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

Each place has its own unique spirit beasts, some of which she has never seen before.

The Snow Empress remained silent, a murderous intent flashing in her eyes, so intense it almost materialized. A chilling aura emanated from her, causing the air temperature to plummet by tens of degrees.

She wanted to chase after it, but had to admit that she was simply no match for the white creature.

It's all in vain.

……

Half an hour later, the Celestial Hound circled over a vast sea before slowly landing on a small island.

The island is small, only a few hundred meters in circumference. It is barren, with no trees or grass, only black rocks and white bird droppings.

The waves crashed against the rocks on the shore, making a splashing sound.

The sea breeze carries a salty, fishy smell, and feels damp and uncomfortable against the skin.

Yang Jian jumped off the back of the Howling Celestial Dog and walked to the side of the Titan Snow Demon King.

The enormous creature lay on the rock, barely alive, its eyes half-open and half-closed, its pupils dilated, and a faint whimper escaping its throat.

It was no longer capable of resisting.

Without hesitation, Yang Jian flipped his right hand, and a three-pointed double-edged sword appeared in his palm. He aimed it at the Titan Snow Demon King's eyes and stabbed down.

The blade pierced his eye socket and went straight to his brain.

Titan Snow Demon King's body twitched a few times, then remained completely still.

A scarlet spirit ring slowly rose from the corpse.

The spirit ring, over 200,000 years old, was more concentrated and profound than the 100,000-year spirit ring, resembling a red moon suspended in the air.

Chapter 131 The Gap Between People

Yang Jian sat down cross-legged and began absorbing the spirit ring.

The spirit ring slowly descended, encased him, and merged into his body.

A surge of immense energy rushed in like a tidal wave, washing over his meridians, bones, and flesh.

This time it was more intense than ever before; his 300,000 years of cultivation transformed into a torrent of energy, rampaging through his body.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and used the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique to guide, compress, and refine this energy.

Half an hour later, he opened his eyes.

Soul power level 73, a jump of three levels.

His physical strength increased by another third, the golden sheen under his skin became more intense, his bones became more resilient, and his muscles became more toned.

Two new amplification soul skills appeared in his mind, which were in line with the previous six. Strength, attack, defense, speed, all attributes were improved again on the original basis.

Yang Jian stood up and began to search the corpse of the Titan Snow Demon King.

Soon, he touched something hard—a torso bone.

The skeleton of the Titan Snow Demon King, which is over 200,000 years old, is of extremely high quality and exudes a chilling aura.

Yang Jian considered it for a moment, but did not absorb it.

Because he has better options.

Moreover, after unlocking the Law of Heaven and Earth, his physical strength will reach a completely new level, and this torso bone will have a negligible effect on him.

It's better to keep it and give it to someone who needs it later.

He stored his torso bones in his storage soul tool, recalled his Howling Celestial Dog, stood on the reef of the island, gazed at the vast sea, and fell into deep thought.

He has now unlocked the Law of Heaven and Earth, but that's all; he still needs to learn.

This process will not be short. Once you reach the seventh level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, the difficulty of cultivation increases exponentially, unlike the smooth sailing of the first six levels.

The seventh level requires a lot of time to comprehend, refine, and practice.

He estimated that it would take at least a year.

Yang Jian snapped out of his thoughts, leaped into the air, and used the flight ability of the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone to fly towards Snowstorm City.

The vast ocean receded rapidly beneath my feet, and the sea breeze whistled in my ears.

He hadn't flown for long when he saw the coastline of the continent, then the familiar white snowfields, and then the black walls of the Snowstorm City.

Snow-covered City.

Yang Jian landed at the hotel entrance and pushed open the room door.

Zhu Zhuqing sat on the bed cultivating the Two Nine Mysterious Techniques, Ning Rongrong sat by the window in a daze, and Xiao Wu squatted in the corner with her hands wrapped around her knees.

Hearing the noise, the three people looked up at the same time.

"I'm back," Yang Jian said.

Zhu Zhuqing got off the bed, walked up to him, and looked him up and down.

He had no injuries, his breathing was steady, he was in good spirits, and he seemed to be in very good condition.

Zhu Zhuqing's lips curled up slightly, and she nodded without asking any further questions.

Ning Rongrong stood up from the window, walked up to Yang Jian, and asked curiously, "You've broken through to Soul Saint?"

"Ah."

A hint of envy flashed in Ning Rongrong's eyes.

It's amazing how big the gap is between people.

She sighed, lowered her head, and said nothing more.

Xiao Wu squatted in the corner, motionless, her expression complex, a mixture of fear, despair, and an indescribable numbness.

Yang Jian became stronger too quickly, so quickly that Yang Jian didn't even have time to despair.

Every time she thought that was Yang Jian's limit, Yang Jian would break through to a new level and show even greater strength.

She felt she could never escape.

But to be honest, she's gotten pretty used to being with Yang Jian all this time.

Every day, we eat, sleep, travel, and work, operating like a machine.

There was no fear, no anger, no sadness, no emotion whatsoever.

Even if you ask her to leave now, she might not actually go.

Xiao Wu didn't know where she could go.

Because of what happened last time, Tang San probably won't accept her again.

As for returning to the Star Dou Great Forest?

Both Erming are dead, and now only Daming remains. She is a transformed soul beast, so she is no longer considered a soul beast. If she lives there, she will easily cause trouble for Daming.

Humans will hunt her down, and spirit beasts won't accept her; she can't go anywhere.

Thinking this, Xiaowu buried her face in her knees and closed her eyes.

……

Yang Jian rested well in Snowstorm City for the next three days.

He didn't go anywhere; he just stayed in the hotel.

I slept during the day and at night, making up for all the sleep I missed during this period.

On the third day, he went out for a walk and strolled around the streets.

Snowstorm City has changed a lot. The Wang family's mansion has been sealed off. Seals are posted at the gate, the plaque on the door has been removed, and the stone lions have been knocked down.

With more people on the streets, there were more smiles, and no one dared to ride a horse recklessly or commit violence in the street anymore.

Yang Jian didn't stay long; after taking a quick stroll, she returned to the hotel.

On the morning of the fourth day, he checked out of the hotel and left Fengxue City with Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu.

The carriage traveled along the official road, its wheels crunching over the snow.

Yang Jian sat in the carriage, lifted the curtain, and looked out at the vast white snowfield.

Brother and sister, it's time to go see them.

It's been several months since I left Linhai City. I wonder if my brother's cultivation has improved, and if my sister is doing well at school.

However, before that, Yang Jian had to return to Sunset Forest to bring back a few immortal herbs.

Neither the older brother nor the younger sister was particularly talented. The older brother, Yang Jiao, had a level one innate soul power, while the younger sister, Yang Chan, had a level five innate soul power.

Without the help of the immortal herb, the brother would at most become a Soul Master, and the sister a Soul Emperor; neither could ever become a true powerhouse.

This is not the ending they deserved; they were their closest relatives.

……

More than a month later, the carriage stopped at the edge of Sunset Forest.

Yang Jian left the three women outside and walked into the poisonous miasma alone.

Green mist permeated the forest, thick like liquid, flowing slowly.

Yang Jian's Eight-Nine Arcane Arts activated automatically, isolating the poisonous gas from his body.

He passed through the poisonous miasma and entered the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire.

The red and blue spring waters meet at the springhead, clearly separated.

The medicinal herbs in the herb garden are growing well, even more lush than a few months ago, with thick leaves, bright flowers, and a fragrant aroma.

Yue Guan squatted beside the herb garden, holding a small shovel, loosening the soil around a Qi Rong Tong Tian Chrysanthemum.

His movements were gentle and slow, as if he were handling a baby. He had a satisfied smile on his face, his lips were upturned, his eyes were squinted, and he radiated a kind of happiness.

Hearing footsteps, Yue Guan looked up, saw Yang Jian, and her eyes lit up.

"Xiao Jian! You're back?" He put down the small shovel, stood up, patted the dirt off his hands, walked up to Yang Jian, and looked Yang Jian up and down.

Then his eyes widened, his mouth opened, and the expression on his face changed from joy to shock, and then from shock to disbelief.