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

After the two figures, one tall and one short, left the main hall, Bibi Dong leaned against the throne, her gaze somewhat lost in thought.

Decoupled Beast Martial Soul...

She thought of that man again, and of that tangled past. It wasn't until the ghost coughed softly to remind her that she came back to her senses, rubbed her temples, and suppressed those chaotic thoughts.

"Ghost, go and investigate this Yang Jian's background, the more detailed the better."

"Yes."

The hall fell silent again. Bibi Dong gazed at the night sky outside the hall, lost in thought.

At this moment, Yang Jian, who was following behind Yue Guan, was thinking about something else.

Polishing the physical body...

Perfect timing, the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts also require time to cultivate.

Once your physical strength increases, you'll be able to absorb a first spirit ring of a higher age.

The first ring in ten thousand years is not impossible.

"arrive."

Yue Guan led Yang Jian through several corridors, finally stopping in front of a detached courtyard house.

The courtyard is small, but it is decorated with great care.

The path paved with bluestone is lined with unidentified flowers and trees, and in the very center stands a two-story building with upturned eaves and carved windows, exuding elegance.

Pushing open the door, you'll find the room fully furnished, with tables, chairs, and beds all made of fine wood, and bedding as soft as clouds.

Looking at everything before him, Yang Jian felt a sense of unreality.

Just a few days ago, he was sleeping in that drafty stone house in Huangyu Village, sharing a bed with his brother and sister.

Now I live in such a luxurious courtyard; it feels like a dream.

"This will be your living quarters from now on."

Yue Guan took out a thin booklet from his robes and handed it to Yang Jian: "This is the Spirit Hall's highest-level meditation method, far superior to those circulating outside. Familiarize yourself with it tonight, and I will come over tomorrow to personally teach you how to cultivate it."

Yang Jian accepted the booklet and nodded respectfully: "Thank you, sir."

"Just call me Uncle Yue." Yue Guan waved his hand. "His Holiness the Pope has asked me to temporarily guide you in basic cultivation, so I am worthy of being called Uncle."

"Uncle Yue."

Yue Guan gave a satisfied "hmm," gave a few more instructions, and then turned and left.

After the courtyard gate closed, Yang Jian carried the meditation manual into the room and casually flipped through a few pages.

I must say, this is indeed a good product.

The meditation route recorded above is incredibly ingenious; if it were left out, it would likely cause countless Soul Masters to fight over it.

Yang Jian only glanced at it a few times before closing the booklet and casually tossing it on the table.

No matter how good the meditation method is, it can't compare to the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to circulate the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique.

This technique not only strengthens the physical body but also cultivates soul power and tempers the soul's strength, making it far more efficient than any other meditation method.

The soul power in Douluo Continent is essentially a kind of energy of heaven and earth.

The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts can even refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the primordial world, let alone the soul power here.

As the cultivation technique was activated, wisps of soul power gathered from the heavens and earth and merged into Yang Jian's body.

Some of this energy is converted into soul power and stored in the dantian, while the other part is integrated into the limbs and bones, tempering every inch of his flesh and blood.

And so the night passed.

The next morning, Yang Jian was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Young Master Yang Jian, breakfast has been delivered."

A woman's voice came from outside the door.

Yang Jian got out of bed and opened the door, only to see two maids standing at the door carrying food boxes.

They placed the food from the food box onto the table one by one, a dazzling array of seven or eight different items.

The most eye-catching dish was a plate of roasted pork chops, golden in color, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, exuding a rich meaty aroma.

"This is the meat of a hundred-year-old soul beast, specially ordered by His Majesty Yue Guan to be prepared for you," the maid explained. "He said you are malnourished and need to replenish your body."

Yang Jian picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. The meat was tender and juicy, melting in his mouth. It was more delicious than anything he had ever eaten before.

He recalled that for the past three years, every day had been filled with fish, fish, fish.

Grilled fish, boiled fish, steamed fish, pickled fish... he ate so much fish that he felt like throwing up whenever he saw it.

The Spirit Hall, not bad at all.

Yang Jian ate and sighed, finishing off all the food on the table.

After swallowing the soul beast meat, a warm aura spread throughout his body, permeating his limbs and bones, making him feel warm all over.

Just as I put down my chopsticks, I heard footsteps outside the courtyard.

"Is this the place?"

"Yes, I heard he's His Holiness the Pope's newly accepted disciple."

"I'd like to see what kind of person he is."

Three figures appeared at the courtyard gate.

The leader was a girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, with long chestnut hair draped over her shoulders. She had delicate features and her eyes exuded a charming allure.

She wore a tight-fitting training outfit that accentuated her budding figure.

Behind him followed a slightly older boy with short silver hair, a cold and stern face, and an aura that kept strangers at bay.

Finally, there was a red-haired boy, burly and half a head taller than his peers, radiating a scorching aura, like a walking flame.

Yang Jian recognized the three people at a glance based on their unique characteristics.

The Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall: Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan.

"So it's you, kid?"

Yan strode into the courtyard, looking down at Yang Jian sitting at the table with scrutiny and disdain: "Sallow-faced and thin, like a monkey. How could His Holiness the Pope accept you as a disciple?"

Hu Liena frowned slightly: "Yan, don't talk like that."

"I'm just telling the truth." Yan crossed his arms, looking nonchalant, and ordered Yang Jian, "Kid, come on, release your martial spirit and let me see if you're qualified to be His Holiness the Pope's disciple."

Yang Jian put down his chopsticks, slowly wiped his mouth, and then looked up at Yan.

Who are you?

Yan was taken aback, then his expression turned somewhat grim: "My name is Yan, a member of the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall, a level 32 Soul Master."

"Oh." Yang Jian nodded. "So?"

Yan stepped forward, looking down at Yang Jian: "I haven't even been accepted as a disciple by His Holiness the Pope, so what makes you think you can?"

Hu Liena and Xie Yue exchanged a glance but neither of them stopped them.

They were also curious about what was so special about this six-year-old child.

Yang Jian tilted her head: "So what do you want?"

"Let's have a friendly spar."

Yan pointed at Yang Jian with his finger: "I won't bully you. I won't use my soul power or martial soul. I'll just rely on my physical body to show you what the difference is."

Yang Jian glanced at him and suddenly smiled.

There was a hint of mockery in that smile.

"This... Yan, right?" Yang Jian jumped off the chair, looked up at him, and asked, "How old are you this year?"

Yan frowned: "Thirteen years old."

"Thirteen years old." Yang Jian nodded. "I'm six years old. You, a thirteen-year-old boy, want to spar with a six-year-old child, and you say it with such confidence?"

Yan's face stiffened.

Yang Jian continued, "Besides, you're a level 32 Soul Master. Even without using your Soul Power and Martial Soul, your body has already been tempered countless times by Soul Power. I'm just a kid who awakened my Martial Soul a few days ago. You want to spar with me?"

"you……"

Yan's face flushed red instantly.

Xie Yue coughed softly and turned his head away.

Hu Liena covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling slightly, clearly trying to suppress a laugh.

Yang Jian looked at Yan's flushed face and changed the subject: "However, since you're so interested, I'll play along with you."

He actually wanted to test just how strong he could be with his physical body alone, having cultivated the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.