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

The petals have a fine sheen that shimmers softly in the sunlight.

Yang Chan's eyes lit up immediately.

She leaned over the table, peered closely, sniffed the delicate fragrance, and exclaimed, "Wow, so beautiful! Second brother, what kind of flower is this? I've never seen such a beautiful flower before!"

"A magical herb." Yang Jian pushed the wooden box in front of Yang Chan, his tone flat. "Eat it."

Yang Chan paused for a moment, then looked up at Yang Jian, her eyes full of confusion.

Eating flowers?

Why would you eat such a beautiful flower?

But she didn't ask any further questions.

My second brother's words must make sense.

She reached out and carefully took the eight-petaled fairy orchid out of the wooden box, held it in her palm, looked down at it, then closed her eyes and put the whole fairy herb into her mouth.

The petals melted in the mouth, transforming into a warm energy that slid down the throat and into the stomach.

That energy was gentle and unhurried, like the warm sun of spring or the breeze of autumn, flowing slowly through her body, nourishing her meridians, bones, and internal organs.

Yang Chan's face gradually turned red, her body became slightly hot, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, trickling down her cheeks.

Her breathing became steady and long, and she entered a wonderful state.

Half an hour later, Yang Chan opened his eyes.

Her eyes were brighter than before, and it seemed as if starlight was twinkling in her pupils.

Her skin was even whiter, her features more delicate, and she radiated a faint glow, as if she had just stepped out of a painting.

She stretched out her right hand, palm up, and a flash of white light appeared.

A small lamp appeared in her palm.

The lamp is small, only about the size of a fist, and is pure white like jade. The lamp base is carved with exquisite lotus patterns, and the lampshade is transparent, with a small golden flame flickering inside.

The lamp looks exquisite and elegant, like a work of art.

Yang Chan's martial spirit has evolved, transforming from an ordinary small lamp into this white jade lamp.

"My martial spirit... has changed!"

Yang Chan's voice was full of surprise, her eyes wide open and her mouth agape.

She carefully sensed the information of her new martial soul, becoming more and more excited as she did so. Finally, she jumped up from her chair and bounced around the living room.

"Second Brother! My new martial soul is called the Lotus Lantern! It's a very powerful support martial soul!"

She ran up to Yang Jian, grabbed his sleeve, and incoherently described the Lotus Lantern's abilities: "It can heal, detoxify, dispel negative status effects, and even enhance teammates' combat power!"

"And its treatment isn't ordinary; it's... well, I can't really explain it, but it's incredibly powerful! From now on, if anyone gets injured, I can just use it on them, and the wound will heal!"

Yang Jian raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He was familiar with the name "Lotus Lantern".

That was a top-grade innate spiritual treasure from the ancient legends.

Although my sister's martial soul is definitely not the real Lotus Lantern, but just a projection of a martial soul named after it, its potential is already immeasurable.

"Not bad." Yang Jian reached out and ruffled Yang Chan's hair. "Keep up the good work."

Yang Chan's soul power also broke through.

He jumped directly from level 14 to level 20, gaining six levels in a row.

This is not the end. Her foundation has been reshaped by the immortal herb, and her talent has been greatly enhanced. Once she absorbs her second soul ring, she can increase her level by several more.

"Second Brother, thank you!" Yang Chan threw herself into Yang Jian's arms, hugged his waist, buried her face in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, almost crying, "You're so good to me!"

Yang Jian patted her on the back without saying anything.

……

Over the next few days, Yang Jian had nothing to do and, thinking that her brother Yang Jiao had not yet returned, decided to help her sister hunt for her second soul ring.

He led Yang Chan, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu away from Linhai City, heading towards the nearest Soul Hunter Forest.

The Soul Hunting Forest is located twenty miles north of Linhai City. It is a forest covering dozens of miles, enclosed by high walls, and is only open to registered Soul Hunting teams.

Yang Jian did not register, nor did she need to register.

He flew over the wall with four girls and landed in the forest.

There are many soul beasts in the Soul Hunting Forest, but their cultivation levels are not high; the highest is no more than a thousand years.

Yang Jian deployed his mental energy scan and quickly found a suitable target.

It was a wood-attribute soul beast, a withered wood spirit that was about eight hundred years old.

It hid inside a dead tree, disguised as part of the trunk, and remained motionless.

Yang Jian walked over and punched the withered tree. The withered tree shattered, and the withered wood spirit rushed out from inside, letting out a sharp screech.

Its body was brown, its skin was rough like tree bark, its limbs were long and thin, and its fingers were curved like tree roots. At this moment, it opened its mouth and sprayed a cloud of green poisonous mist at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't even look at it, and casually slapped it. The withered tree flew out and crashed into a big tree, where it lay motionless on the ground.

“Kill it and absorb its soul ring.” Yang Jian turned to look at Yang Chan.

Yang Chan nodded, walked to the withered tree spirit, squatted down, and a white light flashed in his hand, the Lotus Lantern appeared in his palm, the golden flame in the lampshade flickered.

Then, the golden flames landed on the withered wood spirit, and in the next second they turned into specks of light and dissipated, and a yellow soul ring slowly rose up.

Yang Chan sat down on the ground, attracted the spirit rings, and began to absorb them.

The process went smoothly and was completed in less than fifteen minutes.

She opened her eyes, stood up from the ground, clenched her fist, and felt the newly generated soul power within her body.

"Level 24! Second Brother, I'm level 24!" Yang Chan's voice was full of excitement, his eyes sparkling. "My second soul skill is called Lotus Protection. This soul skill can form a shield on teammates, absorbing damage and reflecting some of it back. Second Brother, isn't that amazing?"

Yang Jian nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Not bad, very impressive."

Yang Chan hopped and skipped around, as happy as a frolicking little rabbit.

Yang Jian smiled wryly, realizing it was time to go back.

When we left the Soul Hunter Forest, the sun was already setting in the west, and the sky was tinged with an orange-red hue.

Yang Jian walked ahead, with Yang Chan beside him, chattering incessantly.

Zhu Zhuqing walked behind, remaining silent.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu walked at the very back, heads down, each lost in their own thoughts.

Not long after they walked, suddenly, the sound of fighting came from afar.

The sounds of clattering, shouting, and screaming mingled together, sounding particularly jarring in the twilight.

Chapter 134 Yang Jiao's Changes

Yang Jian stopped and began to probe with his mental energy, his brows furrowing slightly.

He saw the Deep Sea Hunter Team's flag, several familiar faces, and Yang Jiao.

Yang Jiao was surrounded by four men in black. He had several wounds on his body, his clothes were stained with blood, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and the short fork in his hand was already dull, but he was still gritting his teeth and persevering.

The rest of the Deep Sea Hunter team were in no better shape. Their captain lay motionless on the ground with a knife stuck in his chest.

The vice-captain was surrounded by two men and forced to retreat step by step, on the verge of collapse.

Yang Jian's eyes turned cold, and he vanished from the spot in a flash.

The next instant, he appeared in the center of the battlefield, raised his right hand, and unleashed four punches in quick succession. The bodies of the four men in black flew out like cannonballs, crashing into trees, spitting blood, and dying on the spot.

He raised his left hand again and unleashed two bursts of sword energy, slicing the two men who were attacking the deputy captain in half at the waist.

The battle was over.

From the start to the end, it was only a blink of an eye.

"hiss!"

The members of the Deep Sea Hunter team were all stunned.

They stared wide-eyed and gaped, their minds blank as they looked at the unfamiliar boy before them.

Those men in black were at least Soul Master level experts, two of whom were even Soul Kings, but they couldn't even withstand a single punch from this young man.

Yang Jiao was also stunned.

He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

Then he saw the boy's face clearly: sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a face as handsome as jade.

He knew that face all too well. Although it looked a bit more mature than it had a few months ago, he was absolutely certain he wouldn't mistake it.

"Xiao Jian!" Yang Jiao's voice was hoarse and excited. He rushed over and hugged Yang Jian tightly, as if afraid that his younger brother would disappear if he let go. "How did you get here? How did you know we were here?"

Yang Jian patted him on the back without explaining.

He released Yang Jiao and glanced down at the wounds on Yang Jiao's body.

It wasn't deep, but there were many of them, densely packed, like they had been slashed countless times by a knife.

Blood was still seeping out, and the clothes were no longer recognizable as their original color.

"Let's go back and talk about it first."

Yang Jian turned and walked towards Linhai City.

The vice-captain of the Deep Sea Hunter team wanted to express his gratitude, but Yang Jian had already walked away.

He opened his mouth, but in the end he only bowed deeply.

The other team members also bowed and watched Yang Jian leave.

……

Back at the mansion, Yang Jian asked Yang Chan to take Yang Jiao to clean his wounds and change into clean clothes.

Then, he asked Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu to cook.