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

He wasn't worried that Wang Hegui had ulterior motives.

After all, he would definitely be valued after joining the Spirit Hall. As a member of the Spirit Hall, Wang Hegui would never dare to harm his brother and Xiao Chan unless he was mentally ill and not afraid of being retaliated against in the future.

As long as he takes good care of his brother and Xiao Chan, he wouldn't mind repaying Wang Hegui properly when he becomes stronger in the future.

"Then it's settled." Wang Hegui nodded in satisfaction and urged Yang Jian and the others to get on the carriage quickly and not stand there.

Yang Jian remained calm, glanced back at the villagers who hadn't been particularly kind to him, but weren't exactly bad either, and then got into the carriage.

The interior of the carriage was even more luxurious, with soft cushions and various seasonal fruits on the table, just like a finely decorated house.

Wow, it's so beautiful.

Yang Chan was the second to enter the carriage. He looked left and right, his bright eyes shining.

Yang Jiao was the third to enter the carriage. He was also shocked, but he didn't show too much excitement and sat awkwardly next to Yang Jian.

"Little brother, it's all thanks to you. If it weren't for you, I would never have had the chance to experience these things in my life. Mom and Dad would be so happy to see you doing so well in heaven."

“Brother, once you get to the city, you can go to school and work hard in your cultivation. You might just be able to make something of yourself,” Yang Jian encouraged him from the side.

At the same time, I silently made a vow in my heart.

For his sake, his brother gave up going to the Weihai City Junior Soul Master Academy, wasting three years of training time.

Although my brother's innate soul power is only level one, his talent is very poor. Even if he cultivates hard for the next three years, he probably won't be able to improve by more than a few levels. At most, he will become a Soul Venerable in the future.

But now that he has left Huangyu Village, his brother may not necessarily stop there.

Amazing herb!

As long as we can find the immortal herb for my brother to consume, becoming a Title Douluo is not a dream!

……

Weihai City is not far from Huangyu Village; we set off in the morning and arrived in the afternoon.

Yang Jian sat in the carriage, looking at the magnificent city, his heart filled with emotion.

This is many times larger than Huangyu Village.

As the carriage entered the city, the bustling scene once again thrilled Yang Jian.

After all, this was the first time he had ever left Huangyu Village since he was a child, and seeing such a lively place inevitably filled him with awe.

"Who goes there?!"

Just then, someone shouted, and the carriage stopped abruptly.

Yang Jian peeked out in confusion and saw a dark figure standing in the middle of the bustling street.

Chapter 8 Testing the Quality of the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword

That's right, it's a shadowy figure.

Enveloped in black mist, its features were obscured, but it could be identified as a human.

Such an obvious feature.

A name immediately popped into Yang Jian's mind.

Ghostly!

Wang Hegui frowned, but he could tell that the person was powerful. He quickly dismounted and bowed deeply to the dark figure.

"We are from the Spirit Hall. What is your purpose in stopping us?"

The shadowy figure pulled a token from his pocket: "Where is he?"

Upon seeing the token, Wang Hegui's pupils constricted. He recognized it as an elder's token from the Spirit Hall and instantly understood the other party's identity.

Ghost Douluo!

His body tensed at that moment, he swallowed hard, and seemed somewhat at a loss in the face of a titled Douluo. He pointed to the carriage behind him.

Yang Jian knew it was his turn to appear. He lifted the curtain of the carriage, jumped off, walked to the ghost, and bowed slightly.

"Ah."

The ghost glanced at him casually and saw that his soul power had reached level 10, confirming that he was the target.

Without saying another word, she reached out and grabbed his shoulder, then vanished from the spot.

After a while, Wang Hegui finally came to his senses.

Looking at the spot where the ghost had been standing, he gently patted his chest, feeling that his performance just now was really terrible.

But it's not entirely his fault. After all, that was Ghost Douluo, while he was just a level 29 Great Soul Master. How could he possibly handle it with ease?

"It seems that Xiao Jian is really valued by the main hall, as even His Majesty Ghost Douluo came to pick her up personally."

Wang Hegui felt excited again.

If nothing unexpected happens, I'll probably only be able to look up to Yang Jian in the future.

But considering that I helped raise Yang Jiao and Yang Chan, they shouldn't treat me badly.

……

Ghost was a man of action. He carried Yang Jian in his hand, released his soul power to envelop Yang Jian's body to ensure that he would not be injured, and flew towards Wuhun City with all his might, without saying a word.

Yang Jian didn't initiate a conversation, gazing longingly at the rapidly receding mountains and rivers below.

Unfortunately, it seems that only those who reach the Title Douluo level can fly on their own or awaken a specific martial soul.

All he can do now is envy.

However, I remember that one of the skills of the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone is flight. If I could get my hands on it, I could fly even if I wasn't a Title Douluo.

However, according to the current timeline, Tang San is only six years old, and that drunkard is still in Holy Soul Village, so we must plan this carefully.

It would be safe to obtain the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone only when Tang San went to Shrek Academy and Tang Hao was secretly protecting him.

Yang Jian thought to himself.

Two hours later.

As dusk fell.

As Yang Jian felt the ground beneath his feet, he knew he had arrived at his destination.

As the black soul power enveloping him dissipated, a magnificent hall came into view.

It's beyond words.

In any case, it was based on Yang Jian's knowledge base.

There are only two words: awesome.

"Follow."

The ghost entered the main hall first, its tone icy.

If Yang Jian hadn't known that this was his personality, he would have had no doubt that he would be slapped to death the moment he entered the main hall.

Yang Jian followed obediently behind, looking around, and was then shocked for a whole year.

Good guy!

The main hall is at least a thousand square meters, and its decorations are almost entirely made of gold, making it magnificent and resplendent.

If this were converted into gold soul coins, it would be an astronomical figure.

Soon, he noticed that besides himself and the ghost, there were two other people waiting in the hall.

One of them stood to the side, wearing golden armor, with skin as smooth and flawless as a newborn baby's, and an extremely alluring and beautiful appearance, exuding a feminine and seductive charm.

However, the clearly defined Adam's apple on the neck still confirms that he is male.

It's definitely Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Another person sat on the throne, wearing a black robe with gold trim, holding a scepter about two meters long and inlaid with countless rare gems, exuding a holy yet cold aura.

Her skin was as white as jade, without any flaws, and her face was so exquisite that it was almost perfect. Her long, wine-red hair was tied up with a purple-gold crown, with the rest hanging down to her waist.

Bibi Dong is definitely the one.

"Your Holiness, the person has been brought here."

The ghost bowed respectfully, then stepped aside and stood quietly beside Yue Guan, waiting patiently.

"Yang Jian greets His Holiness the Pope."

Yang Jian was not intimidated at all. He withdrew his gaze from Bibi Dong and, mimicking the ghostly manner he had just displayed, cupped his hands in a salute.

This behavior surprised Bibi Dong somewhat.

This child, who looked pale, thin, and malnourished, showed no unease at all when he first met me; his temperament was truly admirable.

She nodded almost imperceptibly: "Yes, your aura has indeed reached level 10, undoubtedly full innate soul power. Release your two martial souls for me to see."

Although he knew that the people below him would not lie to him about this matter.

But you still have to see it with your own eyes.

I'll also take a look at the quality of Yang Jian's two martial souls and see if they're worth taking on as disciples.

"it is good."

Without hesitation, Yang Jian summoned the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword, holding it at a height of about one meter, just right for him to hold in his hand.

The next second, three pairs of eyes turned to the three-pointed double-edged sword, carefully examining the structure of this martial soul.

Throughout history, apart from a few individuals who have specifically studied this area, the quality of a martial soul has been determined by only three points.

The first thing to consider is the appearance of the martial spirit; the second is its initial power; and the third is its endurance limit.

Judging by appearance is easy to understand. Whether it's a weapon spirit or a beast spirit, the more gorgeous the appearance, the better the quality.

Conversely, martial spirits that are generally considered useless, such as hoes and sickles, have very ordinary appearances.

It's easy to understand why it's powerful in the initial stage.

Take the Clear Sky Hammer, known as the number one weapon spirit in the world, as an example. In its initial stage, without any spirit rings, the Clear Sky Hammer weighed 500 jin, and its power is self-evident.

Similarly, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, known as the number one beast spirit in the world, provides a boost to a creature that is far beyond what cats and dogs can offer.