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

Hu Liena muttered to herself, but then frowned.

With such talent, why is he only a nominal disciple?

When a teacher encounters a genius of this caliber, shouldn't they immediately take him on as their personal disciple?

She had her doubts, but didn't ask them aloud. Instead, she changed the subject: "Where are you from? What kind of martial souls do your parents have? Is your martial soul a mutated one?"

Yang Jian shook his head: "I am the son of a fisherman from Huangyu Village. My parents are ordinary people. My father's martial soul is a harpoon, and my mother's martial soul is a mongrel. As for the mutation...maybe."

Hu Liena nodded thoughtfully.

The probability of a harpoon and a mongrel mutating into a top-tier martial soul is so small as to be negligible, but since Yang Jian was unwilling to elaborate, she didn't press him for details.

"We've arrived at the library."

As the two were talking, a magnificent three-story building came into view.

Above the main gate hangs a plaque with the three large characters "Zangshuge" (藏书阁), written in vigorous and powerful strokes, exuding an extraordinary aura.

Hu Liena stopped in her tracks: "This is the Spirit Hall's library, also known as the Book Pavilion. It houses a vast collection of books on Spirit Master theory and cultivation insights. Just go in and find whatever book you want to read."

"Thank you very much, Senior Sister." Yang Jian sincerely expressed her gratitude.

Hu Liena waved her hand, a slight smile playing on her lips: "No need to thank me. Feel free to ask me anything you don't understand in the future. Focus on your cultivation and don't let your teacher down."

Yang Jian said "Oh" and didn't say anything more, then stepped into the library.

A faint scent of paper wafts through the air, and rows of tall bookshelves are neatly arranged, filled with all sorts of books.

Because the library is located inside the Spirit Hall, it has a very high level of security, so there is no need to worry about anyone coming here to steal books, and therefore no one guards it.

Yang Jian took a deep breath, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

From now on, he must systematically understand the world and expand his knowledge.

Yang ran straight to the nearest bookshelf, picked up a book, and started reading.

Seeing this, Hu Liena stood at the door, lost in thought, still deeply puzzled by Yang Jian's twin martial souls, his innate full soul power, and the fact that his teacher only accepted him as a nominal disciple.

The library was quiet, with only the occasional rustling of pages turning.

Yang Jian sat by the window, holding a thick book, "The Encyclopedia of Soul Beasts: Rare Edition," and was engrossed in reading it.

His gaze swept across the pages of the soul beast atlas. Whenever he saw a soul beast that matched his expectations, he would stop and carefully study its habits, habitat, and the abilities granted by its soul rings.

Hu Liena leaned against the bookshelf next to her, listlessly fiddling with the ends of her hair.

She originally wanted to chat with this new junior brother a bit more and learn more about this genius with twin martial souls, but as soon as he entered the library, he was like a demon, picking up a book and reading it without even sparing her a glance.

"He really is a bookworm."

Hu Liena pursed her lips, but she wasn't angry.

She stood there for a while, then got bored and prepared to leave.

"Yang Jian," she called softly.

"Hmm?" Yang Jian didn't even look up, his gaze still fixed on the pages of the book.

"I'm leaving now, you can take your time looking around." Hu Liena walked to the door, then turned back as if remembering something and added, "By the way, I live in the small courtyard not far from yours. You can come find me if you need anything."

"Okay, thank you, senior sister."

Yang Jian then raised his head, nodded to her, and said goodbye.

Seeing his expression, Hu Liena couldn't help but roll her eyes and turned to leave the library.

Time slipped away quietly with the sound of pages turning.

The light outside the window gradually changed from bright to dim yellow, and then was completely swallowed up by the night.

The soul-guiding lamps inside the library automatically lit up, casting Yang Jian's shadow obliquely onto the ground.

Yang Jian closed the "Illustrated Compendium of Soul Beasts" in his hand, rubbed his sore eyes, and let out a long breath.

"I'm starting to get a general idea."

He leaned back in his chair, his mind racing through the knowledge he had accumulated over the past few days.

His second martial soul, the Howling Celestial Hound, can cultivate autonomously by absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, and even condense a growing soul ring. This means that he doesn't need to worry about the Howling Celestial Hound for the time being, and can concentrate on cultivating his first martial soul.

The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword is a weapon spirit, with an astonishing weight and a sharpness far exceeding that of ordinary weapon spirits.

Given these characteristics, its development naturally focuses on strength and attack.

There are many soul beasts that meet these two criteria, but Yang Jian's standards are not limited to "make do".

He identified two types of spirit beasts in the encyclopedia.

Titan Ape and Dark Gold Devilclaw Bear.

Both of these soul beasts are among the best in terms of strength and attack power.

Titan Apes can reach a cultivation level of over ten thousand years when they mature, and possess the innate ability to manipulate gravity.

This capability, combined with the weight advantage of a three-pointed double-edged sword, is a perfect match.

Imagine this: a single slash brings gravity several times over, leaving the opponent no chance to dodge and forced to withstand the weight of the blade, which weighs over a thousand pounds…

Yang Jianguang felt excited just thinking about it.

Needless to say, the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear is the ultimate representative of strength and attack. Its paws can tear apart the defense of a soul beast of the same level, and its pure attack power is even greater than that of the Titan Giant Ape.

But the best choice is often the hardest to achieve.

The Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear clan mostly lives in the core area of ​​the Soul Beast Forest, and is protected by a bear king with over 400,000 years of cultivation. Hunting a soul ring under its nose is no less difficult than snatching something from a titled Douluo.

“The Titan Ape is a safer option.”

Yang Jian muttered to himself, already having made up his mind.

Although the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear is more tempting, he is not the kind of person who blindly pursues the strongest; acting within his capabilities is the right thing to do.

Moreover, the Titan Ape's talent for gravity manipulation is also outstanding, and its compatibility with the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword may be even greater.

Of course, if he were to encounter a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear that met his requirements, he certainly wouldn't let it go.

Chapter 14 Heading to the Star Dou Great Forest

"No rush, let's set a direction first, and we still need to improve our physical strength."

Yang Jian got up, put the book back in its place, stretched his stiff neck, and walked out of the library.

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the bluestone path.

He walked back the way he came, and this time he didn't get lost.

Back in the courtyard, two maids had been waiting at the gate for quite some time.

"Young Master Yang Jian, you're back."

The maids breathed a sigh of relief and quickly carried the prepared food boxes into the room.

Soon the table was filled with steaming dishes: soup made from the meat of a hundred-year-old soul beast, roasted soul beast ribs, several delicate vegetarian dishes, and a bowl of white rice.

Yang Jian sat down and began to eat heartily.

Practicing the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts every day consumes a great deal of energy, and he can eat much more now than when he first arrived.

……

In the days that followed, Yang Jian's life became more regular.

During the day, I would go to the library to read books and supplement my knowledge in various ways: the habits of spirit beasts, the matching of spirit rings, the geography of the continent, the distribution of power of various families, and so on.

Every night, without fail, he would practice the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

Yue Guan would occasionally come over to guide him on some basic cultivation techniques, such as how to better control his soul power and how to sense the flow of soul power within his body.

Yang Jian studied very diligently, after all, Yue Guan was a level 95 Title Douluo, and even a few pointers from him would be of immense benefit to him.

Time just passed by day by day.

That morning, Yang Jian sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly opened his eyes.

He clenched his fist, feeling the surge of power within him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

In three months, he had cultivated the first level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts to its peak.

Each advancement in this technique requires a certain level of soul power as support.

His current soul power is still at level ten. If he wants to continue cultivating to the second level, he must first break through to level eleven and obtain his first soul ring.

"The Eight-Nine Arcane Technique isn't as difficult as I imagined. It's smooth sailing all the way, with no bottlenecks at all."

Yang Jian muttered to himself, carefully sensing the changes in his body.

In these three months, his transformation can be described as a complete metamorphosis.

His original sallow and thin appearance has disappeared. Although he is still smaller than his peers, the outline of muscles can be faintly seen under his skin, and his whole spirit has been renewed.

The most crucial factor is physical strength.

After three months of continuous training with the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, his physical attributes are now comparable to those of a Soul King, and his mental strength has also been raised to the same level.

A ten-thousand-year-old soul ring can be completely absorbed.

Not only himself, but Xiaotianquan (the dog) has also been busy for the past three months.

Basically every day, he would release the Celestial Hound to cultivate under the sunlight and moonlight.

The aura of the Howling Celestial Dog is now many times stronger than it was three months ago. According to Yang Jian's estimate, it is roughly equivalent to the level of a 30,000-year-old soul beast.

"Yang Jian, are you up?"

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the courtyard.

Yue Guan's voice came through, sounding more solemn than usual.

Yang Jian quickly got out of bed and opened the door.

Yue Guan stood at the courtyard gate, dressed in a purple robe, a faint smile on her alluring face.

But the moment his gaze fell on Yang Jian, his smile visibly froze.

"You kid..."