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

Chapter 160 Bibi Dong's Proposal?

When Yang Jiao opened his eyes, Yang Jian patted him on the shoulder and said something he would never forget.

“Brother, you can inherit the title of Sea God.”

Yang Jiao was stunned.

The sea god is a legendary deity, the overlord of the sea, and a being that humans look up to.

How could a fisherman's son with mediocre talent inherit the title of sea god?

"Xiao Jian, what did you say?"

Yang Jiao's voice trembled slightly.

Yang Jian briefly recounted what had happened.

He didn't go into too many details, only saying that he went overseas, found the place where the Sea God's legacy was passed down, and then reached an agreement with the Sea God.

Yang Jiao was completely dumbfounded after hearing this.

Sea God's Legacy.

Divine position.

Become a god.

These were words he had only heard in myths and legends before.

Now, his younger brother tells him that he can become the successor of the sea god.

"Xiao Jian, you...you're not lying to me, are you?" Yang Jiao's voice was trembling.

Yang Jian shook his head.

"I'm not lying to you. But there's a condition."

"What are the conditions?" Yang Jiao's breathing quickened.

"You must break through level 60 as soon as possible, and then go to Seagod Island. Seagod said that as long as you do it, he will pass on his divine position to you."

Yang Jiao clenched his fists, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"I will definitely do it!"

Yang Chan clapped happily from the side, her face full of envy, but not jealous at all.

The eldest brother is about to become a god, the second brother is already a Soul Saint, and she is still wandering in the same place.

However, she wasn't in a hurry. With her second brother around, her future wouldn't be bad.

……

In the days that followed, Yang Jian resumed his simple and unpretentious life.

Every morning, he would get up early to practice the Eight-Nine Arcane Skill under the osmanthus tree, and in the evening, he would guide Zhu Zhuqing in practicing the Two-Nine Arcane Skill. After finishing, he would continue practicing the Eight-Nine Arcane Skill.

Yang Jiao and Yang Chan went to the academy for classes every day from early morning to late at night, and when they returned home, they practiced the Two Nine Mysterious Techniques, making rapid progress.

Yang Jiao's soul power has broken through to level 38, and Yang Chan has also reached level 30.

Days passed by like this, uneventful but fulfilling.

On this day, the peace was shattered.

Yue Guan descended from the sky and landed in the courtyard, his face showing a hint of solemnity.

"Little Jane, His Holiness the Pope wants to see you."

Yang Jian frowned.

Bibi Dong is looking for him?

That woman hasn't contacted him since they had that falling out in the Spirit Hall square.

If you suddenly want to see him now, it can't be anything good.

But after thinking about it, he decided to go anyway.

He wasn't afraid of Bibi Dong, but he didn't want to make things too tense.

After all, they were still master and apprentice in name only, so they had to maintain appearances.

After saying goodbye to his family, Yang Jian followed Yue Guan to the Spirit Hall.

The Spirit Hall remains the same, resplendent in gold and magnificent in its grandeur.

In the main hall of the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong sat on a gilded throne, holding a scepter. She wore a black robe with gold trim, and her wine-red hair was tied up with a purple-gold crown, reaching down to her waist.

Her face was still exquisite, but her eyes had a faint red glow.

That was the power of the Rakshasa God corrupting her mind.

Yang Jian stood in the center of the hall, looked at Bibi Dong, and went straight to the point.

"What does the teacher want to see me about?"

Bibi Dong's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of smugness.

"Yang Jian, I have a favor to ask of you."

"what's up?"

"Not long ago, those old guys in the Hall of Offerings somehow learned about the ferocious beast and went to the Star Dou Great Forest. As a result, they all returned severely injured. If it weren't for Qian Daoliu, they would probably be dead."

Her tone carried a hint of schadenfreude, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

"Yang Jian, I believe you have the strength to contend with a Title Douluo. How about we go to the Hall of Offerings with me later and kill those old bastards?"

Yang Jian was slightly taken aback, but quickly understood.

The Thousand-Pound Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo of the Hall of Offerings fought against the Demon King and Bi Ji. Although they escaped in the end, they should have planted something similar to a location marker.

Back at the Spirit Hall, they tried to gather their forces for a counterattack, but they were defeated.

That's actually normal.

Putting aside everything else, the Star Dou Great Forest has Di Tian in charge.

Even if the seven Grand Masters are all peak Douluo, and even if Qian Daoliu is still a Limit Douluo, they certainly wouldn't be a match for Di Tian.

Being able to save his life is a testament to Qian Daoliu's considerable strength.

Bibi Dong is now ordering him to kill the people in the Hall of Offerings.

interesting.

This is an attempt to use him to eliminate dissidents.

The Hall of Offerings has always been the power of the Qian family and Bibi Dong's biggest obstacle in the Spirit Hall. If all the enshrined members of the Hall of Offerings die, the other party will be able to completely control the Spirit Hall.

Yang Jian shook his head.

"Don't go."

Bibi Dong frowned, and the red light in her eyes intensified.

"why?"

Her voice carried a hint of annoyance, and the gem at the top of the scepter shone with a dark red light.

Yang Jian looked at her, his tone calm.

"I don't want to go."

He turned and left.

Yue Guan quickly followed behind him without turning her head.

Bibi Dong sat on the throne, watching Yang Jian's figure disappear outside the palace gate. Her chest heaved violently, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it with reason.

She wanted to take action against Yang Jian, but her instincts told her that the other party was no longer someone she could control.

Even she herself couldn't explain why.

But a voice inside her warned her not to mess with Yang Jian.

Yue Guan caught up with Yang Jian outside the palace and said in a low voice, "His Holiness the Pope is becoming increasingly strange."

Yang Jian nodded.

"I know."

Bibi Dong is being corrupted by the power of the Rakshasa God, and her mind is gradually becoming twisted.

If this continues, he'll eventually go insane.

But that was Bibi Dong's own choice, and it had nothing to do with him.

Yang Jian walked out of the Papal Palace and slowly strolled along the bluestone path of the Spirit Hall.

"Since you're here, why don't you stay for a few days?"

His courtyard is still there, with its bluestone path, carved window lattices, and neatly trimmed flowers and trees, clearly indicating that someone cleans it every day.

He had just reached the courtyard gate when a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Yang Jian!"

He turned around and saw Hu Liena standing not far away, hands on her hips, looking at him angrily.

She wore a light purple dress, and her chestnut hair was draped over her shoulders with slightly curled ends.

With delicate features, almond-shaped eyes that sparkle, she possesses an innate charm.

Her face was flushed with excitement, and her eyes were sparkling.

"Why are you only coming back now?" Hu Liena ran over, tugging at his sleeve, her tone full of reproach. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?"

Yang Jian thought for a moment and came up with an excuse.

"I went out to take care of some business."

Hu Liena clearly didn't believe it, but she didn't press the matter.

She took Yang Jian's hand and led him outside.