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

He had never had any interaction with this Supreme Elder of the Spirit Hall.

The other party suddenly wanted to see him; he had no idea what they were up to.

Yang Jian turned to look at Hu Liena, gesturing for her to go back first.

"Go back to the courtyard and wait for me."

Although Hu Liena was curious, she didn't ask any further questions.

She nodded obediently and turned to walk back.

After taking a few steps, he turned back, waved to Yang Jian, and then disappeared at the end of the bluestone road.

Yang Jian followed the guards, passing through a long corridor and several archways, until they arrived at the Hall of Worship.

The Hall of Offerings is located at the deepest part of the Spirit Hall, where the worshippers cultivate and reside.

The buildings here are more ancient than the Papal Palace, with walls made of bluestone covered with ivy, giving them a very old appearance.

The main gate is black, and three large characters are engraved on the lintel: "Hall of Offering".

The guard pushed open the door and stepped aside.

Yang Jian stepped inside.

The interior of the offering hall was spacious and dimly lit, with the scent of sandalwood filling the air.

In the very center stood a colossal statue of an angel, its entire body golden, its wings outstretched, lifelike, and gleaming faintly in the dim light.

A blond man knelt before the statue, his back to the door, his hands clasped together, praying.

He wore a white robe embroidered with gold patterns, and a gold belt around his waist.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, giving people a sense of awe and reverence.

Qian Daoliu, Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, Level 99 Peerless Douluo, and inheritor of the Angel Spirit.

Chapter 162 Marrying Qian Renxue

Behind Qian Daoliu stood a burly man clad in golden armor. He was tall and strong, with a thick back and a thick waist, long black hair, and a resolute face.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, a level 98 Title Douluo, is the second Elder of the Spirit Hall and the strongest person in the Hall of Elders, second only to Qian Daoliu.

Just as Yang Jian walked in, Qian Daoliu finished his prayer.

He stood up, turned his head, and looked Yang Jian up and down.

Yang Jian was also sizing him up.

Qian Daoliu's breathing was unstable, he was obviously injured, his face was pale, his lips were slightly purple, and his breathing was more rapid than normal.

It seems he was seriously injured in the battle in the Star Dou Great Forest.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was also injured. His left arm was wrapped in bandages, with faint traces of blood seeping through them. His breathing was also somewhat heavy. There was a deep scratch mark on his chest armor, as if he had been scratched by the claws of some ferocious beast.

The other offerings are not present; the injury is likely severe, and the person is unable to get out of bed.

Qian Daoliu looked at Yang Jian, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Soul Saint?"

He sensed Yang Jian's cultivation level: a level 73 Soul Saint.

But what surprised him even more was Yang Jian's physical body.

That restrained yet abundant vitality, that golden luster hidden beneath the skin...

"You are stronger than I expected."

Qian Daoliu's voice was low and hoarse, tinged with emotion.

Yang Jian remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

Qian Daoliu didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

"Some time ago, Xiaoxue told me everything that happened between you two."

He paused, then looked directly at Yang Jian.

"Do you really want to overthrow Bibi Dong?"

Yang Jian nodded.

"Yes."

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Alright, I fully support you."

"At least for now, the Spirit Hall is still under my control."

His tone was calm, but he emphasized those four words, at least for now.

Yang Jian understood the meaning behind his words.

Qian Daoliu was in a bad state and didn't know how long he could control the Spirit Hall. Rather than letting Bibi Dong continue to grow stronger, he decided to take the initiative and put the situation in his own hands.

“However…” Qian Daoliu’s tone changed, becoming more serious, “I hope you can leave the final decision on Bibi Dong to me and Xiaoxue.”

Yang Jian was slightly taken aback, but quickly understood what he meant.

No matter how crazy Bibi Dong is, she is still Qian Renxue's mother.

Although Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong seem to be at odds on the surface, she actually cares about each other quite a bit.

This can be seen from her willingness to accept the mission of infiltrating the Heavenly Dou Empire.

She didn't really hate Bibi Dong; she just wanted to prove herself.

"Okay," Yang Jian nodded in agreement.

Qian Daoliu breathed a sigh of relief, and the seriousness on his face eased slightly.

But Yang Jian hadn't finished speaking.

“However, overthrowing Bibi Dong is only the first step.” He looked into Qian Daoliu’s eyes and said seriously, “My ultimate goal is to unify the continent.”

Qian Daoliu frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Yang Jian spread his hands, his tone relaxed.

"In the present day, the sects on the continent are fighting each other and disobeying orders. The conflicts between Soul Masters affect countless innocent civilians every year. The two great empires are also fighting openly and covertly, wasting resources and manpower. Only by unifying the continent and establishing a unified order will the lives of ordinary people be better."

His tone gradually became serious.

"Otherwise, if things continue like this, the times will only regress, not progress."

Qian Daoliu's brows furrowed even more.

"I disagree."

His tone was very firm.

"The initial concept of the Spirit Hall was merely to balance the power of all spirit masters and maintain the stability of the spirit master world. It never intended to unify the continent. Unifying the continent means war, and war means casualties, which is an outcome I do not wish to see."

Yang Jian looked at him, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Do you think we've truly achieved a balance of power among the Soul Masters on this continent?

Qian Daoliu was stunned.

Yang Jian continued.

"The Clear Sky Sect hides in the mountains, indifferent to worldly affairs; the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan acts willfully and disobeys orders; the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School outwardly cooperates with the Spirit Hall, but secretly engages in constant underhanded tactics. The two great empires are mutually restraining, neither willing to submit to the other. Is this the kind of balance you want?"

He shook his head.

"Unifying the continent is not the goal, but a means. Only a unified order can bring true peace."

Qian Daoliu was speechless.

He knew Yang Jian was telling the truth.

Although the Spirit Hall's strength has been continuously increasing over the years, its control over the continent has become weaker and weaker.

Those sects were outwardly respectful, but inwardly they were disobedient.

The two great empires completely disregarded the Spirit Hall.

He was silent for a long time.

"How do you want to proceed?"

Sendou Ryu finally asked the question.

Yang Jian casually said, "The biggest obstacles now are the three upper sects and the two great empires. All you need to do now is control Bibi Dong and keep her from leaving the Spirit Hall. I can handle the rest on my own."

"I will single-handedly annihilate the three disobedient upper sects. As for the two great empires, Qian Renxue will soon ascend the throne of the Heaven Dou Empire, so we can ignore them. The Star Luo Empire is not very powerful, so it will be easy to suppress them."

After listening, Qian Daoliu remained silent for a long time.

"I promised Tang Chen," he said, his voice slightly hoarse. "As long as I am still alive, I will not target the Haotian Sect."

Yang Jian rolled her eyes.

"That's ancient history, from so many years ago! Tang Chen is dead, what's the point of you still keeping this promise?"

Qian Daoliu's body trembled.

"Tang Chen is dead?"

His voice was filled with disbelief.

"That's right, he's dead. I killed him."

Yang Jian's tone was very calm.

Qian Daoliu stared at him for a while, but ultimately did not ask any further questions.

Qian Daoliu sighed.

"Never mind."

He's old and can't care about so many things anymore.