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

Chapter 28 Wang Hegui, whom I haven't seen for six years

Wang Hegui practically sprinted out.

Six years had passed, and he looked much more prosperous than before. His face was fuller, and his belly was slightly protruding. He wore the robes of a palace master and had a certain official air about him.

He ran to the door, glanced around, but didn't see any important figures, only a tall, slender young man standing there.

"Where's Yang Jian? Wasn't he supposed to be here?"

Wang Hegui looked at the guard, his tone tinged with urgency.

The guard's expression was somewhat strange, and he cautiously pointed to the boy next to him.

"Lord Temple Master, this is—"

Wang Hegui was taken aback and turned to carefully examine the boy in front of him.

Standing over 1.8 meters tall, with striking eyebrows and bright eyes, a handsome face, and an extraordinary and heroic demeanor.

This was completely different from the sallow-faced, thin, and less than a meter tall little boy he remembered.

"You are—Xiao Jian?" Wang Hegui's voice trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Yang Jian didn't speak, but flipped his right hand over.

The three-pointed double-edged sword appeared in his palm. The silver-white blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the three-pointed edge trembled slightly, exuding a chilling sharpness.

Wang Hegui stared at the strangely shaped weapon.

The scene from six years ago in the wooden house in Huangyu Village flashed through my mind.

It can't be wrong.

"Xiao Jian! It really is you!" Wang Hegui's voice trembled with excitement. "You've changed so much, I almost didn't recognize you!"

He looked Yang Jian up and down, and the more he looked, the more alarmed he became.

The skinny child from six years ago has now grown into a heroic and extraordinary young man.

This change is like he's become a completely different person.

"This isn't the place to talk outside, come in quickly," Wang Hegui greeted warmly, personally leading the way.

The office door was closed, shutting out the noise from outside.

Wang Hegui invited Yang Jian to sit down, and personally poured him a cup of tea before sitting down in the chair opposite him.

His gaze never left Yang Jian, his eyes filled with curiosity and amazement.

"Xiao Jian, how have you been these past six years? Are you settling in well at the Spirit Hall?"

"It's alright." Yang Jian picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

Wang Hegui nodded, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "What level are you at now?"

"Have you already reached the Soul Master level?"

Just now, he released his soul power perception to try to probe Yang Jian's cultivation level.

But the moment their senses touched Yang Jian's body, they were repelled by a terrifyingly powerful force.

This feeling was even stronger than some of the Soul Masters he had ever met.

Yang Jian glanced at him, did not correct him, and simply nodded slightly.

A Soul Master at the age of twelve is already astonishing enough.

He didn't want to reveal his true level, and he didn't want too many people to know that he was a Soul King.

Wang Hegui gasped, leaned back in his chair, and remained speechless for a long time.

Six years, from level 10 to level 40.

What does this mean?

An ordinary person would be considered a genius if they could advance twenty levels in ten years, but Yang Jian advanced thirty levels in six years, even though it became increasingly difficult to improve his soul power as he progressed.

Wang Hegui suddenly realized that the boy in front of him was no longer the child he could casually pat on the shoulder six years ago.

A twelve-year-old Soul Master, holding an Elder's Token, will surely be treated like a treasure by the Spirit Hall.

Such a person is far beyond what a mere branch hall master like him can compare to.

His waist unconsciously bent down, and he became cautious.

Yang Jian noticed his change, but her expression remained unchanged, and she didn't even look at him directly.

It's not that he's ungrateful.

Wang Hegui kept in mind the kindness of his brother and Xiaochan in raising him for six years.

But personal relationships are personal relationships, and social status is social status.

If he is too polite from the start, what if Wang Hegui takes advantage of the situation, makes excessive demands, or even uses this favor as an excuse to do something in the future?

Despite his current status in the Spirit Hall.

He could probably easily fulfill any request Wang Hegui made.

But his goals will become bigger and bigger in the future, and his status will become higher and higher, so this door cannot be opened.

"Palace Master Wang," Yang Jian put down his teacup, his voice calm, "thank you for taking care of my brother and Xiao Chan these past six years."

Wang Hegui quickly waved his hand: "No need to thank me, no need to thank me, it's all my pleasure."

"As a reward," Yang Jian interrupted him, her tone leaving no room for argument, "Now, I'm giving you two choices."

Wang Hegui was taken aback, secretly surprised by Yang Jian's calm and composed expression.

Two options?

This way of speaking, this condescending attitude.

It seems that Yang Jian's status in the Spirit Hall is probably much higher than he imagined.

"Little Jian—no, Lord Yang Jian." Wang Hegui subconsciously changed his form of address, lowered his head, and said in a trembling voice, "You don't need to do this. I'm taking care of Yang Jiao and Yang Chan without expecting anything in return."

"I must repay this debt." Yang Jian's tone was calm, but carried an undeniable air of refusal as he stared at Wang Hegui and said, "Otherwise, people will think that I, Yang Jian, am an ungrateful person."

Wang Hegui opened his mouth, but dared not refuse any longer.

"What choice?"

Yang Jian held up two fingers.

"My first option is to arrange for you to work at the Spirit Hall, which will guarantee you a comfortable life for the rest of your days."

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Wang Hegui's breathing became rapid instantly.

Martial Spirit Hall!

That was the ultimate dream of all members of the Spirit Hall.

You should know that once you enter the main hall, the benefits will be maximized, and not only you, but your family will also benefit.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself not to agree immediately.

"The second option —"

"For your second option, I will give you a more advanced meditation method, plus one million gold soul coins."

Wang Hegui's hand trembled involuntarily.

A more advanced form of meditation!

He is thirty years old this year, and his cultivation level is only thirty-four.

With the current meditation method, reaching the Soul Master level in the future would be the limit.

But what if there were more advanced meditation methods?

He might have a chance to become a Soul King, or even a Soul Emperor!

Furthermore, one million gold soul coins would certainly be enough to support his cultivation for many years to come.

Two choices.

Each one was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Wang Hegui remained silent for a long time.

The office was so quiet that only his own heartbeat could be heard.

Yang Jian didn't urge him, and slowly drank his tea.

Finally, Wang Hegui raised his head, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"I choose the second one."

He's only thirty years old this year, still young.

He wants to become stronger.

As long as you become stronger, you may be able to achieve your first choice on your own.

"Um."

Yang Jian was not surprised by this. He casually took out a thin booklet from his pocket and tossed it over.

Wang Hegui caught it in a flurry of activity.

His hands were trembling.

He turned to the first page, glanced at it briefly, and his breathing immediately became heavy. This meditation method was many times more advanced than the one he had practiced.

The cultivation path recorded therein is exquisite and unheard of.

"I don't have a million gold soul coins right now." Yang Jian stood up. "Someone will bring them tomorrow."

Wang Hegui nodded hurriedly, clutching the meditation manual tightly as if afraid it would fly away.

He wasn't worried at all that Yang Jian would renege on the debt.

After all, given Yang Jian's demonstrated talent and status.

A million gold soul coins is probably just a drop in the ocean.

"Let's go, take me to see my brother and Xiao Chan."

Yang Jian walked towards the door.

Wang Hegui suddenly realized what was happening, quickly put the meditation manual away close to his body, and jogged to catch up.

He walked half a step behind Yang Jian.

Bending slightly over.

Their attitude was extremely respectful.

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