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

When he finished ordering and was about to pay, he habitually raised his hand and touched the lapel of his clothes where he usually kept his gold soul coins.

Then, he suddenly realized that he was on the Sun and Moon Continent, not the Douluo Continent.

The Gold Soul Coins, which are used in Douluo Continent, are not circulated here at all.

Chapter 284 Foreign Land

Yang Jian paused for a moment, but in just a second or two, he had already decided on the most appropriate course of action.

He traveled lightly to the Sun and Moon Continent this time, without any complicated items on his body, and his soul power reserves were full and abundant.

Faced with the transaction scene at the stall in front of him, he didn't need to worry about haggling or haggling over change. The simplest and most direct way was the most convenient.

Yang Jian raised his hand and took out a brand-new, shiny gold soul coin from his storage soul tool.

This gold soul coin is in excellent condition, with a bright golden color and no wear or scratches. It is a genuine gold soul coin of full value, and its worth far exceeds the price of the food from the street stall.

He gently brought his two fingertips together and applied a slight downward force.

The profound soul power that had accumulated within his body over many years instantly flowed down his arm and gathered at his fingertips, the gentle yet domineering power steadily enveloping the entire gold soul coin.

The material of the Gold Soul Coin is an extremely hard alloy mixed with pure gold. Even if an ordinary Soul Master uses all their strength, they can only bend it a little bit at most, and they cannot shape it at all.

However, under Yang Jian's soul power suppression, the hard gold soul coin became as docile as kneaded dough.

Without any harsh cracking sounds or complicated steps, the gold soul coin was gradually flattened and shaped, and the rounded edges were polished into perfect squares by the soul power. In just a few seconds, a complete gold soul coin was transformed into a small gold ingot of regular size and uniform thickness.

Yang Jian casually pushed the delicate little gold ingot, and it landed steadily on the wooden table of the stall, making a crisp, light sound that was quite eye-catching.

The vendor was busy tidying up the tableware on his stall, slowly wiping the oily surface, waiting for the next customer.

Upon hearing the sound, he subconsciously looked up, and in that one glance, he was completely stunned.

The vendor's eyes were glued to the small, gleaming gold ingot on the table, his pupils almost touching it. His face was filled with utter disbelief, and he stood frozen in place, completely unaware that the rag in his hand had fallen to the ground.

He had been running his stall for decades, dealing with gold and silver coins every day. He had seen countless gold soul coins, but he had never seen anyone who could mold a hard gold soul coin into a neat gold ingot with their bare hands.

This is no longer within the scope of ordinary people's strength; it is a wondrous application of soul power that only high-level soul masters in legends can control.

The vendor stood there dumbfounded for a long time, his mind blank, and it took him more than ten seconds to come to his senses.

He carefully reached out his hands, as if afraid that too much movement would blow the gold ingot away, and gently picked it up.

He habitually brought the gold ingot to his mouth and took a small bite. His teeth touched the firm yet soft pure gold, and he instantly confirmed that it was real gold, without any adulteration.

He then turned the gold ingot over and over again, weighing it in his hands and checking every detail carefully.

The shock, confusion, and panic on her face gradually faded away, replaced by a beaming smile. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were all squeezed together as she kept nodding to Yang Jian, her attitude as enthusiastic as could be.

The vendor knew perfectly well that the young man in front of him, who looked quite young, was definitely a big shot who was hiding his true abilities. He might not meet many like him in his lifetime, so he couldn't afford to be careless.

Yang Jian ignored the vendor's exaggerated reaction, reached out and picked up the food that had been packaged and was almost cooled down, turned around and walked to an empty table and chairs against the wall on the street, pulled over a chair and sat down steadily.

Instead of wolfing it down, he slowly picked up his utensils and began to savor the unfamiliar street food.

With one bite, the rich broth bursts in your mouth, filling your entire oral cavity with a fresh and fragrant flavor, without any blandness or greasiness.

The meat inside is stewed until extremely tender, falling off the bone with the slightest touch, and every strand of meat is infused with the flavor of the broth, making it incredibly delicious.

The unique spice flavor of the stall is not overpowering or pungent, but gently unfolds on the tongue, creating a rich and layered taste that is absolutely delicious.

Yang Jian has traveled through countless cities on the Douluo Continent, tasted all kinds of cuisines from the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires, and eaten everything from delicacies from high-end restaurants to local snacks from street stalls.

But the flavors of all the food in Douluo Continent are completely different from the food in front of you.

This is a unique culinary feature of the Sun and Moon Continent, a completely new taste experience that Yang Jian had never had before. It was novel and delicious, making Yang Jian feel exceptionally comfortable while eating.

He ate his food slowly and leisurely, idly observing everything on the street. He wasn't in a hurry to get somewhere or explore, but rather immersed himself in the lively atmosphere of this unfamiliar town.

The street was bustling with people, a constant stream of pedestrians, never quiet for a moment. People hurried along, each with their own business and their own way home.

There were vendors carrying heavy loads of goods, rushing to deliver them. They walked quickly, muttering to themselves that they were afraid of missing the deadline.

Groups of three or five passersby strolled around, stopping occasionally to look at the street stalls.

There are also people who have finished a day's farm work and hard labor, walking slowly, exhausted, and just wanting to go home and rest as soon as possible.

The sounds around me were incredibly lively, with locals speaking in a completely unfamiliar dialect, their speech fast and unique.

The cries of street vendors rose and fell in layers as they enthusiastically promoted their goods.

Passersby chatted, laughed, and bargained with each other as they passed by.

Countless sounds intertwine and entwine together, not noisy or jarring, but rather exceptionally vivid and lively, filling the streets and alleys with the vibrant atmosphere of everyday life, making one feel at peace as soon as one is there.

Yang Jian ate his food in a leisurely manner, finishing every last drop of soup. After finishing, he wiped his mouth, slowly stood up, and continued strolling along the town's streets.

He deliberately ventured into the deep alleys of the town, avoiding the crowds on the main streets, slowly exploring this unfamiliar city, carefully experiencing the unique human condition of the Sun and Moon Continent, and feeling the completely different atmosphere of life from that of the Douluo Continent.

After walking for a while, the hustle and bustle of the main road gradually faded away, the houses on both sides became low and old, the road surface changed from a smooth stone slab road to an uneven blue brick road, and the light became much dimmer.

This is a narrow and dark alley with tall walls on both sides that block out most of the sunlight. The alley is never exposed to strong light and the air is much cooler than the main road.

Yang Jian's gaze swept across the alley entrance and immediately spotted several beggars huddled in the corner. The beggars were all dressed in tattered clothes, their garments patched up and so thin they were almost translucent, offering no protection against the wind and rain.

Chapter 285 Chaos in the City

The beggars were emaciated, with sunken cheeks and dark circles under their eyes, clearly showing signs of chronic hunger, cold, and long-term suffering.

Several people huddled together, curled up in the shadows of the corner, trying to ward off the chill with each other's body heat, barely managing to get through each day.

In front of each person was a chipped, broken porcelain bowl, the bottom of which was completely empty and clean. There was not a single scrap of food, let alone any money or grain. It was clear that no one had given them anything all day, and they were living in extreme poverty.

Not far from the alley, a stray cat with messy fur sat quietly on a low wall. It was thin and looked like it had been starving for years. Its eyes were fixed on the beggars in the alley, its gaze wary and distant, always on guard against these destitute people.

The man and the cat both looked destitute. The deserted alley was devoid of any vitality, filled with a bleak and impoverished scene that made one's heart inexplicably heavy.

Yang Jian didn't stop to disturb them, but merely glanced at them before turning his gaze away and continuing on his way. After passing through the alley and then two crisscrossing streets, a sudden burst of hurried footsteps, mixed with noisy shouts and angry curses, broke the surrounding tranquility.

Yang Jian looked up and saw a middle-aged man tightly clutching a bulging package, his arms wrapped around it as if afraid it would fall.

He looked extremely flustered, his eyes were unfocused, and he was walking incredibly fast, almost sprinting out of a shop on the street.

The shop owner followed closely behind, chasing after him with all his might, shouting and cursing at the top of his lungs as he ran, constantly berating the middle-aged man who had stolen the goods, his emotions agitated and furious.

Upon hearing the noise, passersby on the street instinctively moved to the sides of the road to make way for the two people, automatically creating a wide passage.

Everyone just stood by and watched; no one stepped forward to stop the robber, and no one helped chase after the shop owner.

Most people just glanced at it casually, and after realizing it was a street robbery farce, they turned their gaze away expressionlessly, lowered their heads, and continued on their way or busy with their own affairs.

Clearly, this kind of chaos at the grassroots level is commonplace in this city, and everyone is used to it, no one wants to meddle or get into trouble.

Yang Jian walked a short distance further and stumbled upon another extremely familiar, mundane scene. In front of a street food stall, a young man finished a table full of food. Taking advantage of the moment when the owner turned around to clear the table, wash the dishes, and was too busy to attend to the customers, he lowered his head, tiptoed, and quietly slipped into the crowd, turning around and disappearing. It was obvious that he wanted to dine and dash and deliberately skip out on the bill.

The owner of the snack stall was older and not very quick. He worked diligently for quite a while, cleaning the table and tidying up the dishes, before suddenly realizing that the customers had vanished without a trace.

The tables and chairs were completely empty, not a single penny of the meal payment had been made. All that work had been for nothing; they hadn't even recouped their costs. The owner looked at the empty tables, shook his head helplessly, and sighed deeply, his face etched with exhaustion and despair.

He wasn't angry, nor did he chase after the person; he simply and silently cleaned up the remaining dishes, his movements practiced yet numb.

Clearly, he had encountered this kind of unpleasant situation countless times—customers skipping out on their bills after eating—and was already used to the chaos and disorder of this kind of grassroots society.

Having witnessed two chaotic incidents in succession, Yang Jian watched the whole thing without feeling the slightest ripple in his heart; his mind remained as calm as a stagnant pool.

He lived through countless years, traversed countless corners of the Douluo Continent, and witnessed all sorts of human nature, good and evil, and the chaos of the marketplace.

Whether it's the relatively well-ordered Douluo Continent or this brand-new Sun and Moon Continent before us, the fundamental nature of humanity has never changed.

Highway robbery, theft, skipping out on meals, and bullying the weak—these dark and ugly phenomena are problems that human society can never completely eradicate.

No matter which continent or world you are on, no matter how advanced the civilization is, the conflicts and darkness at the bottom will always exist and have never completely disappeared.

Yang Jian pulled himself out of his jumbled thoughts and continued strolling slowly along the smooth street, leisurely exploring. As he walked, the rows of unique shops along the street caught his eye, allowing him to finally grasp the most core and essential difference between the Sun Moon Continent and the Douluo Continent.

In the Douluo Continent, most shops are restaurants, inns, weapon shops, medicine shops, and general stores, with very few soul tool shops, and most of them are simple and crude. However, on the streets of this Sun Moon Continent, all kinds of soul tool shops and workshops can be seen everywhere.

Almost every shop has a large number of special items neatly displayed at the entrance and on the counter, all made of metal and various crystals.

These artifacts are exquisitely designed, with smooth and regular lines, and are made with fine and delicate workmanship. Compared with the crude, bulky, and simple-looking primary soul tools in Douluo Continent, they are products of two completely different eras, with a world of difference.

Yang Jian stopped and looked around with great interest, examining each item in the shop. On the counter of one of the shops facing the street, there was a palm-sized thin metal plate. The surface of the plate was polished smooth and shiny, and several crystals of different colors were neatly inlaid on it. The red, blue, green and white crystals were arranged in an orderly manner, making it look particularly exquisite.

The most amazing thing is that as soon as a customer approaches the counter, when they are still two or three steps away from the metal plate, the crystals on the plate will automatically light up with a warm and faint luster. The sensor is extremely sensitive. It does not require touching or soul power to trigger it. It can be activated simply by the human body approaching. Its practicality and fun are maximized. It is really amazing.

After examining the sensory artifacts, Yang Jian stopped in front of another soul tool workshop. The workshop doors were wide open, offering a clear view of the production process inside.

A middle-aged craftsman was sitting at his workbench, completely absorbed in making a soul-guided artifact, his expression focused and unaffected by the passersby at the door.

He held a slender, precision tweezer in his hand, carefully picking up a metal part the size of a grain of rice, and steadily and precisely embedding it into the corresponding slot or groove of the object.

The entire assembly process was precise and meticulous, with every tiny part fitting together perfectly without the slightest deviation. The craftsman's every movement was methodical, rhythmic, and clear, with no errors whatsoever. It was clear that he was a seasoned veteran with years of experience in this field.

Once all the tiny parts were assembled and adjusted, the craftsman slightly moved his fingertips, releasing a wisp of pure soul power that slowly flowed into the core of the object.

The moment the soul power was injected, a uniform and soft white halo immediately lit up the surface of the small and exquisite soul guidance device. The surface patterns flowed slowly, and the internal energy operated stably without any disorder, making it look exceptionally high-end.

Chapter 286 Follow your heart, observe as you please

Having witnessed the entire process of creating soul tools on the Sun Moon Continent, Yang Jian was completely convinced of the conclusion: the research and development and manufacturing technology of soul tools on the Sun Moon Continent truly surpasses and far exceeds that of the Douluo Continent in the current era.

The soul tools here are exquisitely crafted, ingeniously designed, and beautifully shaped, and are extremely practical. Whether it's the precision of metal polishing, the assembly and fitting of parts, the energy utilization rate of soul power, or the stability of the device's operation, every indicator is comprehensively superior.

In contrast, the current rudimentary soul tools in Douluo Continent are crudely made, bulky in design, have limited functionality, waste energy, and frequently suffer from soul power disorder and device malfunction. The two are simply incomparable.

To make his judgment more accurate, Yang Jian did not leave immediately. Instead, he continued to visit and observe along the entire street, browsing dozens of soul tool shops and workshops, and looking at various types of soul tools, including daily-use, auxiliary, and simple functional types.

Based on what he saw and heard along the way, he formed a more detailed and comprehensive judgment.

Although the Soul Guidance Technology of the Sun Moon Continent far surpasses that of the Douluo Continent at the same time, with a mature development system, exquisite craftsmanship, and extremely high popularity, it still has very obvious limitations of its era.

Currently, most of the soul tools circulating in the market and made in workshops are small daily utensils and life aids with relatively simple functions and very limited power.

The soul guidance technology here has not yet developed to the level of advanced war soul guidance devices that can be mass-produced on large production lines, deployed in large numbers on large battlefields, directly change the course of battle, and crush armies. The overall technology is in a steady development, gradual iteration, and slow accumulation stage, with still a great deal of room for improvement.

As Yang Jian strolled around and observed, time slipped by unnoticed. The once bright and clear sky gradually darkened, the setting sun hanging in the sky completely disappeared behind the mountains, the magnificent sunset slowly faded, and the dark night slowly enveloped the entire town.

As night falls, the lights of every household and shop, big and small, illuminate the street one by one, casting warm yellow glows across the entire cobblestone street. The soft light shines down, clearly illuminating the intricate patterns of the cobblestones and the staggered outlines of the houses lining the street.

A cool evening breeze gently blew by, carrying away the lingering heat of the day and bringing with it the intermittent sounds of vendors hawking their wares and chatting in the distance.

Various sounds drifted in on the evening breeze, sometimes near, sometimes far, intertwined and harmonious, neither noisy nor disruptive, just right, adding a rich, warm atmosphere to the town shrouded in night, gentle and healing.