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

In the next instant, a vast and boundless spiritual power silently spread out like a tide.

This is a spiritual probe that transcends the conventional limits of the soul in the Douluo Continent. It does not require locking onto a target or expending soul power to activate, and it instantly covers the entire Heaven Dou Imperial City.

Every blade of grass, every brick and tile inside and outside the palace, and even the breathing frequency and soul power flow of everyone in the palace, were all clearly reflected in Yang Jian's mind, with every detail visible and without omission.

Inside the main hall of the imperial court, civil and military officials stood in orderly rows on both sides, solemnly awaiting the start of the morning court session.

The entire court was composed of top-ranking officials and nobles from across the continent, each possessing an extraordinary air. However, in Yang Jian's spiritual perception, their auras were as faint as fireflies, utterly vulnerable.

At the very front of the crowd, the tall and upright figure in a bright yellow imperial robe instantly captured Yang Jian's full attention.

A thousand feet of snow.

At this moment, she had transformed into the emperor of the Heavenly Dou Empire, dressed in a neat and majestic imperial robe, her long black hair tied up high, her crown upright, her face cold and indifferent, surrounded by the powerful aura of the supreme ruler, every gesture exuding imperial majesty, calm and dignified, intimidating all the civil and military officials.

No one would know that this young emperor, who wields power in the Heaven Dou Empire and is decisive in killing, is actually the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall who has been lying low for many years, and the direct granddaughter of Qian Daoliu, one of the top experts on the continent.

Yang Jian's spiritual power quietly enveloped her, and he could clearly sense the extremely pure angelic power flowing slowly within her body. It was steady and refined, clearly having been honed over many years, and its foundation was incredibly solid.

Chapter 253 Qian Renxue: I've finally waited for this day.

At this moment, Qian Renxue slightly raised her hand, adjusting the jade belt at her waist, preparing to receive the homage of the officials and begin today's morning court session.

His brows held the usual calm and dignified air, and his eyes held no superfluous emotion, perfectly portraying the image of a diligent and composed young emperor.

Right now.

With a slight thought, Yang Jian suppressed all his outward spiritual energy, preventing any leakage of his aura.

His movement technique has now reached a state of perfection, silent and invisible, completely transcending the speed and spatial limits that a Soul Master can comprehend.

Without a ripple in the air or a disturbance in the space, Yang Jian's figure completely dissolved on the spot, as if he had never existed.

Deep within the palace, in the emperor's bedroom, lies a tranquil and elegant space, luxurious yet understated.

Compared to the solemnity of the imperial court, this place has less of the coldness of power and more of a warm, human touch.

The carved wooden window was open, and the morning breeze, carrying the fragrance of flowers from the courtyard, gently wafted in, lifting the window curtains and causing them to sway softly. Sunlight streamed through the window lattice, casting dappled shadows on the smooth white jade floor.

The dignified and imposing Qian Renxue who had just been in the imperial court had now shed her heavy and solemn imperial robes and crown, revealing her true self.

A simple white nightgown clung softly to her body, outlining her slender, graceful, and perfectly proportioned figure. Her long, smooth, black hair cascaded freely over her shoulders, making her skin appear even whiter than snow and her eyes clear and ethereal.

Shedding her imperial disguise, she lost some of her ruthless decisiveness and gained more of a woman's gentle and tender nature.

With no one else in the vast palace, she no longer needed to maintain the dignified demeanor of an emperor or pretend to be a man. This was one of the few moments she could completely relax and let down her guard.

For her, decades of pretending to be an emperor, being cautious and prudent every day, had left her physically and mentally exhausted. Only when she was alone could she truly be Qian Renxue.

She was raising her hand to carefully comb her smooth, long hair, her fingertips gently tracing the strands, her movements leisurely and relaxed, her eyes carrying a rare sense of ease and contentment.

At that very moment, an extremely faint, almost ethereal, unfamiliar aura quietly bloomed within the palace.

It was neither a fluctuation of soul power nor a suppression of the soul; it was as calm as a gentle breeze, so ordinary as to be almost mundane. Yet, Qian Renxue, who had been in a high position for many years, had experienced countless dangers, and whose vigilance was ingrained in her very bones, tensed up instantly.

Her body reacted much faster than her mind; her back straightened abruptly, her relaxed aura vanished instantly, and her highly refined angelic power surged through her body, ready to unleash her ultimate combat power at any moment.

She instinctively and quickly covered her chest with both hands, took a slight step back, her bright eyes narrowed, filled with extreme vigilance and wariness, and her sharp gaze swept across the entire palace in an instant.

The ability to sneak into the emperor's palace without her noticing, bypassing the palace's layers of restrictions and guard patrols, and appearing silently in front of her, far exceeded her understanding and expectations.

But when her gaze was fixed on the tall figure who slowly walked out from behind the screen, the muscles that had been taut all over her body instantly relaxed, the angelic power she had been gathering and accumulating receded like a tide, and the fierce wariness in her eyes melted away, replaced by deep astonishment and surprise.

My tense shoulders completely relaxed, and even my breathing slowed down unconsciously.

"Yang Jian?"

Qian Renxue spoke softly, her voice slightly hoarse from just relaxing, her tone full of disbelief, and her delicate eyebrows and eyes filled with astonishment.

"How will you be here?"

Her tone was slightly reproachful, but there was no anger in her eyes, only a sudden surprise and warmth.

Having known each other for a long time, she had already figured out Yang Jian's personality. He was always free-spirited and unrestrained, not bound by worldly rules, and acted entirely according to his own heart. He never adhered to the etiquette of the palace or worldly hierarchy.

Yang Jian walked slowly to the carved round table in the center of the palace and stopped. His posture was as upright as a pine tree, his temperament was aloof and otherworldly, and his dark eyes calmly gazed at the beautiful girl in front of him. His expression was indifferent and without any extra ripples.

He was a man of few words, with a calm and reserved nature. He disliked empty talk and formalities, and his words and actions were always straightforward.

Meeting Qian Renxue's puzzled and surprised gaze, Yang Jian spoke calmly and clearly, without the slightest hesitation or delay, and asked directly, "I'm asking you, when is our wedding scheduled?"

The short sentence, spoken in a low and calm tone, resounded like a thunderclap in Qian Renxue's mind.

The palace fell into a deathly silence in an instant. The breeze, birdsong, and wind outside the window seemed to vanish completely, and all the sounds around were utterly hidden.

Qian Renxue froze completely, her bright eyes widening slightly, her long eyelashes trembling gently, her face filled with layers of astonishment and disbelief, she could hardly believe her ears.

She stared blankly at the indifferent young man before her, her mind a complete blank, her thoughts utterly frozen.

Over the years, she has been lying low in the Heavenly Dou Palace, enduring hardship and taking every step carefully. She carries the mission of her family and the expectations of her grandfather, disguising herself day after day, suppressing her true feelings, and enduring countless lonely and long days and nights.

But since meeting Yang Jian, a ray of warm light has shone into her cold and lonely world for the first time.

She had long since fallen deeply in love with this young man, whose strength was unparalleled on the continent, whose temperament was unique, and whose heart was pure.

Countless times, when she was alone at night, she secretly hoped and waited, longing for the day when she could shed all pretense and burdens, stand proudly beside Yang Jian, become his partner, and spend her life with him.

This feeling was kept hidden in my heart, restrained and never dared to be easily revealed.

She had secretly speculated countless times that Yang Jian was indifferent to love and romance, focused solely on cultivation, decisive in killing, and had never cared about romantic feelings. Perhaps her obsession was just wishful thinking.

She waited for too long, hoped for too long, so long that she almost gave up on her expectations, so long that she thought her feelings would eventually disappear without a trace.

But at this moment, Yang Jian asked her directly about the wedding date. This simple question shattered all her unease and anxiety.

An overwhelming sense of surprise swept through her body, and the emotions she had suppressed for many years suddenly erupted. Warm tears welled up in her eyes without warning, instantly blurring her vision.

The next second, Qian Renxue could no longer maintain any composure or dignity; all her calmness, authority, and restraint collapsed.

She strode forward lightly, her figure graceful, filled with joy and excitement, and threw herself into Yang Jian's arms without a care.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, and warm tears silently slid down, soaking Yang Jian's clothes.

The cries were soft and gentle, without a trace of uncontrolled wailing, but full of the grievances endured for many years and the joy of finally achieving fulfillment.

“I’ve waited for this day… Yang Jian, I’ve finally waited for this day.”

Chapter 254 Disappointment

Qian Renxue's voice choked with emotion, thick with nasal tone, her words filled with the preciousness of something lost and found, and burning affection. "I thought... you would never bring this up again. I thought I could only keep waiting silently like this."

Yang Jian's body stiffened slightly. He was usually decisive and ruthless, and he could remain calm even when facing thousands of powerful enemies. But when faced with the girl's burning affection and soft embrace, a slight tenderness flashed in his eyes. However, he still did not say anything. He just stood quietly and let her vent the emotions that had been accumulating in his heart for many years.

After a moment, Qian Renxue gradually calmed down and recovered from the extreme emotional turmoil. She stepped back a little and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

At this moment, her eyebrows and eyes were red, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes were shimmering with tears. She had shed all her imperial majesty and was left with only the pure and touching demeanor of a young woman, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

She looked up at Yang Jian with a deep gaze, her eyes burning with determination and joy, her tone light and eager: "Since you've asked, then we shouldn't delay any longer."

"Tomorrow, I will return to the Spirit Hall with you and hold the wedding immediately to announce it to the entire Douluo Continent."

She spoke these words crisply and decisively, without the slightest hesitation. Her long-awaited wish had finally come true, and she didn't want to wait a moment longer.

Looking at the bright light in her eyes, Yang Jian pursed his thin lips and nodded slightly, silently acknowledging her decision.

Upon receiving a response, Qian Renxue's smile deepened, a huge weight lifted from her heart, filling her with warmth and anticipation.

She took a deep breath, quickly abandoning her soft, feminine demeanor, and with a thought, her aura suddenly shifted.

The originally clear and gentle female voice instantly transformed into a clear and steady young male voice, with a deep and upright tone that perfectly replicated the voice of the Heavenly Emperor without any flaws.

She turned and walked to the palace gate, pushed open the door, and said in a deep voice to the personal eunuchs who were standing solemnly waiting outside, "By my decree, all affairs for today are cancelled, and all officials may leave the court without waiting."

"I am going into seclusion today to break through my cultivation level. No one is allowed to disturb me. All matters in the palace shall be temporarily suspended."

The eunuch outside the door bowed and received the decree without the slightest hesitation. He quickly bowed and withdrew to convey the decree.

As the Heavenly Emperor, Qian Renxue's words were law, and no one dared to question or disobey her.

Even if the officials were full of doubts, they could only obediently leave the court, and no one dared to speculate on the emperor's intentions.

After dealing with court affairs, Qian Renxue turned around again and looked back at Yang Jian, who stood silently and calmly in the hall.

At this moment, she shed all her imperial disguise, her eyes once again filled with a gentle and charming smile, and she walked lightly to the dragon bed on the inner side of the palace.

She leaned against the edge of the exquisite and ornate dragon bed, her figure graceful, her eyes full of affection, and the corners of her lips curved into a captivating smile. Her voice was soft and melodious, with a touch of alluring sweetness: "You've come to see me so early today, it seems you've been thinking of me too."

"Since you're here, don't rush to leave. It's fine to go back later."

Yang Jian remained standing in place, upright and calm, without uttering a word. His dark eyes were calm and unwavering. He listened to her gentle and soft words without giving any further response or making any move to approach her.

Seeing his aloof and silent demeanor, Qian Renxue couldn't help but purse her lips slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes, but she didn't take it to heart at all.

Over time, she had grown accustomed to Yang Jian's personality: taciturn, rarely showing his emotions, and always aloof and self-possessed. Whether facing overwhelming enemies or tender affections, he always maintained this calm and composed demeanor.

She may seem aloof and distant, but she knows in her heart that behind this taciturnity lies extreme reliability and composure, as well as her unique gentleness and certainty.

Compared to those who use sweet words and feign sincerity, Yang Jian's silence was the most reassuring to her.

……

Time flows by, the sun and moon change, and three days pass by in the blink of an eye.

In just three days, the entire atmosphere of the Douluo Continent was completely upended by a shocking piece of news. The whole continent was in an uproar, and everyone was talking about it and shocked.

Yang Jian, the Pope of the Spirit Hall who unified the entire Douluo Continent, held supreme power, and possessed unparalleled prestige, officially issued a papal decree to announce to the world that he would marry the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall. The grand wedding ceremony would be held in the main square of the Spirit Hall, and all forces from all over the continent were invited to attend.

This news spread like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, instantly reaching every corner of the Douluo Continent. From top sects and imperial families to ordinary soul masters and common people, everyone heard about it, causing a worldwide uproar.

Countless people were shocked and bewildered, their faces blank and their hearts filled with endless doubts.

When did the Spirit Hall acquire another Holy Maiden?

Looking back at the Spirit Hall over the past few decades, the only top-level leaders known to the world are Pope Yang Jian, former Pope Bibi Dong, and the titled Douluo of the Hall of Offerings.

In the public's subconscious, the position of Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall has always been held by Bibi Dong, and there has never been any talk of a second Holy Maiden.

Moreover, the saintess who is about to get married has the surname Qian.

The surname Qian carries an immense and illustrious weight on the Douluo Continent.

That is the surname of the Spirit Hall's legendary clan, the exclusive surname of Qian Daoliu, a peerless powerhouse who once stood at the pinnacle of the continent, known as invincible in the sky, and who suppressed an era.

Countless people secretly speculated, their hearts filled with doubt and uncertainty: Could it be that this Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, who has been living in seclusion for many years and has never appeared in the world, is a descendant of Qian Daoliu?