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

No one could withstand that blow.

Dai Tianli watched his soldiers die one by one, his heart breaking.

He wanted to go up and help, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

He wanted to run away, but his body wouldn't obey him.

He could only stand there and watch helplessly as his soldiers were slaughtered.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, all the soldiers brought by Dai Tianli were dead.

The corpses lay scattered on the ground, their blood staining the grass red.

Yang Jian sheathed his three-pointed double-edged sword, shook the blood off his hands, turned around, and looked at Dai Tianli, Davis, and Zhu Zhuyun, who were standing there dumbfounded.

The three people stood together, trembling, their faces pale, their eyes filled with fear.

Their lips were trembling, their teeth were chattering, and their legs were going weak.

Yang Jian looked at the three people, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

"Of the three of you, only one can live today. The choice is yours."

The three of them were stunned at the same time.

Alive.

Who doesn't want to live?

Dai Tianli was the first to react.

He glanced at Davis, then at Zhu Zhuyun, quickly calculating in his mind.

He is the General Who Guards the North, commanding an army of 100,000. The Star Luo Empire cannot do without him.

He must live!

Davis also realized what was happening.

He is the eldest prince, the future emperor.

If he dies, the Star Luo Empire will have no successor.

He must live!

Zhu Zhuyun didn't speak, but just looked at Yang Jian with pleading in her eyes.

The three people went from being silent to arguing endlessly, each believing they should live.

"I am the General Who Guards the North, and the Star Luo Empire cannot do without me!" Dai Tianli's voice was loud.

"I am the eldest prince, the future emperor, and the Star Luo Empire cannot do without me!" Davis's voice was also loud.

"I'm……"

Zhu Zhuyun had just opened her mouth when Dai Tianli made his move.

He was a Soul Douluo, and although he couldn't beat Yang Jian, he was more than capable of taking on two young people at the Soul Master level.

His right hand transformed into a tiger's claw, smashing Davis's head with a single blow.

Then, with a backhand strike, he hit Zhu Zhuyun in the chest.

Zhu Zhuyun's body flew out, crashed to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and died completely.

Dai Tianli's face was splattered with blood, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

He shook the blood off his hands, looked at Yang Jian, and asked, "Can we go now?"

Yang Jian nodded.

Dai Tianli turned and ran without looking back.

He moved with lightning speed, disappearing into the jungle in the blink of an eye.

He had already decided that when he got back, he would say that Yang Jian had killed Davis and Zhu Zhuyun.

Anyway, with no one to prove it, nobody knows it was him who did it.

Yang Jian watched Dai Tianli's figure disappear without giving chase.

He glanced at the bodies of Davis and Zhu Zhuyun, then at the corpses of the soldiers on the ground, and turned to leave.

The figure gradually disappeared into the night.

Chapter 179 Ascending to the Pope's Throne

When Yang Jian returned to the Spirit Hall, it was already completely dark.

He stood in front of the Spirit Hall's gate and looked up at the magnificent golden building.

The dome of the Papal Palace gleamed softly in the moonlight, like a giant gem set in the night sky.

He looked at it for a few seconds, then stepped inside.

His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, each step steady and firm.

The Spirit Hall is much quieter at night than during the day.

Most people had already gone to rest, with only a few guards on night duty patrolling.

When they saw Yang Jian, they all stopped and bowed in greeting.

Yang Jian did not respond, but walked straight through the corridor toward Yue Guan's residence.

He decided to ascend to the papacy.

This was something I had planned long ago.

The Spirit Hall wields immense influence on the continent, no less than that of the two great empires.

Only by becoming the Pope can one control this platform with a legitimate cause.

He can get things done by himself, but it will be quite troublesome.

He would be better off spending that time studying the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts; the benefits don't justify the effort.

Therefore, he needs the Spirit Hall's name, a legitimate identity, so that no one on the continent can refute his actions.

Yang Jian went directly to Yue Guan.

Yue Guan's courtyard is located on the west side of the Spirit Hall. It is a secluded corner filled with all kinds of flowers and plants.

During the day, the place is filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, but at night it is so quiet that only the chirping of insects can be heard.

Yue Guan prefers peace and quiet and dislikes being disturbed, so his residence is the most remote place in the entire Spirit Hall.

When Yang Jian pushed open the courtyard gate, Yue Guan was squatting next to the flower bed, holding a small watering can, watering the Blue Silver Emperor.

That Blue Silver Emperor is Ah Yin, Tang San's mother. It is currently planted in the sunniest spot in the yard, its leaves gleaming with a faint luster, and it is growing very well.

Yue Guan waters it, loosens the soil, and prunes the dead leaves every day, taking even better care of it than her own child.

His movements were very gentle and slow, as if he were handling a baby. He had a satisfied smile on his face, humming a little tune, and seemed to be in a very good mood.

Ghost stood to the side, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, chatting casually with Yue Guan.

His figure was still shrouded in a thin layer of black mist, making it impossible to see his face; only his eyes were faintly visible in the mist.

His voice still had that sinister tone, as if he had a mouthful of sand in his throat; you couldn't understand what he was saying unless you listened carefully.

"Old Ju, when do you think this Blue Silver Emperor will develop sentience?" The ghostly tone carried a hint of teasing.

"What's the rush? You can't rush things like growing flowers and plants. What do you know about growing flowers and plants when you're an assassin?" Yue Guan didn't even look up and continued watering. "Blue Silver Grass has a very long growth cycle, ranging from several decades to over a hundred years. Blue Silver Emperor will probably take even longer. You need to be patient."

“I may not understand flowers and plants, but I understand you.” The ghostly tone carried a hint of mockery. “I don’t think you’ll live to see it develop sentience.”

"That's because you scare it every time you come. The yin energy you exude can kill flowers even from ten feet away. If I hadn't watered it with talisman water after you left every time, it would have died long ago." Yue Guan stood up, patted the mud off his hands, and glanced at the ghost. "You should come here less often in the future. My flowers and plants can't stand it."

"That won't do. You're my only old friend. If I don't come here, where else can I go?" The ghostly voice carried a hint of amusement. "Besides, I'm here to see you, aren't I?"

The two were arguing when Yang Jian walked in.

Yue Guan looked up, saw Yang Jian, and her smile deepened.

He put down the kettle, wiped his hands on his clothes, turned around, and looked Yang Jian up and down.

"Hey, busy man, what brings you here today?" Yue Guan's tone was teasing. "You're usually nowhere to be seen all day long, did the sun rise in the west today?"

Yang Jian stood expressionless before Yue Guan, his tone flat and devoid of any emotion.

He hasn't smiled in a long time, as if he's completely lost that ability; he's too lazy to even twitch the corners of his mouth.

"Uncle Yue, I'm preparing to ascend to the papacy and came to tell you."

Yue Guan's smile froze.

His hand remained frozen in mid-air, still in the same position, as if he had been frozen in place.

The ghost was also stunned. Its eyes, hidden in the black mist, widened slightly, revealing a hint of disbelief.

His usually squinty eyes were wide open now, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

The air in the courtyard was quiet for a moment, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Yue Guan looked at Yang Jian, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke, her voice carrying a hint of solemnity: "Have you thought it through?"

"I've thought it through." Yang Jian's answer was decisive and straightforward, without any hesitation.

Yue Guan thought for a moment, then asked, "What about His Holiness the Pope..."

"The teacher has been imprisoned by the High Priest, who fully agrees to this matter. Now, only the final step remains."

Yue Guan nodded.

He had known this day would come for a long time, and deep down he had been looking forward to it.

Bibi Dong has become increasingly reckless in recent years, turning the Spirit Hall into a chaotic mess. She acts without regard for the consequences and uses any means to achieve her goals, which has long been a source of discontent among many elders and bishops.

Although Yang Jian is young, his strength and methods far surpass Bibi Dong's.

Perhaps making him pope would actually be a better choice.

Yue Guan considered it in her mind and felt that this was feasible, and the sooner the better.

“Alright, I’ll help you,” Yue Guan said. “However, you probably can’t keep those old guys in check by yourself. They’ve heard some rumors about you, but they’ve never seen you in person. In their eyes, you’re still just a kid.”