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

Xie Yue remained silent for a long while before letting out a long breath.

"No wonder Yan lost unjustly."

He gazed in the direction of the entrance to the martial arts arena and sighed.

……

Six years have passed in the blink of an eye.

It's not long, it's not long, it's not short.

The courtyard where Yang Jian lived was still the same one, with bluestone paths, carved window frames, and every plant and tree exactly the same as it had been six years ago.

But the people living in the courtyard have undergone earth-shattering changes.

The morning sunlight streamed into the room through the paper windows.

Yang Jian opened his eyes, habitually circulated the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique once, and then got up and got out of bed.

Two maids carried in toiletries and breakfast. Seeing that he was already up, they quickened their pace.

"Young Master Yang Jian, you're awake."

As they set out the tableware, they secretly glanced at Yang Jian, their eyes darting around, and two suspicious blushes rose on their cheeks.

It's not surprising that they acted that way.

Six years ago, he was a skinny little boy who was less than a meter tall. Now he has grown into a teenager who is over 1.8 meters tall.

Her skin was fair and delicate, like the finest mutton fat jade.

His facial features were well-defined, with sharp, arched eyebrows that slanted upwards towards his temples, a straight nose, thin lips that were slightly pursed, and a pair of dark eyes that were as deep as an abyss. He exuded a heroic and martial air with every gesture.

The two maids exchanged a glance, both seeing the same thought in each other's eyes.

They had served the Spirit Hall for so many years and had never seen such a handsome man.

Unfortunately, such a man is not something they can even dream of.

"Young master, here are your letters." A maid handed over two letters, her voice barely audible.

Yang Jian took the letter, glanced at the handwriting on the envelope, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Brother's, sister's.

He first opened Yang Jiao's letter, unfolded the paper, and read it carefully.

"Xiao Jian, it's like seeing you in person. I'm doing well in Weihai City, so you don't need to worry. Lord Wang Hegui treats Xiao Chan and me very well; we have plenty to eat, wear, and use, a hundred times better than when we were in Huangyu Village."

"I haven't neglected my cultivation either. I just broke through to level nineteen a few days ago and am preparing to join a Soul Hunting Team to gain some experience outside."

"You're all alone in the Spirit Hall, so take good care of yourself..."

After reading it, Yang Jian's smile deepened.

He wasn't surprised that his brother had broken through to level nineteen.

For the past six years, he has sent all his subsidies and rewards from the Spirit Hall back to Weihai City, and his gold spirit coins have never stopped flowing.

With enough gold soul coins to buy soul beast meat to nourish the body, plus the advanced meditation method that I sent back, my brother has innate level 1 soul power. Although his talent is not considered good, he is good at steady progress.

Level 19 is already a pretty good achievement for an ordinary person.

only……

Yang Jian frowned slightly, his gaze falling on the words "Join the Soul Hunter Squad".

The Soul Hunter Squad spends most of its time roaming the outskirts of various Soul Beast Forests, where the danger level is not low.

My brother's martial soul is just an ordinary harpoon, which is equivalent to a useless martial soul. His level nineteen cultivation is nothing special in the outside world.

In case of an accident...

A hint of worry flashed through Yang Jian's mind.

Then she opened her younger sister Yang Chan's letter.

"Second Brother! When are you coming back to see me? You haven't been back for six years, I miss you so much! I broke through to level 15 a few days ago, isn't that amazing?"

"Let me tell you, last time the chubby kid next door bullied me, I poked a hole in his door, and he's never dared to bully me again..."

Yang Jian looked at the neat handwriting on the letter and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

My younger sister awakened her martial soul three years ago. It seems to be the first lamp-type martial soul. She has a level 5 innate soul power and can barely be considered a little genius.

He advanced ten levels in three years, averaging more than three levels per year. In his opinion, the speed was not fast, but it was still quite good.

"Lamp-type martial souls..."

A thoughtful look flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.

The older brother's talent is poor, while the younger sister's talent is decent. However, with their own resources, they may have a chance to reach a higher level in the future. They could consider planning to obtain some immortal herbs.

Chapter 24 The Twelve-Year-Old Soul King

Yang Jian put down the letter, leaned back in his chair, and gazed out the window in a daze.

Six years.

For the past six years, his schedule has been packed. During the day, he goes to the library to read books and occasionally cultivates under the guidance of Yue Guan. At night, he practices the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts without fail.

Day after day, he worked tirelessly, almost without a single day of slackening.

The improvement in strength was obvious, but correspondingly, Yang Jian had not returned to Weihai City for six years and had not seen her brother and sister.

"It's time to go back and take a look."

Yang Jian made up his mind and carefully put the two letters into the ring on his hand. This was a storage soul tool given to him by Yue Guan, which had a space of thirty cubic meters.

He picked up his bowl and chopsticks and began to eat breakfast.

They ate very quickly, finishing off all the food on the table in no time.

He put down his chopsticks, stood up, and prepared to go find Bibi Dong.

Although Bibi Dong had hardly personally taught him in the past six years, Yue Guan had always been in charge of his cultivation.

But the other party was, after all, his teacher in name only.

He should have informed the Spirit Hall of his intention to leave, both morally and logically.

I had just reached the door.

He hadn't had time to open the door yet.

The courtyard gate was pushed open.

"Yang Jian!" A clear voice rang out, tinged with joy.

Hu Liena stood at the courtyard gate, her light purple dress perfectly outlining her slender figure. Her chestnut hair was draped over her shoulders, the ends slightly curled, swaying gently with her movements.

Eighteen-year-old Hu Liena has shed her girlish naiveté and gained a more mature and charming demeanor.

Her features were already exquisite, but now that she's grown up, she's breathtakingly beautiful.

Her skin was as white as snow, so delicate it seemed to break at a touch; a smile played at the corners of her lips, exuding a natural charm and a fatal attraction.

Since Bibi Dong had Yue Guan teach Yang Jian, she also brought Hu Liena along.

The two spent almost every day together.

We trained together, read books together, and sparred together at the martial arts arena.

After six years of living and working together, their relationship had long surpassed that of ordinary classmates.

More than friends, but not quite lovers.

That's roughly the situation.

"Are you free today? Come shopping with me." Hu Liena walked into the courtyard with a smile and stood naturally next to Yang Jian. "A new store opened in the west of the city. I heard it has a lot of good stuff."

"Not today," Yang Jian shook her head. "I need to speak with my teacher."

Hu Liena blinked, her smile fading slightly, revealing a hint of regret.

"I see..." She suddenly thought of something, and her eyes lit up again. "Are you going to find your teacher and ask her to help you hunt for your fifth spirit ring?"

She looked at Yang Jian, her tone carrying a complex mix of emotions.

She knew that Yang Jian had broken through to level 50 some time ago.

A twelve-year-old Soul King—it's absurd to even talk about.

It should be noted that when Yang Jian first came to the Spirit Hall six years ago, she was only level 32, far ahead of Yang Jian.

But now, she's level 46, and Yang Jian is level 50.

They were overtaken immediately.

Hu Liena looked at the boy in front of her who was six years younger than her.

A strange emotion flashed in his eyes.

She wasn't jealous, but rather had a feeling that was hard to explain.

Over the past six years, she has watched Yang Jian grow up step by step, from that thin and pale little boy to the heroic and extraordinary young man he is today.

She witnessed every breakthrough and every increase in strength.

"Yes."

Yang Jian nodded, not denying it, "I do have the idea of ​​obtaining a fifth spirit ring."

His second, third, and fourth spirit rings are all ten thousand years.

Moreover, they all come from the Titan Ape clan.

Among them, the fourth spirit ring was used to hunt down a Titan Giant Ape that was 99,900 years old.

Now, for the fifth spirit ring, it's natural to choose one that lasts 100,000 years.

Erming from the Starry Sky Forest was naturally the most suitable target.

But after some consideration...

Yang Jian felt that they could focus on other things first.