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

His subordinates followed him into the main hall, a group of them chattering and ready to ask about the battle. But seeing Yang Jian's calm and indifferent expression, everyone wisely kept their questions to themselves.

The vast hall fell silent instantly, with only the soft sounds of people moving around and the rustling of their clothes audible.

Yang Jian looked at the thick stack of documents on the desk.

Most of the documents were reports from the Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire, covering a multitude of trivial matters such as territory governance, tax adjustments, and the appointment and removal of officials. He didn't need to make any decisions on most of these matters himself.

After flipping through several pages of the case file, his pen wrote neat characters on the paper, then he put down the brush and picked up the teacup on the table.

The tea in his cup had long since gone cold, but he didn't care. Just as he finished his tea and was about to continue his official duties, a guard strode into the hall.

The guards bowed deeply, their attitude extremely respectful.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor of the Heavenly Dou Empire has arrived outside the palace and is waiting."

Yang Jian put down the document in his hand and looked up at the guard in front of him.

"Let him in."

Qian Renxue maintained her disguise as Xue Qinghe, her dark casual clothes accentuating her handsome features. A perfectly measured, gentle smile graced her face, and her steps were calm and steady, making her appear like an old friend coming to visit.

After entering the main hall, she glanced around at the layout of the hall, and her gaze finally settled on Yang Jian, who sat in the main seat.

She stopped a few steps away from Yang Jian, skipping the court etiquette and unnecessary pleasantries. She quietly observed Yang Jian for a few moments before sitting down on a chair to the side.

Silence fell between them again.

Qian Renxue broke the silence first, noticing the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, and asked what had happened.

Upon learning that these were traces left after her battle with Bibi Dong, she stopped asking for further details about the fight.

She then posed several questions about the battle.

Yang Jianjian simply uttered three words: "Solved."

Chapter 245 A Different Scene

Qian Renxue was about to ask for more details when Yang Jian lightly tapped the table with his fingertips, producing a crisp sound.

"You must be here to talk about serious business."

Qian Renxue pouted, wanting to object, but ultimately suppressed it.

She took a piece of parchment from her bosom and laid it flat on the table.

The parchment was written in neat handwriting. This was the official proclamation of the Heaven Dou Empire's formal submission to the Spirit Hall. The terms were comprehensive and complete, with a blank space left at the end for the seal.

Yang Jian read through the entire document word by word, confirming that there were no problems with the content. He picked up the seal beside him, dipped it in ink, and pressed it firmly onto the blank area. The bright red ink spread on the paper, and a dignified and imposing mark was engraved.

Qian Renxue carefully put away the parchment, folded it neatly, and placed it back in her bosom, treating the document with utmost care.

After finishing this task, she did not leave immediately, but turned her head to look at the slowly darkening sky outside the window.

"It's getting late. May I stay here and rest tonight?"

Yang Jian glanced at her, neither agreeing nor refusing, and then looked back to continue flipping through the remaining files. Qian Renxue sat patiently in her chair, quietly waiting for his reply.

……

Time passed slowly, and night completely enveloped the entire continent.

As night fell, the noise subsided, and the Spirit Hall fell silent.

Yang Jian returned to her room, took off her tattered white coat and hung it on the bedside rack, then sat on the edge of the bed.

He didn't lie down to rest immediately. Instead, he turned his head to gaze at the silent courtyard outside the window and sat quietly by himself for a long time before finally lying down on the bed and closing his eyes.

Not long after, a series of light footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The person deliberately moved quietly and cautiously approached the room door.

The footsteps stopped at the door, and after a brief pause, the door was slowly pushed open a crack.

A slender figure slipped into the room through the crack in the door.

Qian Renxue shed her disguise as Xue Qinghe, her long golden hair cascading over her shoulders, and she changed into an elegant light-colored dress.

The moonlight fell on her, soft and beautiful.

When she saw Yang Jian lying on the bed with his eyes open, she suddenly stopped in her tracks. The words she had prepared stuck in her throat. She quickly adjusted her mindset and sat naturally on the edge of the bed.

"It's too quiet at night, I can't sleep alone."

Yang Jian gazed at her, his golden eyes remaining completely unmoved.

Qian Renxue stared at him for a moment, and seeing that he did not refuse, she lay down next to him, turned her back to Yang Jian, and closed her eyes.

Before long, her breathing became even and deep, and she fell into a deep sleep.

……

The news of the Heaven Dou Empire's submission to the Spirit Hall swept across the entire Douluo Continent at a speed far exceeding everyone's expectations.

The bright red seal on the parchment resembles a boulder thrown into deep water, creating huge ripples.

The news spread in all directions from the Spirit Hall as the center. Relying on pedestrians on official roads, caravans traveling to various places, letters delivered by post stations, and messenger birds soaring in the sky, within just a few days, remote towns and bustling capitals all learned of this earth-shattering event.

Inside Blue Tyrant Academy, the Shrek group had just settled in. Flander was squatting at the dormitory entrance, sorting through the odds and ends he had brought from Shrek Academy, one hand holding an old book, the other covered in dust.

Zhao Wuji leaned against a pillar, his gaze fixed on the students training hard on the playground, his eyes following the students as they ran.

Tang San sat on the threshold, holding a Blue Silver Grass between his fingers, his lips slightly parted, whispering his innermost thoughts to the grass.

Ma Hongjun walked out of the dormitory, stretched, squatted down next to Tang San, and kept poking at the dirt on the ground with his fingers.

Oscar leaned against the wall, picked up a thin twig, and randomly drew messy lines on the ground. Dai Mubai stood further away, the dim light of dusk elongating his figure. He gazed into the distance beyond the academy, his heart filled with countless thoughts.

The conversation of the passing students reached Flander's ears, and he stopped turning the pages of his book, leaving the book hanging in mid-air.

After listening to everyone's conversation, Flander's face showed a complicated expression.

Shocked by reality, filled with deep emotions, nostalgia for the past, and the despondency following defeat are all intertwined.

Zhao Wuji turned to look at Flander. The two exchanged a glance, but said nothing. A deep sadness settled in their eyes.

After hearing the discussion, Tang San looked up at the students talking, then lowered his head and stopped fiddling with the Blue Silver Grass in his hand, placing the plant on his knees.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar put away their playful mood and fell silent, a somber mood enveloping them.

Dai Mubai's body trembled slightly, then he straightened his back again, accepting the fact that the continent's landscape had been completely changed.

……

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Rongrong finished her day of cultivation and slowly walked out of the cultivation room.

The improvement in her cultivation should have filled her with joy, but that joy vanished in an instant.

She walked along the long corridor to the pond in the courtyard, intending to feel the breeze and calm her mind.

As she passed through the hall, the conversation of the elders drifted into her ears.

The Spirit Hall unified the continent, Yang Jian defeated Bibi Dong, and the Rakshasa God completely perished. These words pierced her heart.

She stood in the shadow of the porch, her lonely shadow falling to the ground.

Memories of the past flooded my mind.

Then, a tragic scene flashed through my mind: my father, Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, Gu Rong…

Her eyes slowly reddened, and she forced back the tears, burying her sadness and grievances deep in her heart so that others wouldn't notice her vulnerability.

……

Inside a side hall of the Heavenly Dou Empire's palace, a group of ministers who had miraculously survived closed the door and vented their discontent in hushed tones.

Some people loudly denounced Qian Renxue for being too muddle-headed, while others angrily slammed their fists on the table. Their companions quickly grabbed their wrists and whispered dissuasion, fearing that their extreme words might lead to their deaths.

The indignant discussions continued for a while before gradually subsiding. The ministers left the side hall one after another, all with their heads down, hurrying away as they tried their best to shake off their earlier outbursts and not leave any trace of their past grievances.

……

The situation is quite different among ordinary people.

In remote mountain villages, bustling markets, and coastal fishing villages, ordinary people were overjoyed upon hearing the news of the mainland's reunification.

Farmers tilling the land, blacksmiths forging iron, charcoal vendors selling charcoal along the streets, and fishermen fishing at sea—whether they were well-read or illiterate—all wore contented smiles on their faces.

For a long time, the Spirit Hall has accumulated a deep reputation among the common people.

Free assistance is provided to children to awaken their martial souls, subsidies are given to soul masters, powerful individuals are dispatched to exterminate the fallen, and soul master teams regularly patrol the countryside to protect the peace of the region.

Over the decades, a series of policies benefiting the people have been like a gentle stream nourishing every corner of the mainland.

Now that the war is over and the entire continent has returned to peace, ordinary people feel a great sense of security.

They no longer need to worry about the flames of war, nor fear the wanton slaughter of evil spirit masters. A peaceful life is right in front of them, and everyone is looking forward to the days to come.

Chapter 246 brings the curtain to a close.

In the early hours of the morning, Yang Jian stood alone on the high city wall of the Spirit Hall.

He looked down at the crowds coming and going below, the people forming a rushing river flowing beneath the city wall.

His gaze swept lightly over the passersby, without lingering on anyone for even a moment.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, turned around, and slowly walked down the stone steps from the city wall.

Footsteps fell on the stone steps, each step making a rhythmic sound, the long, drawn-out sound fading away in the evening breeze.

The old era of Douluo Continent has come to a complete end, and the era belonging to Yang Jian has officially begun.

In the long years to come.

The entire continent will gradually prosper and flourish under his control.

The once high and mighty god has fallen, all forces on the continent have submitted, the past conflicts have settled, and from now on, he will hold the reins of the fate of the entire continent.

As the night deepened, countless stars appeared, enveloping the newly revitalized Douluo Continent.

Everyone knew that from now on, the Spirit Hall would be the sole ruler of this continent, and Yang Jian would be the sovereign whom everyone looked up to.

Inside the Spirit Hall, many subordinates still dared not relax their guard.

They knew that Yang Jian had just killed a first-level god, a feat that was extremely rare in the history of the entire continent—no, it should be said that it was unparalleled!