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

The carriage crossed the border of the province of Idov and entered the territory of Linhai City.

The air gradually became humid, and a faint salty, fishy smell wafted in the wind.

The vegetation along the roadside has also changed.

More common are salt-tolerant shrubs and low-lying palm trees.

Yang Jian lifted the carriage curtain and took a deep breath.

He had smelled this fishy smell every day since he was a child, and he was used to it.

Later, I went to the Spirit Hall. I hadn't smelled it for six years, and I thought I would feel uncomfortable, but now it smells especially familiar.

"We've arrived." Yue Guan opened her eyes. "I won't go in with you; I'll stay in the shadows and keep watch."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the carriage, as if he had never existed.

Yang Jian was not surprised. After the carriage came to a stop, he got off alone.

Linhai City isn't very big, but it's much more prosperous than Weihai City.

The streets were bustling with people, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares, bargaining, and children playing mingled together, creating a lively and vibrant atmosphere.

Yang Jian stood on the street, identified the direction, and then walked towards the Martial Soul Branch Hall.

He hadn't walked more than a few steps when he noticed something was wrong.

There were quite a few people watching him.

To be precise, I was looking at his face.

A young woman dressed in gorgeous clothes walked towards him. When she saw him, she paused for a moment, blushed slightly, and walked away quickly with her head down.

The women nearby made no attempt to hide their whispers, their eyes lingering on his face.

Yang Jian frowned slightly.

He knew he wasn't bad-looking, but the feeling of being stared at like a rare animal still made him uncomfortable.

"Is the young master alone? Would you like to come up and have some fun?" A heavily made-up woman poked her head out from the teahouse next door and gave him a flirtatious wink.

Yang Jian walked over without stopping, his face expressionless.

Having spent so much time with a beauty like Hu Liena, ordinary women simply don't catch his eye.

……

The Martial Soul Branch Hall is located in the center of Linhai City. It is a three-story building made entirely of white stone, with two stone pillars standing in front of the door, the top of which is carved with the Martial Soul Hall's logo.

Yang Jian walked to the door and was about to go in when two guards simultaneously reached out to stop him.

"Halt. This is a sacred ground of the Spirit Hall. Unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter."

The two guards were young men in their early twenties, wearing light armor in the Spirit Hall's standard uniform, with long swords hanging at their waists.

They looked Yang Jian up and down, their eyes scrutinizing him.

Yang Jian wasn't annoyed. He took out a token from his pocket and handed it over.

"My name is Yang Jian, and I'm here to find Wang Hegui."

The two guards took the token, looked down, and their pupils contracted simultaneously.

Elder's Decree.

It turned out to be an Elder's Token that only a Title Douluo-level powerhouse could possess.

The Elder's Order of the Spirit Hall.

The two guards exchanged a glance, both seeing shock and confusion in each other's eyes.

How could this boy, who looks no more than a teenager, possibly be a Title Douluo?

Immediately.

Their gazes unconsciously fell on the clothes Yang Jian was wearing.

The fabric is exquisite and the workmanship is meticulous; it is definitely not something that ordinary people can afford.

Moreover, although the boy was young, he stood there calm and composed, with an extraordinary demeanor, clearly not an ordinary person.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go and inform them right away." One of the guards immediately became respectful, handed the token back with both hands, and quickly ran into the branch hall.

The other guard stood still, secretly observing Yang Jian, not daring to breathe.

A moment later, a series of hurried footsteps came from inside the branch hall.

Where are they? Where is everyone?

Chapter 28 Wang Hegui, whom I haven't seen for six years

Wang Hegui practically sprinted out.

Six years had passed, and he looked much more prosperous than before. His face was fuller, and his belly was slightly protruding. He wore the robes of a palace master and had a certain official air about him.

He ran to the door, glanced around, but didn't see any important figures, only a tall, slender young man standing there.

"Where's Yang Jian? Wasn't it said that Yang Jian was coming?"

Wang Hegui looked at the guard, his tone tinged with urgency.

The guard's expression was somewhat strange, and he cautiously pointed to the boy next to him.

"Lord Temple Master, this is..."

Wang Hegui was taken aback and turned to carefully examine the boy in front of him.

Standing over 1.8 meters tall, with striking eyebrows and bright eyes, a handsome face, and an extraordinary and heroic demeanor.

This was completely different from the sallow-faced, thin, and less than a meter tall little boy he remembered.

"You are... Xiao Jian?" Wang Hegui's voice trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Yang Jian didn't speak, but flipped his right hand over.

The three-pointed double-edged sword appeared in his palm. The silver-white blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the three-pointed edge trembled slightly, exuding a chilling sharpness.

Wang Hegui stared at the strangely shaped weapon.

The scene from six years ago in the wooden house in Huangyu Village flashed through my mind.

It can't be wrong.

"Xiao Jian! It really is you!" Wang Hegui's voice trembled with excitement. "You've changed so much, I almost didn't recognize you!"

He looked Yang Jian up and down, and the more he looked, the more alarmed he became.

The skinny child from six years ago has now grown into a heroic and extraordinary young man.

This change is like he's become a completely different person.

"This isn't the place to talk outside, come in quickly," Wang Hegui greeted warmly, personally leading the way.

……

The office door was closed, shutting out the noise from outside.

Wang Hegui invited Yang Jian to sit down, and personally poured him a cup of tea before sitting down in the chair opposite him.

His gaze never left Yang Jian, his eyes filled with curiosity and amazement.

"Xiao Jian, how have you been these past six years? Are you getting used to life at the Spirit Hall?"

"It's alright." Yang Jian picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

Wang Hegui nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then couldn't help but ask, "What level are you at now?"

"Could it be that you've already reached the Soul Master level?"

Just now, he released his soul power perception to try to probe Yang Jian's cultivation level.

But the moment their senses touched Yang Jian's body, they were repelled by a terrifyingly powerful force.

This feeling was even stronger than some of the Soul Masters he had ever met.

Yang Jian glanced at him, did not correct him, and simply nodded slightly.

A Soul Master at the age of twelve is already astonishing enough.

He didn't want to reveal his true level, and he didn't want too many people to know that he was a Soul King.

Wang Hegui gasped, leaned back in his chair, and remained speechless for a long time.

Six years, from level 10 to level 40.

What is this concept?

An ordinary person would be considered a genius if they could advance twenty levels in ten years, but Yang Jian advanced thirty levels in six years, even though it became increasingly difficult to improve his soul power as he progressed.

Wang Hegui suddenly realized that the boy in front of him was no longer the child he could casually pat on the shoulder six years ago.

A twelve-year-old Soul Master, holding an Elder's Token, will surely be treated like a treasure by the Spirit Hall.

Such a person is far beyond what a mere branch hall master like him can compare to.

His waist unconsciously bent down, and he became cautious.

Yang Jian noticed his change, but her expression remained unchanged, and she didn't even look at him directly.

It's not that he's ungrateful.

Wang Hegui kept in mind the kindness of his brother and Xiaochan in raising him for six years.

But personal relationships are personal relationships, and social status is social status.

If he is too polite from the start, what if Wang Hegui takes advantage of the situation, makes excessive demands, or even uses this favor as an excuse to do something in the future?

Despite his current status in the Spirit Hall.

He could probably easily fulfill any request Wang Hegui made.

But his goals will become bigger and bigger in the future, and his status will become higher and higher, so this door cannot be opened.

"Palace Master Wang," Yang Jian put down his teacup, his voice calm, "thank you for taking care of my brother and Xiao Chan these past six years."

Wang Hegui quickly waved his hand, "No need to thank me, no need to thank me, it's all what I should do..."