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

That evening, sounds of fighting broke out inside Snowstorm City.

The sounds came from all directions, some near, some far, some loud, some soft.

Yang Jian used his mental power to investigate and discovered that it was other forces in Wind and Snow City that were eliminating the remnants of the Wang family.

The three strongest members of the Wang family were all dead, and the remaining clansmen were no match for the forces they had once oppressed. The fighting continued all night and only gradually subsided at dawn.

……

For the rest of the time, Yang Jian stayed in the hotel to cultivate the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, hardly ever leaving the room. Except for eating and using the restroom, he cultivated both during the day and at night.

He even forgot about time, not knowing how many days had passed, only that his soul power was increasing day by day.

Level 66, Level 67, Level 68, Level 69.

One morning more than half a month later, Yang Jian opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

His dantian was filled with spiritual power, and energy surged in his meridians. The bottleneck had been broken half an hour ago.

He reached level 70.

Yang Jian stood up and stretched his body.

The bones made a crisp sound, the muscles bulged, and the golden sheen under the skin became even more intense.

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him, and a sense of exhilaration welled up inside him.

We can now hunt for the seventh spirit ring.

At that time, he will be able to unleash one of the core divine abilities of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, the Law of Heaven and Earth!

Overwhelmed with emotion, Yang Jian left his room and knocked on Zhu Zhuqing's door.

"I'm going to hunt for the seventh spirit ring. The Titan Snow Demon King is in the core area of ​​the far north. It's too dangerous there. You can't go."

He looked at Zhu Zhuqing and said seriously, "To be on the safe side, I will find a new hotel in Fengxue City. You can stay there and wait for me."

Zhu Zhuqing was silent for a moment, then nodded.

She didn't say "be careful" or "come back soon," she just looked into Yang Jian's eyes and then reached out to straighten his collar.

Afterwards, Yang Jian found another hotel on the other side of Wind and Snow City and settled the three women in.

This time he chose a more remote place, far from the city center and away from any potential conflicts.

He told Ning Rongrong not to wander off and told Xiao Wu to stay put, then walked out of the Snowstorm City alone.

……

As you travel north from the snow-covered city, it gets colder and colder.

Once outside the city gates, the trees along the road gradually thinned out, the grass gradually turned yellow, and the air gradually grew colder.

After walking for a while, the grassland disappeared, replaced by permafrost.

After walking for another half day, the permafrost disappeared, replaced by white snow. The world was a vast expanse of white, and it was impossible to distinguish where the sky ended and the ground began.

Yang Jian traveled for three days and finally arrived at the outer region of the far north.

There are very few people around here anymore; you can only see a few tents occasionally, which are all the campsites of the Soul Hunter Squad.

A flag was planted outside the tent, bearing the name of the Soul Hunter Squad.

The people in the camp were making fires to keep warm, roasting meat, drinking alcohol, and playing cards. They looked relaxed and leisurely, but their eyes were very alert, and they were always paying attention to the movements around them.

Yang Jian entered a camp to replenish some supplies.

He has some dry food and water in his storage soul tool, but not much, and he needs to buy some more.

Then I ran into three acquaintances.

Shui Bing'er, Shui Yue'er, Li Liu.

The three people sat outside a tent, around a fire, roasting meat.

Apart from Li Liu, who possessed profound cultivation, Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er both looked unwell, with purple lips and bright red noses, clearly suffering from the cold.

Shui Bing'er rubbed her hands together, while Shui Yue'er shrank her neck.

Shui Bing'er spotted Yang Jian first, her eyes lit up, and she stood up to wave at him.

"Yang Jian! Over here!"

Yang Jian walked over and sat down by the fire.

The fire was blazing, making his face hot, but his back remained cold.

What are you doing here?

Shui Bing'er sighed and said, "We came here to hunt for Yue'er's third soul ring, but we've been searching for half a month and still haven't found a suitable soul beast."

"There are quite a few soul beasts in the far north, but they are either too young or too old, or they don't match. So I came out again today to try my luck."

Chapter 129 Titan Snow Demon King

Shuiyue sat beside her, holding a bowl of hot soup in both hands, sipping it slowly.

She looked up at Yang Jian, her eyes curving into crescents.

"Hey bro, are you here to hunt for spirit rings? What level are you?"

Level 70.

Shuiyue'er's hand trembled, and the soup spilled out.

She stared at Yang Jian with wide eyes, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly.

Shui Bing'er's expression was similar; her expression changed from shock to disbelief, and then from disbelief to a complex and indescribable feeling.

Level 70, Soul Saint.

This boy, who looked about the same age as me, was already a Soul Saint.

She's only level 37 now, more than 30 levels away from becoming a Soul Saint.

At her current cultivation speed, it will take her at least five to six more years.

No, maybe longer.

The higher you go, the harder it becomes to increase your soul power. After level 50, each level up requires a lot of time and effort.

Li Liu was no less surprised than the two students, but he also knew that it was better not to know some things, so he asked, "You came to the far north to hunt for the seventh spirit ring?"

Yang Jian nodded without offering further explanation.

He stayed at the camp for a while, replenished his food and water, and then got up to say goodbye.

"Good luck to you."

Yang Jian turned and walked into the wind and snow.

He completely ignored the outer areas of the far north and went straight deeper into the region, heading towards the core area.

The deeper you go, the lower the temperature, the stronger the wind and snow, and the lower the visibility.

The snow on the ground grew thicker and thicker, from ankle-deep to knee-deep, and from knee-deep to waist-deep.

Yang Jian walked on the snow, each step leaving a deep crater.

He encountered numerous ambushes from spirit beasts along the way.

Some suddenly darted out from the snow, some jumped down from the trees, and some quietly approached from behind.

Some have cultivated for a thousand years, some for ten thousand years; they are all fierce and extremely aggressive.

Yang Jian did not stand on ceremony.

Those with serious offenses were killed on the spot.

Those with minor offenses were let off the hook.

He had promised the Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King that he would be lenient with all spirit beasts, unless they were targets he needed to hunt for spirit rings.

The far north is so vast that Yang Jian has been traveling for several days without even seeing a glimpse of the core area, and the deeper he goes, the more blurred his vision becomes.

Snowflakes were falling heavily, everything was white, and you couldn't see anything clearly.

What's more troublesome is that the nearby cold air can also block spiritual energy.

His mental strength is comparable to that of a titled Douluo, but in the far north, he can only probe an area of ​​a few hundred meters at most.

For hundreds of meters, on this boundless ice field, it's no different from being blind.

Yang Jian wandered aimlessly for ten days before finally arriving at the core area. The scene there was even more exaggerated: snow was falling everywhere, the wind was howling, and the cold wind was penetrating to the bone.

The snow on the ground was no longer snow, but ice, a thick layer of ice, as hard as iron, making a crunching sound when stepped on.

The temperature dropped to tens of degrees below zero. Anyone below the Soul Saint level would probably not survive a second in such a place; they would be instantly frozen into an ice sculpture.

Even those at the Soul Saint level and above are affected to some extent, their combat power is greatly reduced.

Yang Jian had cultivated the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, making his physical strength far exceed that of ordinary people, and he also had a strong resistance to the cold, so it didn't have much of an impact on him.

He was wearing a thin white coat, walking in the snow and ice, his face calm and his breathing steady, as if he were walking under the warm spring sun.

"Roar!"

Just then, a deafening roar came from afar, echoing across the ice field and causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Yang Jian stopped and listened intently.

The roar came from the northeast, about a few miles away.

He walked in that direction, stepping on the ice at a leisurely pace, and then crossed an iceberg. The sight before him was breathtaking.

A gigantic soul beast stood on the ice field, its height exceeding one hundred meters, its massive body resembling a moving mountain.

Its body is covered with thick white fur, which flutters in the cold wind. Its limbs are as thick as pillars supporting the sky, and the ground trembles with every step it takes.

It has a large head and a large mouth, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, with ice shards still clinging to them. It is surrounded by a biting cold, and the moisture in the air condenses into ice crystals around it, like tiny diamonds that sparkle in the sunlight.

Titan Snow Demon King!

Based on the appearance of this soul beast and the aura it emitted, Yang Jian judged that it should indeed be the Titan Snow Demon King.

Its cultivation level was very high, approaching 300,000 years. It exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, much stronger than Erming and far stronger than Tang Xiao.