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

He needs Qian Renxue's dual identity to help him stabilize the situation of the Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou Empire.

She is the daughter of the former pope and the rightful heir to the Spirit Hall.

With her support, his ascension to the papacy would be legitimate, and those who disagreed would have nothing to say.

The same principle applies to winning over Lou Gao this time.

Lou Gao is a master craftsman who has been operating in Gengxin City for decades and enjoys great prestige.

His blacksmith guild is spread throughout the entire continent.

If Lou Gao can be brought to his side, his plan to unify the Douluo Continent will go much more smoothly in the future.

Yang Jian pulled himself out of his thoughts and began to observe this metal capital.

Gengxin City truly lives up to its reputation as the metal capital; metal products are everywhere on the streets, and even the ground is paved with iron plates.

Sunlight shone on the iron plate, reflecting a blinding white light.

Most of the pedestrians were wearing leather aprons and had calloused hands; they were clearly blacksmiths.

The air was filled with the smells of rust, charcoal, and sweat, all mixed together. It wasn't a pleasant smell, but it had a warm, smoky quality.

The Martial Soul Branch Hall of Gengxin City is located in the north of the city. It is a three-story building with gray bricks and tiles. It is not very grand, but it is much taller than the surrounding houses.

Yang Jian stood at the door, glanced up at the Spirit Hall emblem on the lintel, and then walked up the steps.

Two guards stood at the entrance, dressed in the Spirit Hall's standard light armor, with long swords hanging at their waists.

Seeing Yang Jian approaching, they reached out to stop him.

"stop."

"The Spirit Hall is a restricted area; unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter."

Yang Jian didn't speak, but took out a token from his pocket and handed it over.

The two guards took the token, looked down, and their pupils contracted simultaneously.

Elder's Decree.

Although they had never seen the real thing, they had heard of it.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock.

This boy looks to be no more than a teenager, how could he possibly possess an elder's token?

Chapter 108 The Bishop of the Spirit Hall

Yang Jian retracted the token and said calmly, "Don't tip me off. I'll go in myself."

The two guards opened their mouths, but swallowed the words that were about to come out.

They stepped aside to make way, lowered their heads, and dared not look at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian entered the Martial Soul Branch Hall.

Behind the door was a long corridor with portraits of the successive popes of the Spirit Hall hanging on both sides. The floor was covered with a soft red carpet.

He walked down the corridor, passing several rooms, each with its door open.

He glanced inside and saw several people gambling in some rooms, with copper and silver soul coins piled up on the table. Some people were laughing heartily when they won money, while others were cursing when they lost.

In some rooms, several people were sitting together drinking, with bottles scattered all over the floor and a strong smell of alcohol permeating the air.

Some rooms were completely empty, with a layer of dust on the table, indicating that no one had cleaned them for a long time.

Yang Jian frowned.

However, he did not intervene. He simply memorized the locations of those rooms and the people inside, and then unleashed his mental power, spreading it outwards from himself in all directions.

Soon, he found a figure with a powerful aura in a side hall on the third floor.

At the Contra level, Miles was the only one in the entire branch hall.

Yang Jian withdrew his mental energy and headed towards the stairs.

……

Third floor, side hall.

Miles is in a good mood today.

This morning, I collected protection money. The owner of a blacksmith shop obediently handed over five hundred gold soul coins without daring to utter a single word.

Another new customer arrived this afternoon. She's only sixteen years old, very pretty, and her skin is so white it practically glows.

The door was closed, the curtains were drawn, and the room was dimly lit.

Miles lay on the bed, embracing a young woman, one hand roaming over her body.

The girl had her eyes closed, her expression blank, like a soulless puppet.

"boom--!"

Just then, the door was kicked open, and the door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

Miles was startled and jumped out of bed, frantically grabbing his clothes from the bedside table.

The girl was terrified and quickly covered herself with the blanket, shrinking into the corner of the bed, trembling.

Miles pulled up his pants, turned around shirtless, and saw a boy standing in the doorway.

The young man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a face as handsome as jade, and was dressed in clean white clothes. He leaned against the door frame with his hands in his pockets and a cold expression.

Miles' face turned bright red, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

He, a dignified Soul Douluo and the bishop of the Gengxin City Martial Soul Branch Hall, had his door kicked in, and it happened while he was doing his business.

If word gets out about this, where will he put his face?

Who the hell are you?!

His voice exploded in the room like thunder, making the windows rattle.

Yang Jian did not answer his question. He glanced at the girl huddled in the corner of the bed, trembling, and then at Miles's face, which was contorted with anger. His expression grew even colder.

"Get dressed and come out here to talk to me."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the room, standing in the corridor.

Miles paused for a moment, his anger still burning in his chest, but he was not a pure brute.

To rise to the position of bishop in the Spirit Hall, strength alone is not enough; one must also be intelligent.

He looked at the boy's back at the door, quickly searched his memory, and confirmed that he did not know this person. However, he noticed that the boy's clothes were made of good material and his temperament was not that of an ordinary person. He was definitely not some naive kid.

Miles took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, quickly dressed, turned to the girl on the bed and whispered, "Stay here and don't wander off."

Then, he walked out of the room with a gloomy face.

Yang Jian stood in the corridor, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. When he saw Miles come out, he took out the Elder's Token from his pocket and waved it in front of Miles.

Miles' pupils suddenly contracted.

Elder's Decree.

He had seen this kind of thing before. When he was reporting for duty in Wuhun City, he personally saw an elder holding this order, and no one dared to stop him wherever he went.

He carefully examined the token in Yang Jian's hand; the material, pattern, and luster all matched.

It doesn't seem fake.

His brows furrowed even more.

This boy looks to be only a teenager, how could he possibly be an elder?

The youngest elder of the Spirit Hall is several decades old; I've never heard of an elder who is only a teenager.

Could it be a junior member of some elder, using the elder's token to intimidate others?

Miles's mind raced, and he quickly came to a conclusion.

Regardless of the boy's identity, the fact that he possesses an elder's token means he is not someone to be trifled with.

Even if someone is just a junior of an elder, if you offend them and they say a few bad things about you in front of that elder, your future will be jeopardized.

Miles's anger subsided, replaced by a broad smile.

He bent down and bowed to Yang Jian, his posture as respectful as a servant welcoming his master.

"I was unaware of your presence, young master. Please forgive my failure to greet you properly."

"May I ask your honorable name, sir?"

Yang Jian watched his face change so quickly, sneered inwardly, and instead of answering, asked, "Bishop Miles, do you know your crime?"

Miles was stunned, his smile freezing on his face.

He looked up at Yang Jian, his eyes filled with confusion.

Convicted?

What crime did he commit?

He goes to work and leaves work on time every day, and he collects all the taxes and pays all the salaries due.

He embezzled and accepted bribes, and oppressed the people, but these things were not a secret in the Spirit Hall. Which branch hall bishop did not do the same?

The people above never care, so why is someone suddenly coming to interrogate us today?

“Young master, I don’t quite understand what you mean. What crime have I committed?” Miles’ tone remained respectful, but there was a hint of wariness in his eyes.

Yang Jian's gaze turned colder.

He pointed downstairs, his voice not loud, but every word was like a knife.

"Look at your branch hall! Gambling, alcoholism, dereliction of duty, and the staff below are all lazy and irresponsible. Did the Spirit Hall send you here as bishop just to let you run wild?"

Miles's expression changed.

He realized that this matter wouldn't be so easily dismissed.

However, he was Miles, who had been operating in Gengxin City for over a decade. He had seen many storms and dealt with countless thorny issues, so he knew how to handle this kind of situation.

Miles took a deep breath, his smile returning, and reached into his pocket to pull out a ring. The ring's band was silver-white, and it was set with a pale green gemstone.