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

Chapter 25 His Holiness the Pope is unaware

Inside the main hall, Bibi Dong was sitting on a gilded throne, handling official business.

A thick stack of documents lay before her, her right hand holding a pen, her left hand resting on a report, her brow furrowed as if she were deep in thought.

Six years.

Bibi Dong's appearance has hardly changed. She still has that exquisite and almost perfect face, with fair and jade-like skin, and her wine-red long hair is tied up with a purple-gold crown, hanging down to her waist.

But that sense of oppression that emanates from the very core of one's being.

It was many times stronger than it was six years ago.

Yang Jian understood.

The divine test for the god Rakshasa seems to be progressing smoothly. Bibi Dong is probably at least a level 97 titled Douluo now.

"Yang Jian".

Bibi Dong raised her head, her purple eyes falling on him, a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashing in them.

A Soul King at the age of twelve—such a rate of growth is unparalleled in the entire history of the continent.

Moreover, the first four spirit rings are all ten thousand years.

Even she was amazed by such a configuration.

"Disciple greets teacher." Yang Jian approached and bowed with his hands clasped.

Bibi Dong put down her pen, leaned back on the throne, and looked at him calmly: "What is it?"

"This disciple wishes to go out and train for a while," Yang Jian said truthfully, "and also go home to see my brother and sister, and hunt for my fifth spirit ring."

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow slightly: "Fifth spirit ring, you have a target?"

"Yes." Yang Jian nodded, his tone calm. "There is a 100,000-year-old Titan Giant Ape in the Star Dou Great Forest. This disciple wishes to take it as my goal."

Bibi Dong remained silent for a moment, a strange light flashing in her purple eyes.

A 100,000-year-old Titan ape.

She knew about this spirit beast.

Back when I hunted the 100,000-year-old Soft-Boned Rabbit.

I knew of the existence of that Titan Ape.

"Beside that Titan Ape, there's also a 100,000-year-old Azure Bull Python," Bibi Dong said, her tone carrying a hint of warning. "Should I intervene?"

"Thank you for your kindness, teacher, but I don't need it for now." Yang Jian shook his head. "This time, I mainly want to gain experience and see the local customs and culture. There's no rush for the fifth spirit ring."

His main concern was that if Bibi Dong made a move, she would completely overwhelm them, forcing Da Ming and Er Ming into a desperate situation, leading them to choose to sacrifice themselves for Tang San.

It sounds impossible.

However, as the chosen one favored by two gods, who knows if Tang San might inexplicably appear and be sacrificed by Da Ming and Er Ming.

He thought it best to control Xiao Wu first.

Using this as leverage is a safer approach.

"Um."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, not pressuring him.

She felt that Yang Jian was indeed at an age where he should go out and gain experience.

We can't stay in the Spirit Hall forever.

"Go ahead," Bibi Dong waved her hand, "Be careful."

"Yes, disciple takes his leave."

Yang Jian bowed again, then turned and left the main hall.

After he left, the Papal Palace fell silent again.

Bibi Dong leaned back on the throne, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest, her gaze fixed on the direction of the palace gate, as if she were pondering something.

After a moment, she looked away, her voice calm.

"Moon Gate, Ghostly Appearance."

Two figures emerged from the shadows beside the hall.

Yue Guan, dressed in a purple robe, wore her usual smile on her alluring face.

The ghostly figure remained shrouded in black mist, its expression obscured.

They had been hiding in the shadows, but none of them had eavesdropped on Yang Jian and Bibi Dong's conversation; this was a matter of self-discipline for subordinates.

"Your Holiness the Pope." The two bowed simultaneously.

"Yang Jian has gone out to gain experience." Bibi Dong glanced at them. "What do you think?"

Yue Guan bowed slightly, his tone tinged with emotion: "Six years have passed, and this child has remained in the Spirit Hall, never leaving the house. The few times he did leave, it was to accompany Nana to the city for a stroll. It really is time for him to go out and enjoy the scenery."

Ghost nodded, his voice as cold as ever: "Young man, it's necessary for you to venture out. An eagle that's always kept in a cage can't fly into the clouds."

Bibi Dong hummed in agreement, her slender fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, and said, "He still wants to hunt for his fifth spirit ring. His target is that 100,000-year-old Titan Giant Ape in the Star Dou Great Forest."

Both Yue Guan and Gui Mei's expressions changed slightly, but they quickly returned to normal.

A 100,000-year-old Titan ape.

They certainly knew who the overlord of the Star Dou Great Forest was.

This thing is far superior to those ancient artifacts found outside.

After thinking about it, Yue Guan wasn't surprised.

Yang Jian's first four spirit rings were all ten thousand years long, and the fourth ring came from a Titan Giant Ape that was ninety-nine thousand nine hundred years old. It was only natural that he chose a one hundred thousand year long spirit ring for his fifth spirit ring.

"Yue Guan," Bibi Dong said, looking at him, "you will stay with Yang Jian and protect him closely. If he shows any interest in hunting for a spirit ring, inform me immediately. I will personally help him hunt it down."

"Yes." Yue Guan cupped his hands, his expression becoming solemn.

He taught Yang Jian for six whole years, watching that thin and pale little boy grow up step by step to where he is today, and he had long regarded him as his own family.

A twelve-year-old Soul King, whose first four Soul Rings are all ten thousand years, and whose goal for the fifth Soul Ring is one hundred thousand years. Once such talent is exposed, what will those unstable forces think?

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, Clear Sky School —

They will not stand idly by and watch the Spirit Hall produce another unparalleled genius.

There's a high probability that someone will intervene and nip it in the bud.

Yue Guan's gaze gradually sharpened.

He must protect Yang Jian and not give anyone an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Don't worry too much.

Ghost noticed his old friend's expression, and the black mist rippled slightly.

He and Yue Guan had worked together for many years.

Naturally, one can guess what the other person is thinking.

He rarely spoke at length, saying, "Don't underestimate Yang Jian just because he's only level 50. In terms of combat strength, he's probably not much weaker than an ordinary Title Douluo."

Yue Guan was stunned for a moment, then remembered Yang Jian's monstrous physical strength and the exaggerated weight of the three-pointed double-edged sword, and the solemn look on his face immediately faded a bit.

He shook his head with a self-deprecating laugh: "That's right, that kid really doesn't need me to worry about him too much."

Bibi Dong listened to their conversation and her brows furrowed slightly.

For the past six years, she has been undergoing the divine test of the Rakshasa God, and at the same time, she also had to deal with the mountain of affairs piled up in the Spirit Hall, so she has hardly paid attention to Yang Jian's cultivation.

Why does it sound like Yue Guan and Gui Mei are talking about this now?

"You mean Yang Jian can now go toe-to-toe with a Title Douluo?"

Bibi Dong's tone carried a hint of doubt.

Upon hearing this, Yue Guan smiled slightly.

A hint of pride flashed in his eyes as he took a step forward, making no attempt to hide his admiration.

"Your Holiness may not know this, but I recently tested Yang Jian's physical strength, and it is now comparable to that of an ordinary Title Douluo."

"Like that old poisoner."

"In terms of physical strength alone, even the old poison master can't compare to Yang Jian."

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly.

Yue Guan continued, "And his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword Martial Soul now weighs 50,000 jin. Your Majesty, can you imagine what a 50,000-jin weapon, plus the amplification of four soul skills, would mean if you slashed it once?"

"An ordinary Title Douluo could be killed outright if he's not careful."

"Moreover, I always felt that the kid was holding back."

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