Merger of the Four Single-Attribute Clans

"Those who submit must die," Lin Fan said calmly. "Submit to the Martial Soul, and you may yet live."

Yang Wushuang finally raised his head, his face pale and his voice trembling. "Young Master, can... can you spare their lives?"

Lin Fan glanced at him and said blandly, "You can, as long as you can make them behave."

Afraid Lin Fan would change his mind, Yang Wushuang hurriedly nodded, then turned and roared at his clansmen, "Shut up, all of you! If anyone dares spout nonsense again, I'll kill him myself!"

The clansmen all glared at him through gritted teeth, but no one dared speak again.

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. From today onward, the Breaking Clan submits to Spirit Hall. Anyone who dares resist will be killed without mercy!"

Yang Wushuang took a deep breath and finally raised his head, his voice hoarse. "The Breaking Clan... obeys."

Bai He and Niu Gao stood to one side, chills running through their hearts. This kid was far too ruthless.

But neither of them said anything. They could only lower their heads and accept their fate.

Five minutes later, every member of the Breaking Clan had swallowed a Poison Pill.

"Nightmare Elder, Spirit Kite Elder, Bai He, Niu Gao, stay behind for now and assist Yang Wushuang in managing the Breaking Clan," Lin Fan continued. "You three clan heads should make preparations. Once the Strength Clan submits to Spirit Hall, your four clans will head to Heaven Dou City and merge into a single sect. Niu Gao, prepare a rough architectural blueprint first."

"Young Master, after merging into one sect, will we still govern ourselves separately?" Bai He asked cautiously.

Lin Fan glanced at him and said blandly, "Unified command, unified management. Anyone who outwardly obeys while secretly defying orders will be killed without mercy. As for the sect master, the heads of your four clans will rotate every ten years."

Niu Gao nodded, though his heart was filled with unease.

Merge into one sect? It sounded simple, but it would not be easy to carry out.

The four clans had long been used to acting independently. How could they suddenly be twisted into a single rope so easily?

Although Niu Gao felt somewhat uncomfortable, he still agreed aloud. "Understood. I'll begin preparing right away."

Bai He frowned and could not help asking, "Young Master, isn't this too rushed? The relationship between the four clans... I'm afraid it won't be so easy for us to integrate."

"It isn't urgent, but it must be done. What Spirit Hall needs is concentrated strength, not separate rule. If you can't handle it, someone else will." Lin Fan's tone remained indifferent.

Bai He and Niu Gao exchanged a look. Neither spoke, but they already understood that this was Spirit Hall's method of further controlling them. After the merger, the four clans' independence would vanish completely, and they would become an arm of Spirit Hall.

"Yes, this subordinate will certainly do his best," Bai He replied with his head lowered.

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. Remember, your task is to make Spirit Hall comfortable. Only after that comes making your own clans comfortable. Whoever dares cause trouble, deal with them. If you do well, Spirit Hall will not treat you poorly."

With that, he turned and left with Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Dugu Bo, leaving the others standing where they were with complicated expressions.

The members of the Breaking Clan remained silent, and the oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.

After Lin Fan left, Yang Wushuang slowly turned around. Looking at the resentful eyes within his clan, he understood that being clan head would not be easy.

"I know you're dissatisfied with me." Yang Wushuang spoke softly, yet every person heard him clearly. "But you must not expect to survive by relying on Spirit Hall's mercy."

Several younger clansmen gritted their teeth. One of them cursed under his breath, "Your brother is already dead, and you're still speaking for them?"

Yang Wushuang's face darkened, and he clenched his fists. "Do you think I don't want revenge? But what can we do now? Risk our lives to kill a few Soul Douluo, only to cost Spirit Hall a single hair?"

He swept his gaze around the room and continued, "If you want revenge, you must first survive. If you cause trouble now, it won't just be you who dies, but the entire Breaking Clan."

No one spoke. Only suffocating silence remained in the air.

"From now on, whoever dares act on their own, don't blame me for making the first move." Yang Wushuang's tone was icy. "Spirit Hall wants us to submit, so we submit. But remember, this is not surrender. It is lying low."

Nightmare Elder sneered from the side. "Your clan head has a clear head. The Young Master has given you this opportunity, so cherish it properly."

After Lin Fan and his group entered Heaven Dou City, they headed straight for the Martial Soul Sacred Hall.

The streets were bustling along the way, with a constant stream of pedestrians.

Salas had already received word of Lin Fan's arrival and personally greeted him at the entrance to the Sacred Hall.

He was now a Titled Douluo, and his status had risen accordingly. He had become an elder, yet he was still assigned to Heaven Dou City to assist Qian Renxue.

Though he felt somewhat unwilling, he also understood that this was an opportunity. As long as he properly handled the matter of the other Young Master, Qian Renxue, being undercover, his future would be boundless.

"Young Master, you must be tired from the journey." Salas led the way as he spoke. "I've already arranged rooms. If you have any instructions, just let me know."

Lin Fan nodded, his calm gaze sweeping over Salas. "Elder Salas, I've always been at ease with the way you handle matters. However, I have some other business to deal with during this visit to Heaven Dou City. Help me make the arrangements."

Salas was slightly taken aback, then nodded. "Please speak, Young Master. I will certainly do my best."

Lin Fan gave him an indifferent glance, took out a letter, and tossed it to Salas. "Deliver this letter to Qian Renxue."

"Yes, I'll handle it at once."

After Qian Renxue finished reading the letter, a cold smile curled her lips. "That brat finally decided to come find me. Grandpa really is something else. He didn't even notify me when the second phase of the Soul Hunting Operation began, making me seem like an outsider."

As she spoke, the letter in her hand ignited with golden flames. Her eyes revealed displeasure mixed with a hint of excitement.

"Pass down the order. I'm going out tomorrow at noon. Unless it's something especially important, don't disturb me," Qian Renxue instructed the maid at her side.

The maid froze and asked cautiously, "Miss, where are you going? Should we arrange guards?"

"No need." Qian Renxue waved her hand. "I'm meeting someone this time. I don't need too many people following me. Just keep an eye on matters in the city."

At noon the next day, Qingfeng Tea House.

Salas had deliberately cleared the place out. Only the luxurious private room at the far end of the second floor had its lights on. Lin Fan reclined against a soft couch, calmly eating an apple.

Not long after, Qian Renxue pushed open the door and entered, a faint cold smile on her face. "Lin Fan, you little brat. Everyone else comes here to drink tea, yet you're eating apples."

"So what? I like it." Lin Fan sat up, biting into the apple as he looked at Qian Renxue. "Aren't you going to change back? Do you really like the identity of Xue Qinghe that much?"

Qian Renxue glared at him coldly, but she still waved her hand. Golden light flashed, and her appearance rapidly changed, returning to her original form.

"You brat, you're getting more and more arrogant." Qian Renxue sat down, her tone carrying a trace of displeasure. "You little brat, you called me here without even giving me a heads-up."

Lin Fan shrugged. "How would I dare? I'm just curious. Doesn't it feel awkward wearing a man's face?"

"None of your damn business!" Qian Renxue grabbed the teapot from the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and downed it in one gulp. "Have I spoiled you too much?"