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

Yang Jian stood quietly at the crossroads, stopped, and looked up at the entire night sky above.

He had seen the starry sky of Douluo Continent countless times, and he knew the arrangement of star trails, the brightness of stars, and the direction of the Milky Way by heart.

However, the starry sky of the Sun and Moon Continent before my eyes, whether in terms of the arrangement of stars, their brightness, or the overall trajectory of star trails, is completely different from that of the Douluo Continent.

The night sky was vast and deep, with sparse yet bright stars. A sense of unfamiliarity washed over me, making me clearly realize that this was a completely unfamiliar new continent.

Yang Jian gazed at the night sky for a moment, memorizing the scene before him, before slowly lowering his head and withdrawing his gaze. Under the gentle glow of the city lights, he continued his leisurely stroll along the winding streets and alleys, slowly exploring this new and unknown continent, unhurried and at ease.

After leaving the town, Yang Jian remained leisurely, wandering aimlessly across the land of the Sun and Moon Continent.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, his rhythm steady and relaxed. He looked like an ordinary traveler who had left his hometown to relax and travel in a foreign land, without any airs of a strongman.

He did not plan a fixed route in advance, nor did he have a destination he had to reach, nor any task he was in a hurry to complete.

Go wherever you want, follow your heart, and observe whatever comes your way.

And so he traveled from one bustling small town to another, larger one, from flat, open plains across rolling hills, across grasslands, through valleys, along country lanes, and through town streets.

He traveled at a leisurely pace, stopping frequently to observe the scenery, meet the people, and encounter things that were completely different from everything he had experienced during his long journey through the Douluo Continent. Every scene was fresh and unique, and every custom was refreshing.

The overall customs and culture of the Sun Moon Continent are very different from those of the Douluo Continent, and can be easily distinguished at a glance.

The architectural style here is extremely pragmatic, with a neat and grand overall layout and no unnecessary fancy decorations.

The city walls in various places were built to be exceptionally thick and sturdy, with sharp edges and strong lines. All designs prioritized defense, residence, and daily life.

Compared to the exquisitely beautiful, ornately decorated, and ornately designed buildings of Douluo Continent, the houses of Sun Moon Continent have less artistic embellishment and more practical functionality.

Most of the houses in the area have flat roofs without elaborate eaves or upturned corners. On the roofs of every household, people either spread out autumn harvest grains and dried goods to dry, or string up long clotheslines to hang clothes to dry, creating a strong sense of everyday life.

The shop signs along the town streets are also very distinctive. There are almost no fancy text decorations; most of them directly depict various soul tool patterns. Some patterns are delicate and intricate, while others are rough and simple, making them intuitive and clear.

Moreover, the soul tool industry on this continent is extremely developed. You can find several soul tool shops, craft workshops, and repair shops on almost every street and alley. Each shop has a constant stream of customers and business is booming all year round, which is enough to show the popularity of soul tools on the Sun and Moon Continent.

Beyond the architecture and industries, the local people also possess a remarkably distinct cultural character. The inhabitants of the Sun and Moon Continent speak in short, forceful, and concise tones, without unnecessary pleasantries. The abundant sunshine and open terrain throughout the year have instilled in them a straightforward and decisive personality, a dry, direct, and unpretentious nature.

People's clothing is also very practical, with clothes made of thick and durable fabrics, and mostly in calm and low-key colors such as black, gray, and brown.

The ornate embroidery, delicate tassels, and intricate patterns popular among the nobility and wealthy in the Douluo Continent are almost nowhere to be seen here.

Everyone's daily life revolves around the word "practicality." Simplicity, plainness, steadiness, and stability are the most distinctive features of this continent.

Yang Jian wandered around, observing and reflecting, for over a month. During this time, he traversed vast territories, visiting dozens of cities and towns, and hundreds of villages and townships, thoroughly understanding the basic situation and overall structure of the Sun Moon Continent.

Chapter 287 The Third Prince of the Sun Moon Empire

This vast continent of Sun and Moon is a unified territory ruled by a single regime, namely the Sun and Moon Empire.

All the land, population, and cities on the entire continent are under the jurisdiction of the Sun and Moon Empire.

This is completely different from Douluo Continent, which has been divided into two major empires, Tian Dou and Xing Luo, for many years. Their power is balanced and they check and balance each other, resulting in constant friction and a fragmented structure.

The Sun and Moon Continent is unified as a whole, without any division of power, and the ruling system is more centralized.

The current emperor of the Sun Moon Empire is named Xu Langya, widely known among the people. His martial soul is the extremely rare and top-tier dragon martial soul, the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon. His cultivation has already reached the level of a Title Douluo, and he is recognized as a top expert across the entire continent.

As for Xu Langya's specific soul power level, no one in the public can give an accurate answer; all the information is vague speculation and exaggerated rumors.

The rumors circulating among the people on the streets were varied. Some said he had reached the peak of the 96th level titled Douluo, while others were certain that he had broken through to the 98th level. There were even more exaggerated rumors that he had one foot in the realm of gods and was only one step away from transcending the limits of mortals.

Countless rumors, both true and false, piled up like a thick fog, firmly shrouding the name Xu Langya and making the emperor's true strength mysterious and unpredictable.

However, Yang Jian was certain that the Sun Moon Empire's royal family had a very deep foundation and was by no means as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Within the royal family, there are definitely not only Xu Langya, a titled Douluo, but also a large number of senior top experts who have been living in seclusion for many years and never show their faces, silently guarding the royal family and protecting the foundation of the empire.

However, the exact number of these powerful individuals and their true cultivation levels are top secrets of the empire, unknown to the general public.

After gathering this basic information, Yang Jian did not stop. He maintained a leisurely pace, digesting all the intelligence he had collected over the past month as he traveled, and slowly sorting out the power structure of the Sun Moon Continent.

After another ten days or so of arduous travel, the outline of an incredibly magnificent giant city slowly emerged on the horizon at the edge of the field of vision.

The city walls were entirely constructed of regular, gray-white megaliths. The walls were towering into the clouds, incredibly thick, and imposing, far taller, stronger, and more majestic than any city he had ever seen before.

Yang Jian adjusted his direction and headed straight for the city gate of the giant city.

The crowd at the city gate was not crowded. Scattered civilians, vendors, and travelers hurried along with their heads down. Entering and leaving the city was orderly. Everyone was focused on their own business, and no one paid any special attention to the strangers coming and going.

Yang Jian had an ordinary appearance and dressed simply, blending into the crowd unnoticed, and naturally no one noticed his presence.

Just as he was about to reach the bottom of the city gate and step into the city, a series of chaotic noises suddenly came from the base of the wall on the right side of the city gate.

The sounds were a mix of a girl's suppressed sobs and aggrieved whimpers, and a man's arrogant voice filled with curses and rebukes. The two voices intertwined, noisy and jarring, instantly shattering the tranquility of the city gate.

Yang Jian subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound, and immediately saw the scene at the base of the wall.

In the shade of the wall, a richly dressed young man was relentlessly entangled with a frail young girl, a scene that was particularly jarring.

The young man was wearing a brand-new brocade robe, the fabric of which was smooth and shiny, clearly a top-quality item.

She wore an exquisite jade belt around her waist, with a jade pendant of excellent quality and top-grade clarity hanging from it. On her fingertips was a beautiful ring inlaid with rubies. She exuded wealth and elegance, dressed in the style of a top-tier noble family or royal aristocrat.

In contrast, the girl opposite him was in a completely different situation.

The dress she wore was faded from washing, the fabric was rough, and it was covered with patches of all sizes, with frayed edges. Although the clothes were worn, they were neatly cut and clean, showing that the owner cherished them.

The girl was thin and frail, with a gaunt face and slightly protruding cheekbones, clearly showing signs of years of hardship and malnutrition.

Only his eyes were exceptionally large and remarkably expressive.

But at this moment, those beautiful big eyes were brimming with tears, their rims were red, and the tears were swirling in their depths, refusing to fall, like a thin layer of ice about to shatter, making them look especially heartbreaking.

The girl gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with all her might, her knuckles turning white and trembling slightly. Her lips were pressed together, quivering slightly, and she was consumed by extreme fear and helplessness.

The young man in brocade robes looked down at the trembling girl with impatience, his tone arrogant and domineering, carrying a strong sense of condescension: "It is a blessing you have accumulated over several lifetimes that I, the prince, have taken a liking to you. Don't be ungrateful here."

"The enormous debt your father owes is something your family could never repay even if they worked themselves to death for three lifetimes. If you obediently come with me and serve this prince, your family's debts will be wiped clean. This is your good fortune."

"I'm telling you this now: you have to leave whether you want to or not. It's not up to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man stopped wasting words and directly reached out his hand, spread his five fingers, and grabbed the girl's slender wrist tightly with great force, showing no mercy whatsoever.

The girl strained violently, struggling desperately to break free from the man's grasp. However, the difference in their strength was too great; the young man's hand was as firm as an iron clamp, and she couldn't break free at all.

In just a few seconds of pulling, several deep red marks were immediately left on the girl's fair wrist, a shocking sight.

She dared not cry out loud, and could only bite her lip tightly, constantly retreating and struggling.

The tears that had been building up in his eyes finally broke free and rolled down in large drops, sliding down his thin cheeks and landing on the soil at his feet, instantly creating small, damp patches.

Passersby at the city gate clearly witnessed this farce of the powerful oppressing the weak. Yet, everyone chose to turn a blind eye, either walking quickly past with their heads down or stepping aside to avoid it. Not a single person was willing to stop and offer assistance, or even utter a single word of advice.

Everyone is afraid of offending the powerful and getting into trouble. In the face of absolute power, the kindness and justice of ordinary people become insignificant.

Yang Jian's gaze lingered on the two of them for a brief moment, taking in the entire process, before he expressionlessly looked away and continued walking towards the city gate.

He never intended to get involved in this matter.

He crossed continents to come to the Sun and Moon Continent only to travel around, experience local customs and traditions, and observe the civilization and soul guidance technology of this continent. He did not come to be a chivalrous savior, nor did he come to uphold justice everywhere.

Chapter 288 Aggressive Momentum

Having witnessed the good and evil of the world and seen through the coldness and warmth of human nature, Yang Jian no longer had the youthful passion and impulse to meddle in everything.

There are countless injustices in the world, and he cannot possibly intervene in every single one.

But he had only taken two steps forward when his foot suddenly sank, and his pace was instantly interrupted.

The girl, who had been held tightly and unable to struggle, suddenly broke free from the young man in brocade robes with a burst of strength, and rushed to Yang Jian's side without regard for anything else.

Without the slightest hesitation, she bent down and hugged Yang Jian's calves, her ten fingers gripping his trouser leg tightly, her nails digging into the thick fabric with extreme panic and despair.

The girl tilted her tear-streaked face high, her eyes red and swollen, her voice hoarse and urgent, pleading with a sob: "Please... save me! I really don't want to go with him!"

“He already has many concubines in his household. I heard that one of his concubines offended him and had both of her legs broken. She has been locked up in the backyard to fend for herself for many years! I really don’t want to end up like that!”

"I have nowhere to run away, and no one to help me. Please take me away. I can endure any hardship, I'm willing to do any job, I'm willing to give you anything... Please save me!"

Her voice was broken and intermittent, filled with extreme fear and despair. Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and she was on the verge of collapse.

The young man in brocade robes quickly caught up, his arrogant gaze first landing on the girl, then moving upwards to scan Yang Jian from head to toe.

Upon seeing that Yang Jian was dressed plainly, without a trace of nobility, and looked like an ordinary traveler who could be found anywhere else, the young man's impatience instantly turned into extreme contempt and arrogance.

He stood with his hands on his hips, chin held high, exuding an air of superiority and arrogance, and coldly questioned, "Who are you to her?"

Yang Jian didn't reply, not even bothering to look at him.

The young man waited a moment, and seeing that the other party had no reaction, he became even more confident and his tone became more arrogant and domineering: "It seems that you don't know her at all, and you have no relationship with her whatsoever."

"Then I advise you to be sensible and get out of my way. I am the Third Prince of the Sun Moon Empire, a man of noble birth. If you insist on meddling, you're just asking for trouble. I won't hesitate to grant your wish!"

As he uttered those harsh words, the Third Prince reached out again, grabbing the girl's shoulder and attempting to forcibly drag her away, displaying an extremely arrogant attitude.

The girl's body trembled violently, her fingers gripping Yang Jian's trouser leg so tightly they almost dug into the fabric. She closed her eyes tightly, her whole body shaking violently, filled with despair, silently awaiting her fate of being taken away.

Yang Jian looked down and glanced indifferently at the hands that were gripping his trouser leg tightly.

Those hands were thin and frail, with most of their nails worn down to bare skin, calluses covering their fingertips, and several old scars on the back of their hands from scratches by hard objects that had recently healed. They were clearly hands that had endured years of hard work and suffering.

He looked up and saw the Third Prince's hand about to touch the girl's shoulder, the distance between them barely an inch.

The next second, Yang Jian raised his right hand and casually waved it outwards.

The movement was so light and casual, as if swatting away a fly that flew in front of you while walking, without any force or sense of threat.

But with that seemingly effortless wave, an invisible and intangible terrifying power erupted instantly.

Before the Third Prince could react, he was struck by a tremendous force, his body suddenly flying backward into the air, tracing an arc before crashing heavily onto the hard stone floor.

After a dull thud, the Third Prince lay stiffly on the ground, his limbs rigid, completely motionless, his fate unknown.

The two guards standing to the side, responsible for protecting the Third Prince, were a full beat slow to react.

The two men had stood by with their arms crossed the entire time, looking completely relaxed. They were used to their prince abusing his power and forcibly taking women from the common people, and showed no vigilance whatsoever. One of them even turned his head to the side and whispered to his companion, his expression nonchalant and utterly unsuspecting.

The two were jolted awake from their conversation only when the Third Prince crashed heavily to the ground with a deafening thud.

Upon seeing the prince lying motionless on the ground, the two men's faces instantly turned deathly pale, all color draining from their skin, as if a thick layer of lime had been forcibly applied to their faces, and terror instantly filled their entire expressions.

The two exchanged a quick glance, their eyes reflecting the same despair and fear.

They were guards specially appointed by the royal family to protect the third prince closely, following him the whole time, yet right under their noses, the prince was severely injured on the spot by strangers.