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

Chapter 31 Dust Heart, Ancient Banyan

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark figure floated in through the window. Yue Guan appeared out of thin air in the center of the room, dressed in a purple robe, with a faint smile on her alluring face.

He looked Yang Jian up and down, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"This is what a young person should be like." Yue Guan leaned against the window, her tone tinged with emotion. "You used to always look so mature and composed, it made me feel tired just watching you."

Yang Jian didn't respond to that, but instead said directly, "Uncle Yue, I'd like to borrow one million gold soul coins from you."

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Because Yue Guan had been hiding in the shadows all day, he knew perfectly well that Wang Hegui was going to give him the gold soul coins. He nodded slightly and said, "No problem, I'll have someone deliver them tomorrow."

"Thank you, Uncle Yue." Yang Jian cupped his hands in thanks.

Yue Guan waved his hand, and with a flash, disappeared into the night.

For the next three days, Yang Jian put aside all her cultivation and focused on spending time with her brother and sister.

On the first day, they went to the most bustling commercial street in Linhai City.

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Yang Chan was like a bird released from its cage, running around the streets, touching and looking at everything she saw.

Yang Jian bought her several new outfits and also bought Yang Jiao a good quality short fork.

The next day, they went to the beach.

Yang Chan ran barefoot on the beach, picked up a bunch of seashells, and said he would take them back to the college to give to his classmates.

Yang Jiao stood by the sea, gazing at the distant horizon, and told Yang Jian about the interesting things that had happened over the years.

On the third day, they didn't go anywhere; they just stayed at home.

Yang Chan pestered Yang Jian to tell her stories about the Spirit Hall. Yang Jian picked out some of the stories he could tell her, and her eyes sparkled with longing as she listened.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

When they parted, Yang Chan cried her heart out.

"Second Brother—you must come to pick me up soon—" She grabbed Yang Jian's clothes, her voice choked with sobs, tears streaming down her face.

Yang Jian knelt down to wipe away her tears, looking intently into her eyes: "I'll come pick you up as soon as I'm done."

"Pinky promise."

"Pinky promise."

Yang Chan then released his grip, took two steps back, and watched Yang Jian board the carriage with red eyes.

Yang Jiao stood beside her, patted his sister on the shoulder, and said to Yang Jian, "Be careful."

Yang Jian nodded, her gaze lingering on her brother and sister for a moment before she turned and walked into the carriage.

The carriage started slowly, its wheels rolling over the bluestone slabs with a clattering sound.

Yang Chan chased after her for a few steps, but was stopped by Yang Jiao.

She stood there, watching the carriage drive away into the distance, tears streaming down her face.

Inside the carriage, Yang Jian leaned back on the seat, gazing at the scenery rushing past the window, and remained silent for a long time.

Yue Guan appeared in the seat opposite him without disturbing him.

After a long while, Yang Jian finally withdrew his gaze, his eyes regaining their composure and sharpness.

"Where to next?" Yue Guan asked casually.

Yang Jian had already prepared his explanation.

"When I was browsing through the records of previous years in the library, I noticed a person named Qin Ming. He was said to be the second youngest Soul Emperor in the entire continent and had once studied at an academy called Shrek."

"The college must have something to offer if it can produce students like this."

"Next stop, I want to visit Shrek Academy."

Yue Guan nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

"Qin Ming? I've heard of that name before." He stroked his chin. "He's certainly a genius. Shrek Academy must be quite something to have produced someone like him."

"It would be nice to go and take a look."

Yang Jian hummed in agreement, leaned back on the cushion, and closed her eyes.

No abnormalities were found during the moon inspection.

Shrek Academy.

Xiao Wu, I'm here.

The carriage traveled smoothly on the official road, its wheels rolling over gravel with a monotonous sound.

This is the third day since I left Linhai City.

At the current speed, we should be able to enter the territory of the Barak Kingdom in about ten days.

Soto City is located in the eastern part of the Kingdom of Barak, where Shrek Academy is also located.

Yang Jian leaned against the interior wall of the carriage, closed his eyes to rest, but his mind was already planning his next move.

Upon arriving at Shrek Academy, the first thing to do is to confirm whether Tang San and Xiao Wu have already enrolled.

If the plot doesn't deviate too much.

They should already be at the academy by now.

Then----

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Yang Jian's thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

Yue Guan, who was also resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

His eyes, which usually held a hint of laziness, were now gleaming with sharp light, and his expression was extremely solemn.

"What's wrong?" Yang Jian sat up straight.

Yue Guan did not answer, but instead fully activated his soul power perception, probing in a certain direction.

A moment later, his face turned extremely ugly, his lips moved slightly, and he squeezed out a few words.

"How did they end up around here?"

Yang Jian frowned and released his senses.

They discovered that two extremely powerful auras were rapidly approaching from the southeast.

That sense of oppression.

It's definitely not something an ordinary Title Douluo could emit.

Level 95.

He must be at least a level 95 Title Douluo!

There are only a handful of Title Douluos above level 95 across the entire continent.

They will appear at this time and place, and they will be traveling together.

Yang Jian had a vague guess in his mind.

"It's them." Yue Guan's voice carried a hint of apprehension. "Two elders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the two figures were already inches away.

Yue Guan's perception was correct; the other party was heading straight for the carriage, its target so clear that it could not be ignored.

"Chrysanthemum Pass!"

Suddenly, an old yet loud voice came from the sky, carrying undisguised contempt.

"Do you like hiding in the carriage like a coward?"

Yue Guan's face was extremely ugly.

He took a deep breath and turned to look at Yang Jian.

"Stay in the car, don't go out."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Guan's figure had already disappeared from the carriage.

Yang Jian lifted the carriage curtain and looked up at the sky.

Two figures hovered in mid-air, looking down at the carriage below.

The man on the left was tall with white hair and beard, wearing a gray robe, and had a cold, stern face.

Sword Douluo Chenxin.

The man on the right was thin, with a sinister face and unhealthy grayish-white skin. His body was covered with a thin layer of bone armor, and his arms were exceptionally thick and long, with fingertips as sharp as claws.

Ancient banyan tree.

Yue Guan stood in front of the carriage, looked up at the two uninvited guests, his expression so gloomy it could drip water.

"Dust Heart, Ancient Banyan Tree".

His voice carried a hint of wariness: "What do you mean by this?"

Gu Rong crossed his arms and looked over the moon gate, his gaze landing on the carriage.

"Hey kid inside, come out. Don't make me do it myself."

His tone was nonchalant, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

As for Yue Guan, he didn't even bother to give him a second glance.

Although they are both level 95 titled Douluo.

However, the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum is not a martial spirit known for its combat prowess.

Even if Chen Xin were alone, defeating Yue Guan would only be a matter of time, let alone Chen Xin standing nearby.

Yue Guan clenched his fist, actually aiming at Yang Jian!

He stepped forward and blocked the carriage behind him, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"What exactly do you want?"

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