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

For the next three days, Yang Jian stayed in the back mountain to cultivate the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique, and his physical strength improved significantly.

Of course, he also considered passing on the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts to Yang Jiao and Yang Chan, but ultimately gave up.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

If this supernatural skill is discovered by others, my brother and Xiaochan will definitely be in great danger. We absolutely cannot take the risk.

At least until he has the strength to protect his brother and Xiao Chan, or until he has completely established himself in the Spirit Hall, the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts must be kept secret.

"Second Brother!"

Yang Jian lay on a large rock on the back mountain, a Blue Silver Grass, which could be found everywhere on the continent, dangling from his mouth, humming a little tune from his previous life.

Surprisingly, the blue silver grass is quite sweet.

Suddenly, he heard his younger sister Yang Chan calling him. He turned around and saw her running over hurriedly, her little face flushed.

"Second Brother, many Soul Masters have come to the village to pick you up," Yang Chan said, wiping the fine sweat from his forehead.

finally come.

Yang Jian sat up from the big rock, took a deep breath, smiled and patted Yang Chan's head, then picked him up in his arms.

"Let's go."

He carried Yang Chan all the way down the mountain back to Huangyu Village.

Before even reaching the village entrance, they saw a group of soldiers in armor and three very luxurious carriages.

In addition, there was a group of people dressed in Spirit Hall uniforms talking to Old Jerry.

"Little Jane!"

Noticing that Yang Jian was walking towards them, Old Jerry said a few words to the person in front of him and then waved to him.

Yang Jian quickened his pace and walked over, casually placing Yang Chan aside. He calmly called out "Grandpa Jerry," then turned to look at Wang Hegui among the Spirit Hall members.

"Uncle, are you taking me to the Spirit Hall?"

Wang Hegui smiled and nodded, saying, "That's right. Now come with me to the Weihai City Martial Soul Branch Hall, and someone will take you to the main hall."

He's the type of person who gets elated when something good happens.

Just yesterday, he received the order to be promoted to the position of Hall Master of the Martial Soul Branch Hall, a meteoric rise indeed.

In a way, all of this was thanks to Yang Jian, so he found Yang Jian increasingly pleasing to the eye and felt that this little guy was truly his lucky star.

"Oh, okay, let me tell my family first." Yang Jian's face didn't show any surprise as she calmly said.

Wang Hegui waved his hand: "No need for such trouble. I will take your family to Weihai City today. We can talk about it in the carriage later."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian was quite surprised. He nodded and went straight to Yang Jiao, who was watching in the crowd, and pulled him and Yang Chan over together.

Their home was bare, and there was nothing to tidy up.

"Where are your parents?" Wang Hegui asked instinctively, looking at the three children in front of him.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jiao and Yang Chan both lowered their heads, a look of sorrow flashing in their eyes.

"They passed away three years ago."

In the end, Yang Jian offered an explanation.

"Feel sorry."

Wang Hegui was truly surprised and found it hard to imagine how these three children grew up without their parents.

I'm sure they've suffered a lot over the years.

He sighed, feeling rather sorry for Yang Jian. Luckily, he awakened a top-tier martial soul; otherwise, he probably wouldn't even be able to survive.

"From now on, you two can live with me. I will take care of you and make sure you have plenty of food and drink," Wang Hegui said generously.

Hearing this, Yang Jian knew that he wanted him to owe him a favor.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

After all, the lives of the older brother and younger sister will be better in the future.

This is a good thing no matter how you look at it.

"Don't misunderstand, I don't want you to be my children, I just want to adopt you," Wang Hegui added with a smile.

"Well……"

Yang Jiao was usually quite calm and experienced, so he naturally understood that living with Wang Hegui, the deacon of the Spirit Hall, would definitely lead to a good life, but he had some concerns.

My younger brother has made something of himself; I've heard he's destined to become a Title Douluo.

If this uncle has ill intentions and later uses the debt of gratitude for raising them to ask his younger brother to do bad things, then things will get complicated.

"Second Brother."

Yang Chan, who is only three years old this year, is also very clear-headed. He knows that he cannot easily agree to such a thing, so he turns to look at Yang Jian.

"Don't worry, your uncle is a good person, there won't be any problems."

Yang Jian indicated that the two of them did not need to refuse.

In any case, this is the best outcome for the older brother and Xiao Chan at this stage.

With Wang Hegui as their backer, the life of the older brother and Xiaochan in the city is definitely much better than living alone.

He wasn't worried that Wang Hegui had ulterior motives.

After all, he would definitely be valued after joining the Spirit Hall. As a member of the Spirit Hall, Wang Hegui would never dare to harm his brother and Xiao Chan unless he was mentally ill and not afraid of being retaliated against in the future.

As long as he takes good care of his brother and Xiao Chan, he wouldn't mind repaying Wang Hegui properly when he becomes stronger in the future.

"Then it's settled." Wang Hegui nodded in satisfaction and urged Yang Jian and the others to get on the carriage quickly and not stand there.

Yang Jian remained calm, glanced back at the villagers who hadn't been particularly kind to him, but weren't exactly bad either, and then got into the carriage.

The interior of the carriage was even more luxurious, with soft cushions and various seasonal fruits on the table, just like a finely decorated house.

Wow, it's so beautiful.

Yang Chan was the second to enter the carriage. He looked left and right, his bright eyes shining.

Yang Jiao was the third to enter the carriage. He was also shocked, but he didn't show too much excitement and sat awkwardly next to Yang Jian.

"Little brother, it's all thanks to you. If it weren't for you, I would never have had the chance to experience these things in my life. Mom and Dad would be so happy to see how successful you are from heaven."

"Brother, once you get to the city, you can go to school and work hard in your cultivation. You might just be able to make something of yourself," Yang Jian encouraged him from the side.

At the same time, I silently made a vow in my heart.

For his sake, his brother gave up going to the Weihai City Junior Soul Master Academy, wasting three years of training time.

Although my brother's innate soul power is only level one, his talent is very poor. Even if he cultivates hard for the next three years, he probably won't be able to improve by more than a few levels. At most, he will become a Soul Venerable in the future.

But now that he has left Huangyu Village, his brother may not necessarily stop there.

Amazing herb!

As long as we can find the immortal herb for my brother to consume, becoming a Title Douluo is not a dream!

……

Weihai City is not far from Huangyu Village; we set off in the morning and arrived in the afternoon.

Yang Jian sat in the carriage, looking at the magnificent city, his heart filled with emotion.

This is many times larger than Huangyu Village.

As the carriage entered the city, the bustling scene once again thrilled Yang Jian.

After all, this was the first time he had ever left Huangyu Village since he was a child, and seeing such a lively place inevitably filled him with awe.

"Who goes there?!"

Just then, someone shouted, and the carriage stopped abruptly.

Yang Jian peeked out in confusion and saw a dark figure standing in the middle of the bustling street.