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

How much does this knife weigh?

"Around 1,300 jin," Yang Jian answered truthfully.

Hu Liena was stunned.

1,300 jin.

She recalled the moment she received the knife, the overwhelming heaviness she felt, and finally understood why she had fallen so miserably.

But then, an even more shocking thought popped into her head.

She looked up at Yang Jian, her voice slightly trembling: "Wait... how can a six-year-old child like you lift something weighing 1,300 pounds?"

Yang Jian looked at her with a strange expression.

"Senior sister, did you fall and get stupid? I can absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring, of course I can lift it."

Hu Liena was stunned for a moment, then realized what she meant, and her face turned red instantly.

Yeah, this guy can absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring, and his physical strength is comparable to that of a Soul King.

Isn't it a given that you can lift a 1,300-pound knife?

Hu Liena became increasingly frustrated. She got up from the ground, dusted herself off, and looked at Yang Jian with an extremely complicated expression.

This guy is a monster.

At such a young age, his physical strength is comparable to that of a Soul King. How can anyone else live like this?

She was called a genius from a young age, with an innate soul power of level nine and a half. She cultivated to level thirty-two by the age of twelve, making her a top-tier figure among the younger generation of the Spirit Hall.

But compared to Yang Jian...

Her achievements are practically nothing.

"Alright, alright."

Hu Liena shook her still aching hand, trying her best to maintain her senior's composure.

"Let me take another look at your second martial soul."

Yang Jian nodded, and white light surged in his left palm.

The next second, a short-haired white dog appeared at his feet, with pointed ears and a long tail, and agile posture. As soon as it came out, it wagged its tail and rubbed against Yang Jian's legs.

Yang Jian glanced at it without showing any emotion.

"Wang! Wang!"

The celestial dog understood and obediently squatted down beside him, barking twice without speaking human language, looking no different from an ordinary dog.

Hu Liena crouched down and carefully examined the short-haired white dog.

Yes, this is a separated beast martial soul.

She reached out and stroked the head of the Celestial Dog, which rubbed against her palm obediently, as docile as a real pet dog.

"It looks... like there's nothing special about it."

Hu Liena murmured to herself, her tone tinged with disappointment.

It's really not much different from an ordinary dog.

The separated beast spirit is not strong to begin with, and this Howling Celestial Dog looks completely harmless, so it probably can't be that powerful either.

But then I thought, if Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged sword is so powerful, who knows if this seemingly ordinary dog ​​also has some amazing secrets hidden within it?

She suddenly became uncertain again.

"boom!"

Just as Hu Liena was about to ask something else, the courtyard gate was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

Yan strode in, his red hair standing out starkly in the twilight, radiating a scorching aura.

He started yelling as soon as he walked in.

"Yang Jian! I heard you went to the Star Dou Great Forest. Now that you're back, you must have obtained your first spirit ring, right? Hurry up and fight me again!"

Chapter 21: Another Sparring Session with Yan

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze swept across the room and he saw Hu Liena.

Yan's expression froze instantly.

His eyes darted back and forth between Hu Liena and Yang Jian.

His face instantly turned ugly.

"Nana? What are you doing here?"

Hu Liena stood up, stared at Yan's face, which was still bruised, and frowned: "Why can't I be here?"

Yan looked at Hu Liena, then at Yang Jian, and his face darkened as if he were conjuring up some image in his mind.

"What kind of behavior is it for a man and a woman to be alone together like this!"

"Yan!" Hu Liena's face flushed instantly, both angry and annoyed. "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Xie Yue walked in from outside the courtyard gate, put one hand to her forehead, and stood to the side with a helpless expression, clearly also disliking Yan's actions.

"It's none of your business! Get lost!" Hu Liena pointed at the courtyard gate, her tone utterly impolite.

Yan's expression darkened even more after being rebuked like that.

He ignored Hu Liena's order to leave, and instead turned to look at Yang Jian, pointing his finger at his nose.

"Yang Jian, if you're a man, accept my challenge!"

“This time we can both use our Martial Souls. I will suppress my strength to the Soul Master stage and will not use my second or third Soul Skills, so that it won’t be considered bullying you!”

“Okay.” Yang Jian agreed without hesitation.

Since Yan had taken the initiative to seek abuse, he naturally had no reason to refuse, and he also happened to dislike this guy.

"Uh……"

Yan was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Yang Jian to agree so readily.

Immediately, a look of joy appeared on his face, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he was already imagining his heroic figure on the ring later.

Hu Liena opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to stop her, but swallowed the words back.

She recalled how pathetic she had been just now, unable to even lift the three-pointed double-edged sword, and then thought of Yang Jian's ten-thousand-year soul ring. Suddenly, she felt that... it wasn't this junior brother she needed to worry about.

Xie Yue stood at the courtyard gate, her gaze shifting from Yan to Hu Liena's face. Suddenly, she felt that her sister's gaze towards Yang Jian was a little strange.

It wasn't the kind of favoritism shown towards a junior, nor was it an appreciation of a genius.

He frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

"Let me remind you," Yan said, cracking his knuckles with confidence, "I'll control my strength. I won't seriously injure you, but you'll definitely have a bruised and swollen face. However, since we can use our martial spirits to fight, we can't fight here."

He turned and walked out, then looked back and gestured with his chin at Yang Jian: "Come on, let's go to the training ground."

After saying that, he glanced at Hu Liena, puffed out his chest, and gave what he considered to be a heroic and extraordinary smile.

Hu Liena met his gaze, but there was no expectation in her eyes.

Instead, a hint of undisguised disdain flashed across his face.

The man below.

She didn't have any particular feelings for Yan before.

But at least we're from the same school.

It's barely acceptable on the surface.

But now, this guy comes over every few days to fawn over her, speaks and acts without thinking, and now he's even causing trouble in Yang Jian's yard... It's getting more and more annoying.

Hu Liena turned her face away, not even bothering to look at him.

Yan was met with a cold shoulder and awkwardly touched his nose, but quickly composed himself.

"hurry up!"

He shouted at Yang Jian.

Then, he strode towards the training ground.

As long as we can beat Yang Jian until he kneels down and begs for mercy.

He believed that Hu Liena would definitely look at him with new respect then.

They might even agree to your pursuit.

……

The Martial Spirit Hall's training grounds cover a vast area, with a stone-paved arena spanning tens of thousands of square meters and surrounded by tiered stands, capable of accommodating thousands of spectators simultaneously.

It was the end of the evening training session.

There were also many young students from the Spirit Hall sparring and fighting in the training ground.

Yang Jian and others arrived at the scene.

All the students' attention was drawn to it.

"That's... Yan from the Golden Generation?"

"Those must be Xie Yue and Hu Liena next to them, right?"

Why are they here?

"I heard that Yan recently broke through to level thirty-two, and his strength has increased significantly."

The students whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with admiration.

The Golden Generation's status among the younger generation of the Spirit Hall is as unattainable as the stars in the sky.

Soon, someone noticed the small, thin figure at the end of the line.

Who is that child?