taking him as their leader.
He couldn't help but be surprised:
Who is this tall young man?
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