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

Many people privately discussed their future attitude towards Yang Jian, and became more cautious and respectful in their actions, daring not to harbor the slightest rebellious thoughts.

Some of the older Soul Douluos gathered together, reminiscing about the time when Bibi Dong was in charge of the Spirit Hall. The entire Spirit Hall was rife with undercurrents, and Bibi Dong was single-mindedly pursuing the position of a god. In order to become a god, she did not hesitate to sacrifice countless Soul Masters and start a war across the continent.

In contrast, now that Yang Jian has taken power, he has not blindly launched wars. After subduing the two great empires, the first thing he did was to order a halt to conflicts in various places, send soul masters to clean up the evil soul masters hiding in various places, and appease the displaced refugees.

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Deep within the Star Dou Great Forest, a group of 100,000-year-old soul beasts also sensed the tremendous changes that had occurred in the continent's landscape.

Di Tian, ​​Bi Ji, Zi Ji, and the Demon King gathered together.

They were discussing Yang Jian's slaying of the Rakshasa God.

The group of spirit beasts realized that with such a top-tier expert emerging among humans, the way humans and spirit beasts interacted in the future would have to change.

They can no longer recklessly clash with human soul masters as before. They must appropriately restrain the ferocity of their soul beasts to avoid attracting Yang Jian's attention and bringing annihilation to the Star Dou Great Forest.

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The far north is a land perpetually frozen and covered in ice.

The three Heavenly Kings of the far north looked at each other, a sense of apprehension rising in their hearts.

The far north is very far from the Spirit Hall, but Yang Jian's reputation still spread here.

The Snow Empress and the Ice Empress knew that the current human powerhouses had reached the level of gods, and from now on, the soul beasts of the far north must restrain their sharpness, stay peacefully in the far north frozen land, and not provoke the humans on the mainland.

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In every corner of the mainland.

Because of the fall of the Rakshasa God, all humans and spirit beasts decided to change their way of doing things.

Yang Jian single-handedly changed the landscape of the entire continent, and even gods would fall before him. This fact is deeply etched in everyone's hearts.

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Yang Jian returned to the Spirit Hall's palace.

After Qian Renxue fell into a deep sleep, her long eyelashes trembled gently.

In her sleep, she recalled her experiences from childhood to adulthood.

When she was a child, her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, devoted countless efforts to helping her become a god.

Bibi Dong ignored her growth and was filled with hatred, which engulfed the entire Spirit Hall.

Until Yang Jian appeared, ending Bibi Dong's reign and the endless infighting.

Without realizing it, she became increasingly dependent on this powerful man.

Yang Jian lay on his side, while Qian Renxue slept soundly beside him.

He stared at the ceiling with his eyes open.

He recalled the entire battle with the Rakshasa God in his mind.

The power unleashed by the Rakshasa God burning his primordial divine power was indeed not to be underestimated. If I had not cultivated the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique, it would not have been so easy to defeat him.

Having experienced this battle, he realized that there were still gods like the Asura God in the divine realm.

This time, the Asura God will definitely not let the killing of the Rakshasa God go unpunished, and the God Realm will inevitably target the Douluo Continent in the future.

He silently planned his next steps.

First, stabilize the internal order of Douluo Continent, integrate the power of the Heaven Dou Empire, the Star Luo Empire, and the Spirit Hall, select outstanding young spirit masters for key training, and create a team of top spirit masters.

Afterwards, one must continue to study the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts to further improve one's own strength and prepare to confront the gods of the divine realm.

He will not allow the divine realm to interfere in the affairs of the mortal world at will.

The fate of Douluo Continent can only be decided by the strongest individuals on the continent itself.

The night wind blew into the room through the cracks in the window, lifting the thin curtains.

The atmosphere in the room was quiet and peaceful.

The vast Douluo Continent outside underwent earth-shattering changes because of his battle.

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At dawn, the first rays of sunlight break through the darkness and shine upon the earth.

The official announcement of the Heaven Dou Empire's submission to the Spirit Hall was posted on bulletin boards in various cities.

Many people gathered around the notice, carefully reading the words on the paper.

Those who could read aloud the terms: the Spirit Hall would reduce some taxes, the government would resettle homeless people, and efforts would be intensified to eradicate the corrupt.

One after another, the policies that benefit the people have made them genuinely happy.

The shouts of vendors filled the streets, and the faces of passersby were filled with relaxed smiles. The entire continent shed the oppression brought by war and was full of vitality.

After getting up, Yang Jian changed into a brand-new white robe and went to the main hall to handle official business.

At this moment, a group of high-ranking officials stood respectfully on both sides, carrying out the new policies as instructed, as if everything was thriving.

Little did they know that an even greater crisis was yet to come.

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As a sliver of pale golden dawn broke through the horizon, a thin mist blanketed the majestic white jade plaza of the Spirit Hall.

The entire complex of halls, located in the heart of the Douluo Continent, remained shrouded in tranquility. Only the Soul Master guards on duty patrolled slowly along their fixed routes.

The clinking of armor produced a soft, crisp sound that echoed gently across the empty square.

Yang Jian sat cross-legged on the bluestone floor of the highest terrace of the Papal Palace. A warm, restrained yet powerful aura of pale golden soul power flowed around him.

The power flowing through his meridians was like a vast, surging river. With each long, drawn-out breath, it drew in the pure soul energy scattered throughout the world, continuously pouring into his body.

The all-night, uninterrupted arduous practice has come to an end.

He slowly withdrew the soul power emanating from his body, and his tightly closed eyes slowly opened. Two deep and calm golden lights flashed from the depths of his eyes, and the aura of soul power surrounding his body receded back into his body like a tide, with no more leaking out.

Chapter 247 No Need to Be Hesitant

Yang Jian stretched out his arms and gently moved his muscles and bones, feeling a tingling and comfortable soreness throughout his body.

After a night of arduous training, his soul power became even more refined and pure, bringing him much closer to the threshold of breaking through his cultivation level.

As he lightly rubbed his fingertips together, sensing the immense power surging within his body to the point of overflowing, Yang Jian frowned slightly, a faint sense of regret rising in his heart.

Last night, after dealing with the mountain of documents from various places and the case files reported by the various branch halls of the Spirit Hall, he personally received more than a dozen branch hall bishops who had come from afar.

He was busy until late at night before he was able to find time to cultivate, which took him nearly three hours in total.

If he were to dedicate all his time to quiet and diligent cultivation, his cultivation level would surely reach a new level.

Now, most of the continent's territory is under the jurisdiction of the Spirit Hall.

The endless stream of trivial matters consumed a great deal of his cultivation time day after day.

As the de facto ruler of the Spirit Hall, almost all matters, large and small, must be reviewed and decided by him.

If this continues, the progress of cultivation will inevitably be severely slowed down, which is by no means a long-term solution.

He quickly calculated in his mind, and two figures immediately came to mind—Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

The two had followed the Spirit Hall for decades, and were meticulous, prudent, and well-versed in the various forces on the continent and the connections between the branch halls in different regions.

They are calm and composed, and never vie for power or profit, making them the best candidates to take over the daily affairs of the Spirit Hall at present.

Having made up his mind, Yang Jian swayed slightly.

A pale golden soul force beneath his feet lifted his body into the air, lightly gliding over layers of white jade palaces.

His gaze swept across the flower-lined corridor outside the hall and quickly locked onto two figures strolling leisurely.

The corridor is lined with rare and precious plants that bloom year-round, their rich fragrance carried on the cool morning breeze.

Wearing his signature purple-gold robe, Yue Guan strolled ahead, a pale purple lilac flower lightly twirling between his fingers. His eyes and brows held a hint of leisurely languor, a rare moment of complete relaxation for his usually tense nerves.

The ghostly figure walking beside him was surrounded by a faint gray-black mist, its form shifting erratically.

He, who was usually gloomy and taciturn, had also shed some of his murderous aura at this moment.

Taking advantage of the quiet early morning, the two strolled around to relax, enjoying a rare respite from their heavy responsibilities as elders.

"Uncle Moon, Uncle Ghost."

A calm and gentle voice descended from above the two of them, carrying no hint of oppression, yet it entered their ears with crystal clarity, possessing a penetrating power that struck straight to their hearts.

Both figures froze simultaneously, their relaxed muscles instantly tensing up.

The two looked up at the sky and saw Yang Jian, who stood tall and had an extraordinary air about him. They immediately put away their leisurely manners, walked quickly to the corridor, and bowed respectfully, showing the utmost deference.

Yue Guan raised his hand and tucked the flower in his hand into the side of his lapel. The casual smile on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by a polite and gentle expression: "Your Holiness, you have come to see us so early. Is there something urgent in the palace? We have sorted out most of the files that piled up last night. If there are any urgent matters, we will handle them immediately without delay."

The black mist surrounding the ghostly figure receded slightly, obscuring the expression in his eyes. His hoarse, deep voice slowly rang out, his tone solemn and steady: "Your Majesty, please give your orders. Yue Guan and I will do our utmost and risk our lives to complete all tasks."

Yang Jian landed lightly, his feet stepping on the bluestone path covered with delicate flower petals. His gaze calmly fell on the two of them, and he got straight to the point without any beating around the bush: "I have come to see you today not to arrange temporary matters, but to entrust you with a long-term and important task."

"Now the Spirit Hall's territory spans the four corners of the continent, and there are endless trivial matters that have long occupied a lot of my cultivation time."

"I intend to entrust the two of you with all the daily management authority of the palace. From now on, routine matters such as administrative scheduling, branch palace management, resource allocation, and personnel appointments and removals will be decided by you through discussion, without having to report to me on everything."

The moment the words left his mouth, the corridor fell into a deathly silence.

A gentle breeze blew, and petals fluttered down, landing at the three people's feet, unnoticed by anyone. Yue Guan's gentle smile suddenly froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and he stood there completely stunned.

The hibiscus flower he had been wearing on his lapel fell gently to the ground, and he was stunned for a long time.

After a few dozen breaths of stunned silence, Yue Guan finally snapped out of his shock. He waved his hands repeatedly, his brows furrowed with apprehension and unease, his voice hesitant: "Absolutely not! I dare not accept this heavy responsibility!"

"The Spirit Hall of today is not what it used to be. It controls nearly 80% of the territory of Douluo Continent. There are countless branch halls, garrisoned legions, spirit master academies, and resource mines in various states. The interests of all parties are intertwined."

"Such a massive entity is beyond the control of just the two of us, Ghost and I. The slightest mistake could cause turmoil and delay your grand plans. I am truly unable to shoulder this heavy responsibility."

He was genuinely terrified.

Today, the Spirit Hall wields the continent's top combat power, controls endless resources and territory, and wields immense power.

Even when Bibi Dong was in power and held supreme authority, she was often overwhelmed by the complexities of government affairs and had no time to spare.

He was just a veteran elder who only sought a peaceful life and dared not touch this overwhelming power that could shake the entire continent.