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

She remembered Qian Daoliu's cold face. He stood there looking down at her, golden light shining down from the angel statue. There was no pity, no sympathy in his eyes, only a condescending scrutiny.

She remembered Yang Jian's emotionless eyes, the boy she had once taken as her disciple, who had ultimately pushed her into the abyss. The way he looked at her from the dungeon entrance was as if he were looking at a wild beast locked in a cage, so cold and indifferent that it disgusted her.

She recalled the humiliation she felt when she fell from the papacy, the despair of being betrayed by the whole world, as if someone had ripped a wound in her heart that would never heal, a wound that kept bleeding and festering, and every touch made her feel suffocated with pain.

A blood-red light shone in her eyes, a light that seemed to burst forth from the depths of her pupils, as if something was burning and roaring within her, yearning for release.

Even she herself did not realize that the light was a sign that the Rakshasa God's will was awakening within her, like a beast that had been lying in wait for a long time smelling blood and beginning to stir, reaching out its claws to scratch at her soul.

Bibi Dong gripped the rock beneath her tightly, her fingernails scraping across the surface with a harsh sound, tearing off a few fine fragments of stone.

Her voice became low and hoarse, each word filled with deep-seated hatred.

"Of course I want to!"

The man in the black robe nodded, his hood swaying slightly.

"I can help you."

Bibi Dong frowned, her face full of wariness and suspicion.

A cold, disdainful smile suddenly appeared on her lips, a smile carrying a mockery and wariness born from having experienced great highs and lows:

"Help me? How can you help me? Why should I trust you?"

She stood up from the ground. Although her legs were still a little weak, she forced herself to stand up straight and tried to make herself look less weak.

"I can do it myself, you don't need to worry about it."

As she spoke, she began to walk out of the cave. She stumbled slightly, but gritted her teeth and steadied herself, preventing herself from falling and maintaining her last shred of dignity.

The figure in black robes flashed and appeared in front of her.

The speed was too fast, so fast that she didn't even see how he moved. She only felt a blur before her eyes, and the man in black robes was standing less than three feet away from her. He was so close that she could feel the icy aura emanating from him, as if she were standing in front of an ancient glacier, the chill seeping into her bones from her skin.

He stood there like a wall, an insurmountable wall.

Bibi Dong's face turned cold, and a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes.

Her right hand shot out suddenly, her five fingers forming a claw, with dense purple soul power swirling around her fingertips, the soul power leaping and swirling at her fingertips.

She used 70% of her strength in this attack, enough to crush a boulder weighing several tons into pieces, and enough to tear an ordinary Title Douluo apart.

She didn't believe her opponent could withstand her attack. Her confidence came from decades of rigorous training and countless life-or-death battles. She had used this move to kill countless enemies, and no one could escape unscathed from her claws.

The man in black robes raised his hand.

The hand emerged from the black robe, pale and slender, as if it had never seen sunlight before. Its skin was so white it was almost transparent, and you could vaguely see the blue veins running beneath it.

With a casual flick of his wrist, an indescribable force surged from his palm, pressing down on Bibi Dong like an invisible mountain, so heavy that she could hardly breathe and her knees were slightly bent.

She felt her soul power freeze instantly, as hard and unshakable as ice on a river in winter, without even a ripple.

Her body froze on the spot, her fingers still in a clenched position, but she didn't even have the strength to bend them, like an insect frozen in amber.

Her face was filled with disbelief, her eyes wide open, her pupils filled with shock and fear.

She is a level 97 Title Douluo, only two steps away from becoming a Peerless Douluo.

She has cultivated for decades and experienced countless life-and-death battles. Her strength ranks among the top in the entire continent, and there are very few people she can be wary of.

But in front of this man in black robes, she didn't even have a chance to fight back, like an infant facing a giant.

The oppressive feeling was even stronger than that of Qian Daoliu, so strong that she couldn't even muster the thought of resisting. It was like an ant facing a giant dragon, without even the courage to run away.

Her mind went blank, all her confidence and pride were crushed into dust at that moment, and she felt for the first time what true powerlessness was.

The man in black robes spoke calmly, as if stating something unrelated to himself, without any emotional fluctuation:

"You must have many questions right now. But there are some things you're not qualified to know yet; knowing too much won't do you any good. I'll just ask you one question: do you want my help?"

He slightly increased the pressure on his hand, and Bibi Dong felt as if an invisible hand was choking her throat, making it difficult to breathe, and her face turned red.

A flicker of fear crossed her eyes, her pupils trembling violently, but that fear was quickly overshadowed by an even stronger hatred.

She remembered Yang Jian's expressionless face, everything she had lost, and all the humiliation that traitor had brought her.

She had only one thought in her mind—to survive, become stronger, and then go back and kill him.

She gritted her teeth and, with all her might, forced out two words from her throat, hoarse and difficult:

"I...accept."

The man in black robes withdrew his hand.

Bibi Dong's body suddenly relaxed, finally freed from all restraints, her legs went weak and she almost knelt on the ground.

She leaned against the rock wall, panting heavily, her chest heaving as if trying to make up for all the air she had lost. Beads of sweat streamed down her face and dripped onto the stone surface.

She looked up at the man in black robes, her eyes filled with a complex light in addition to deep apprehension. There was hatred, fear, doubt, and a hint of expectation that she herself was unaware of.

The man in black robes raised his finger, and a scarlet light condensed at his fingertip.

The light emanated an eerie and malevolent aura, and something was wriggling and breathing inside, emitting a nauseating, sweet-smelling odor.

He flicked his finger, and the red light accurately shot into Bibi Dong's brow, disappearing into it and being swallowed by her skin.

Chapter 200 Breaking Through Level 80

Bibi Dong's body jolted violently, stiffening for a moment as if she had been electrocuted. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened, and a short, muffled groan escaped her throat.

Then her pupils suddenly contracted, and the expression on her face changed from bewilderment to surprise, and then from surprise to ecstasy, like someone who had been groping in the dark for too long suddenly seeing the light.

The black-robed man's voice rang out again, still devoid of emotion:

"You have completed the first six trials of the Rakshasa God test. The remaining three trials would normally take at least ten years to complete, but I have shortened the time. As long as you continue, you can become a Rakshasa God in as little as one year."

His voice echoed through the cave, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes and sensed it.

I discovered that I had indeed gained a lot of information about the Rakshasa God's test in my mind.

Those trials that were once out of reach have now become clear and concrete, like a road that no one has ever traveled before suddenly unfolding before her, with every bend and fork clearly marked and every stumbling block pre-marked.

An indescribable excitement and anticipation welled up in her heart, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time. She rediscovered the meaning of life.

But at the same time, she was even more puzzled—who exactly was this man in black robes? Why was he able to help her to this extent? What was his purpose? Why did he help her?

She looked up to ask what was going on, only to find the cave completely empty.

The man in black robes had left sometime earlier, as if he had never been there at all, leaving only a faint, icy aura in the air, like the trace left by a cold wind.

Bibi Dong's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

She took a deep breath, sat cross-legged again, closed her eyes, and began to concentrate on completing the divine test.

A slight, cruel smile played on her lips as Yang Jian's face appeared in her mind.

Just you wait, your good days are about to end.

When the time comes, she will make the entire Spirit Hall pay for his death, and let everyone know what the consequences are for offending her, Bibi Dong.

……

Half a month passed quietly.

Within the Spirit Hall, Yang Jian's cultivation has entered its final sprint stage.

He sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion in the meditation room, his eyes closed, his breathing steady and long.

A pale golden light flowed slowly beneath his skin, like invisible rivers surging within him, washing over his meridians and bones. Each flow carried away a trace of impurity, leaving behind a sense of purity.

In his dantian, his soul power had reached its limit, like a volcano about to erupt, hot and turbulent, with magma churning deep within, yearning to break free from the earth's crust.

He guided this soul power to impact that invisible bottleneck time and time again. Each impact made his body tremble slightly, as if a hammer was pounding on his bones.

During the eightieth impact, his body trembled violently, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, trickling down his cheeks.

He gritted his teeth and gathered his soul power once more. This time, he held nothing back and concentrated all the power he could muster into one place.

With a loud bang, the bottleneck shattered like glass being smashed by a hammer, turning into countless fragments that dissipated into his meridians.

His body jolted violently, and a surge of heat erupted from his dantian, instantly flowing through all the meridians of his body. Wherever it passed, it felt incredibly warm, and every inch became soft and elastic.

His aura reached a new level at that moment, and he exuded an undeniable pressure.

He slowly opened his eyes, which were even more profound than before, like two bottomless lakes, and the air seemed to tremble slightly wherever his gaze fell.

He looked down at his hands; they were broad and strong, with distinct knuckles, and the skin had a faint golden sheen.

Level 80.

He finally broke through the threshold of Contra.

Yang Jian stood up and stretched his limbs, his bones making a crisp sound.

He pushed open the door of the training room and walked out. Sunlight streamed in from the window at the end of the corridor, spreading a warm patch of light on the ground, with dust motes floating slowly in the beams of light.

He took a deep breath, and the long-awaited fresh air filled his lungs, making him feel much more relaxed. The fatigue from days of seclusion was swept away.

He walked down the stairs into the courtyard, where Hu Liena was sitting on a stone bench under the osmanthus tree, engrossed in reading a book.

Today she wore a light purple long dress, the hem of which spread out on the stone bench like blooming petals. Her chestnut hair was casually draped over her shoulders, the ends slightly curled. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled light and shadow on her face.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up and saw Yang Jian. A bright, warm smile instantly bloomed on her face.

"Yang Jian! You've finally emerged from seclusion!"

She dropped her book and ran over to him, throwing herself into his arms and rubbing her head against his chest like a kitten that had been neglected by its owner for too long.

"I miss you so much! You've been in seclusion for over a month, and I'm so bored all by myself."

Yang Jian reached out and gently pushed her, his tone flat:

"Let go first. I've been in seclusion for so long and I'm dirty. I need to take a shower."

Hu Liena's eyes darted around, a sly smile curving her lips, her eyes gleaming with mischief:

"Then... I'll rub your back."

Her voice carried a hint of anticipation and secret delight, and a faint blush rose on her face, as if she had just applied a layer of rouge.

Looking into her bright, sparkling eyes, how could Yang Jian not understand her little scheme?

He did not refuse and turned to walk into the bathroom.