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

"Level 73? You're already level 73?"

Yang Jian nodded.

Yue Guan took a deep breath, shook his head, and exclaimed, "You are truly a little prodigy. At twelve years old, you have become a Soul Saint. There has never been anyone like you before, and there will never be one again."

"The entire Douluo Continent is about to undergo a major transformation."

Chapter 132 Yang Chan: Second Sister-in-law!

Yang Jian smiled and said politely, "Uncle Yue, you flatter me. I'm still far from worthy of your praise."

Yue Guan rolled her eyes, too lazy to reply, turned around and walked back to the herb garden, squatted down to loosen the soil again, and casually asked, "What are you doing here? Not here to see me, right?"

"Of course not." Yang Jian walked to his side, squatted down, and looked at the garden full of immortal herbs. "I've come to take two immortal herbs for my brother and sister."

"Also, Uncle Yue, send someone to Dragon Hidden City to inform the Po Clan to come and take over the medicine garden. You won't have to guard this place every day anymore."

Yue Guan nodded without asking any further questions.

Afterwards, Yang Jian found two immortal herbs suitable for her brother and sister, cut them off whole, and carefully placed them into the storage soul tool.

He looked at the garden full of magical herbs, then glanced at Yue Guan's face, which was flushed with satisfaction, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Uncle Yue, I'm leaving."

"Okay, be careful on the road." Yue Guan waved without turning around and continued to squat down to loosen the soil.

Yang Jian turned around and walked out of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, through the poisonous miasma, and back to the outer edge of Sunset Forest.

Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu remained standing in the same spot, motionless.

"Let's go," Yang Jian said.

He used the flight ability of the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone, holding Zhu Zhuqing with his left hand, Xiao Wu with his right hand, and Ning Rongrong between his legs, and took off into the air.

Ning Rongrong had gotten used to this way of flying. She stopped screaming and struggling. She just held onto Yang Jian's calves tightly with both hands, closed her eyes, and kept her mouth shut.

Yang Jian only took five days to travel from Sunset Forest to Linhai City.

The air above Linhai City was filled with the familiar and comforting scent of the sea.

Yang Jian circled in the air once, located the location of the Martial Soul Branch Hall in Linhai City, and landed.

He released his legs, and Ning Rongrong fell from the air, landing on the ground with a dull thud. However, she was already used to it, got up from the ground, dusted herself off, and didn't say a word.

Yang Jian put down Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu from his arms and walked into the Martial Soul Branch Hall.

Wang Hegui was handling official business in his office when he heard a knock on the door. He looked up, saw Yang Jian, and was taken aback.

He quickly stood up, walked around the table, went to Yang Jian, bent down, and bowed respectfully.

"Lord Yang Jian, you're back."

Yang Jian looked at Wang Hegui and noticed that his cultivation level had increased significantly, rising from level 34 to level 41.

He's reached the Soul Master level; his speed isn't slow.

It seems that the advanced meditation technique and the million gold soul coins worked.

"Where are my brother and sister?" Yang Jian asked directly.

Wang Hegui straightened up and replied, "Yang Jiao went on a mission with the Soul Hunting Team. He's been gone for three days and is expected to be back in a few more days. Yang Chan is still in school and should be in class right now."

Yang Jian nodded, then turned and left.

He walked to the door, then stopped and looked back at Wang Hegui.

"Palace Master Wang, thank you for your hard work these past few days."

Wang Hegui was flattered and quickly waved his hand, saying, "It's no trouble at all, it's my pleasure."

Yang Jian said no more, walked out of the Spirit Branch Hall, and led the three women toward the Linhai City Primary Spirit Master Academy.

The college is still the same; it's not big, but it's very clean.

The school building is white, the playground is green, and the flower beds are planted with all kinds of unknown flowers, red, yellow, and purple, vying for beauty in the sunlight.

Yang Jian walked to the entrance of the teaching building and heard the sound of students reading aloud coming from inside.

He stopped and stood at the door without going in.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

The children poured out of the classroom; some went to the toilet, some went to get water, and some chased and played in the corridor.

Yang Jian stood at the end of the corridor, looking at the children, his gaze sweeping over them one by one.

Then, he saw a little girl with a ponytail, fair skin, delicate features, wearing a light blue school uniform, and holding a book in her hand, walking out of the classroom.

Yang Chan, his younger sister.

"Xiao Chan".

Yang Jian called out.

Yang Chan looked up and saw Yang Jian. The book in her hand fell to the ground, her mouth opened, and her eyes widened.

Immediately afterwards, a smile bloomed on her face, as bright as a flower. She ran over, rushed into Yang Jian's arms, hugged his waist with both hands, buried her face in his chest, and spoke in a muffled voice, with a sob in her voice.

"Second brother! You've finally come to see me!"

Yang Jian reached out and ruffled her hair, a slight smile playing on his lips. His gaze fell on Yang Chan; in the few months since they last met, she had grown taller, her skin was fairer, and her features had matured, making her increasingly beautiful.

Yang Chan hugged for a while, then let go, took a step back, and looked up at Yang Jian.

Immediately, her gaze passed over Yang Jian and landed on the three women behind him.

All three are beautiful, each with its own unique charm.

A woman with black hair, cold and elegant.

A girl in a green dress, charming and cute.

She wore a pink dress and looked pure and lovely.

"Second brother, who are these three sisters?" Yang Chan's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a hint of gossip. "Are they all my second sister-in-law?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu all looked at Yang Jian.

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were calm, but her hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.

Ning Rongrong's face flushed slightly, and her eyes sparkled.

Xiao Wu lowered her head, not looking at Yang Jian, nor at anyone else.

Yang Jian smiled faintly, put his arm around Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder, and said, "This is your second sister-in-law, Zhu Zhuqing."

He then pointed to Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu, "The other two are maids I hired."

Zhu Zhuqing's lips curled up slightly, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes. She walked up to Yang Chan, squatted down, looked her in the eye, and extended her hand: "Hello, Xiao Chan, I am Zhu Zhuqing."

Yang Chan took her hand and sweetly called out, "Second Sister-in-law!"

Zhu Zhuqing's smile deepened, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were very depressed.

In Yang Jian's eyes, the maids were just maids.

However, they did not refute it, nor could they refute it.

After all, what they did around Yang Jian was exactly what maids did.

They did all the dirty and tiring work, from cleaning and washing vegetables and dishes to feeding horses and driving carts.

What else could she be but a maid?

"hey-hey."

Yang Chan didn't think much of it. He took Yang Jian's hand, asked the teacher for leave, and then followed Yang Jian out of the academy.

On the way, she chattered incessantly, like a cheerful little bird.

She talked about funny things at school, gossip about her classmates, and embarrassing things about her teachers, speaking with great enthusiasm and gesturing wildly.

"Second brother, what have you been doing all this time? Did you get into a fight? Are you hurt?" Yang Chan's eyes swept over Yang Jian, checking him for injuries.

Yang Jian shook his head, simply indicating that he was traveling around gaining experience.

He mentioned some things he could talk about, such as his trips to Tiandou City, Gengxin City, and the far north.

As for the murders, fights, and revenge, he didn't talk about them, nor did he want to.

Yang Chan was extremely envious, pouting and saying with regret, "Second brother, I also want to go and gain experience. School is too boring. Every day is just classes, cultivation, eating, and sleeping. It's so boring."

Yang Jian reached out and flicked her forehead, his tone serious: "Don't be so ambitious. What level are you at now? You're already thinking about going out? Do you know how dangerous it is outside?"

Yang Chan covered her forehead and stuck out her tongue.

She knew Yang Jian was right. She was only level fourteen, which was quite good for a nine-year-old, but it was definitely not enough for her to go out and gain experience.

She smiled and changed the subject.

"My eldest brother has gone on a mission and probably won't be back for a few more days. Second brother, you have to spend some time with me, my sister-in-law, and the other two sisters these next few days. Let's go out and have some fun together!"

Yang Jian smiled and nodded: "No problem."

"But before that, your second brother has something good to give you."

Yang Chan blinked curiously and asked, "What is it?"

Yang Jian kept everyone in suspense, saying, "Let's go back first, and you'll find out then."

Yang Chan nodded vigorously, her heart filled with anticipation. Holding Yang Jian's hand, she skipped and hopped ahead, her ponytail swinging behind her head.

Chapter 133 The Lotus Lantern

When they returned to Wang Hegui's residence, Wang Hegui had not yet come back. The office door was locked, and the courtyard was quiet except for the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Yang Jian led Yang Chan, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu into the living room, asked them to sit down, and then took out a wooden box from his storage soul tool.

The wooden box was small, entirely black, with no patterns on its surface, and looked quite ordinary.

Yang Jian placed the wooden box on the table and opened the lid. Inside lay a snow-white flower, its petals crystal clear, as if sculpted from ice and snow, emitting a faint fragrance.