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

That's right, it's a shadowy figure.

Enveloped in black mist, its features were obscured, but it could be identified as a human.

Such an obvious feature.

A name immediately popped into Yang Jian's mind.

Ghostly!

Wang Hegui frowned, but he could tell that the person was powerful. He quickly dismounted and bowed deeply to the dark figure.

"We are from the Spirit Hall. What is your purpose in stopping us?"

The shadowy figure pulled a token from his pocket: "Where is he?"

Upon seeing the token, Wang Hegui's pupils constricted. He recognized it as an elder's token from the Spirit Hall and instantly understood the other party's identity.

Ghost Douluo!

His body tensed at that moment, he swallowed hard, and seemed somewhat at a loss in the face of a titled Douluo. He pointed to the carriage behind him.

Yang Jian knew it was his turn to appear. He lifted the curtain of the carriage, jumped off, walked to the ghost, and bowed slightly.

"Um."

The ghost glanced at him casually and saw that his soul power had reached level 10, confirming that he was the target.

Without saying another word, she reached out and grabbed his shoulder, then vanished from the spot.

After a while, Wang Hegui finally came to his senses.

Looking at the spot where the ghost had been standing, he gently patted his chest, feeling that his performance just now was really terrible.

But it's not entirely his fault. That was Ghost Douluo, and he was just a level 29 Great Soul Master. How could he possibly handle it so easily?

"It seems that Xiao Jian is really valued by the Grand Hall, as even His Majesty Ghost Douluo came to pick her up personally."

Wang Hegui felt excited again.

If nothing unexpected happens, I'll probably only be able to look up to Yang Jian in the future.

But considering that I helped raise Yang Jiao and Yang Chan, they shouldn't treat me badly.

……

Ghost was a man of action. He carried Yang Jian in his hand, released his soul power to envelop Yang Jian's body to ensure that he would not be injured, and flew towards Wuhun City with all his might, without saying a word.

Yang Jian didn't initiate a conversation, but looked down at the rapidly receding mountains and rivers, his heart filled with longing.

Unfortunately, it seems that only those who reach the Title Douluo level can fly on their own or awaken a specific martial soul.

All he can do now is envy.

However, I remember that one of the skills of the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone is flight. If I could get my hands on it, I could fly even if I wasn't a Title Douluo.

However, according to the current timeline, Tang San is only six years old, and that drunkard is still in Holy Soul Village, so we must plan this carefully.

It would be safe to obtain the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone only when Tang San went to Shrek Academy and Tang Hao was secretly protecting him.

Yang Jian thought to himself.

Two hours later.

As dusk fell.

As Yang Jian felt the ground beneath his feet, he knew he had arrived at his destination.

As the black soul power enveloping him dissipated, a magnificent hall came into view.

It's beyond words.

In any case, it was based on Yang Jian's knowledge base.

There are only two words: awesome.

"Keep up."

The ghost entered the main hall first, its tone icy.

If Yang Jian hadn't known that this was his personality, he would have had no doubt that he would be slapped to death the moment he entered the main hall.

Yang Jian followed obediently behind, looking around, and was then shocked for a whole year.

Good guy!

The main hall is at least a thousand square meters, and its decorations are almost entirely made of gold, making it magnificent and resplendent.

If this were converted into gold soul coins, it would be an astronomical figure.

Soon, he noticed that besides himself and the ghost, there were two other people waiting in the hall.

One of them stood to the side, wearing golden armor, with skin as smooth and flawless as a newborn baby's, and an extremely alluring and beautiful appearance, exuding a feminine and seductive charm.

However, the clearly defined Adam's apple on the neck still confirms that he is male.

It's definitely Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Another person sat on the throne, wearing a black robe with gold trim, holding a scepter about two meters long and inlaid with countless rare gems, exuding a holy yet cold aura.

Her skin was as white as jade, without any flaws, and her face was so exquisite that it was almost perfect. Her long, wine-red hair was tied up with a purple-gold crown, with the rest hanging down to her waist.

Bibi Dong is definitely the one.

"Your Holiness, the person has been brought."

The ghost bowed respectfully, then stepped aside and stood quietly beside Yue Guan, waiting patiently.

"Yang Jian greets His Holiness the Pope."

Yang Jian was not intimidated at all. He withdrew his gaze from Bibi Dong and, mimicking the ghostly manner he had just displayed, cupped his hands in a salute.

This behavior surprised Bibi Dong somewhat.

This child, who looked pale, thin, and malnourished, showed no unease at all when he first met me; his temperament was truly admirable.

She nodded almost imperceptibly: "Yes, your aura has indeed reached level 10, undoubtedly full innate soul power. Release your two martial souls for me to see."

Although he knew that the people below him would not lie to him about this matter.

But you still have to see it with your own eyes.

I'll also take a look at the quality of Yang Jian's two martial souls and see if they're worth taking on as disciples.

"it is good."

Without hesitation, Yang Jian summoned the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword, holding it at a height of about one meter, just right for him to hold in his hand.

The next second, three pairs of eyes turned to the three-pointed double-edged sword, carefully examining the structure of this martial soul.

Throughout history, apart from a few individuals who have specifically studied this area, the quality of a martial soul has been determined by only three points.

The first thing to consider is the appearance of the martial spirit; the second is its initial power; and the third is its endurance limit.

Judging by appearance is easy to understand. Whether it's a weapon spirit or a beast spirit, the more gorgeous the appearance, the better the quality.

Conversely, martial spirits that are generally considered useless, such as hoes and sickles, have very ordinary appearances.

It's easy to understand why it's powerful in the initial stage.

Take the Clear Sky Hammer, known as the number one weapon spirit in the world, as an example. In its initial stage, without any spirit rings, the Clear Sky Hammer weighed 500 jin, and its power is self-evident.

Similarly, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, known as the number one beast spirit in the world, provides a boost to a creature that is far beyond what cats and dogs can offer.

To determine the limits of a martial spirit's endurance, one must apply pressure to the martial spirit and judge its quality by testing the degree to which it eventually breaks or collapses.

The higher the quality of a martial soul, the higher its tolerance limit, and vice versa.

"Hmm, judging from its appearance, it does indeed resemble a top-tier martial soul."

Yue Guan stroked his chin, looking at the handsome yet domineering three-pointed double-edged sword, and gave it high praise.

"Come on, let me test its power."

He reached out to Yang Jian, preparing to test the weight and sharpness of the three-pointed double-edged sword.

Yang Jian naturally wouldn't refuse, and with both hands gripping the hilt, he handed over the three-pointed double-edged sword.

Yue Guan took the weapon, and the moment he held it, his expression changed instantly, and his body leaned forward slightly.

"what?"

He let out a soft exclamation, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This knife is much heavier than I expected.

Although he didn't use his full strength to sense it, he roughly estimated that this uniquely shaped knife weighed at least a thousand pounds, if not more.

If Yue Guan hadn't reached the level of a Symbol Douluo, his strength would have been enhanced by his soul power, and he would have fallen to the ground when he grabbed the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword.

But here is the problem.

How could Yang Jian, a six-year-old child who had only awakened his martial soul a few days ago and was clearly malnourished, possibly pick up this knife?

This is unreasonable.