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

To determine the limits of a martial spirit's endurance, one must apply pressure to the martial spirit and judge its quality by testing the degree to which it eventually breaks or collapses.

The higher the quality of a martial soul, the higher its tolerance limit, and vice versa.

"Hmm, judging from its appearance, it does indeed resemble a top-tier martial soul."

Yue Guan stroked his chin, looking at the handsome yet domineering three-pointed double-edged sword, and gave it high praise.

"Come on, let me test its power."

He reached out to Yang Jian, preparing to test the weight and sharpness of the three-pointed double-edged sword.

Yang Jian naturally wouldn't refuse, and with both hands gripping the hilt, he handed over the three-pointed double-edged sword.

Yue Guan took the weapon, and the moment he held it, his expression changed instantly, and his body leaned forward slightly.

"what?"

He let out a soft exclamation, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This knife is much heavier than I expected.

Although he didn't use his full strength to sense it, he roughly estimated that this uniquely shaped knife weighed at least a thousand pounds, if not more.

If Yue Guan hadn't reached the level of a Symbol Douluo, his strength would have been enhanced by his soul power, and he would have fallen to the ground when he grabbed the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword.

But here is the problem.

How could Yang Jian, a six-year-old child who had only awakened his martial soul a few days ago and was clearly malnourished, possibly pick up this knife?

This is unreasonable.

Chapter 9 Taking on Apprentices

Yue Guan held the three-pointed double-edged sword in one hand, his expression constantly shifting.

As a level 95 Title Douluo, his strength was naturally far beyond that of ordinary people, but even so, the heaviness he felt when he held the knife still surprised him.

"A fine knife."

Yue Guan ran his fingers over the blade, feeling its sharp and piercing edge, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

He tried swinging the blade twice, and a sharp whistling sound filled the air. Where the blade sliced ​​through, a faint silver-white afterimage was left.

"Old ghost, you should give it a try too."

Yue Guan handed the three-pointed double-edged sword to the ghost beside him.

Ghostly reached out and took it. His face, shrouded in black mist, was expressionless, but he paused noticeably, clearly sensing the weight of the knife.

"More than 1,300 catties."

Ghost gave a precise number, his tone unusually tinged with a hint of emotion: "Moreover, this knife has an extremely high tolerance limit. I just secretly tested it with my soul power, and it didn't budge an inch."

"What this means, I don't need to explain, do I?"

Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

One of the criteria for judging top-tier weapon spirits is their ability to withstand limits.

Ordinary weapon spirits, such as those scythes and hoes, will tremble or even shatter if a little spirit power is applied.

The reason why the Clear Sky Hammer can firmly hold the throne of the number one weapon spirit in the world is precisely because its endurance limit far exceeds that of other weapon spirits.

Now, this three-pointed, double-edged sword remains completely unmoved despite the ghostly soul power probing it...

"Your Holiness the Pope."

Yue Guan turned to look at Bibi Dong on the throne, cupped his hands and said, "The quality of this child's martial soul is probably higher than all the weapon martial souls I have ever seen in my life. In terms of potential, it far surpasses ordinary top-level weapon martial souls."

Upon hearing this, a strange light flashed in Bibi Dong's purple eyes.

She did not speak, but rose from the throne, took the scepter, and slowly walked down the steps to Yang Jian.

"Let me see."

Bibi Dong extended her jade-like right hand.

Yang Jian obediently handed over the three-pointed double-edged knife.

The moment Bibi Dong accepted it, a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes.

However, she did not show it like Yue Guan and Gui Mei. Instead, she closed her eyes, gently stroking the blade with her slender fingers, and a wisp of pure soul power seeped into the interior of the three-pointed double-edged sword through her fingertips.

A moment later, she opened her eyes.

"good."

Bibi Dong parted her lips slightly, her voice calm, but if you listened carefully, you could detect a suppressed excitement: "I have just tested the limits of this sword's endurance to a fairly deep level, but I have not yet reached the bottom."

"If I am not mistaken, the Clear Sky Hammer's endurance limit should be around this level."

She paused for a moment before making her final judgment: "The three-pointed double-edged sword is no weaker than the Haotian Hammer."

Upon hearing this, both Yue Guan and Gui Mei gasped in shock.

It's no weaker than the Clear Sky Hammer!

The Clear Sky Hammer is hailed as the number one weapon spirit in the world, inherited from the Clear Sky Sect, and has stood for tens of thousands of years.

Now that Bibi Dong herself has said "no less than", it is the highest praise she could receive.

But what Bibi Dong said next completely shocked the two of them.

"Strictly speaking, in terms of potential, this sword may even surpass the Haotian Hammer."

Bibi Dong returned the three-pointed double-edged sword to Yang Jian, turned around and walked back to the throne, her tone confident: "If I'm not mistaken, the weight of this sword should increase with the addition of the soul ring, and the user should be able to easily control it without being affected by the weight, right?"

Her gaze fell on Yang Jian.

Yang Jian nodded, thinking to himself that as expected of the successor of the Rakshasa God, he could see through this.

Bibi Dong continued, "If that's the case, it means that the growth potential of the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade may far exceed that of the Clear Sky Hammer."

"If this child grows up in the future, the title of the number one weapon spirit in the world will probably change hands."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance, understanding dawning on them. No wonder Yang Jian looked so frail, yet he could wield a three-pointed double-edged sword.

They simultaneously cupped their hands in congratulations: "Congratulations, Your Holiness the Pope! Congratulations, Your Holiness the Pope!"

"With this boy joining the Spirit Hall, the number one weapon spirit in the world will belong to our Spirit Hall in the future. Those cowards in the Clear Sky Sect are probably going to be furious."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, a rare smile appearing on her face.

She sat back on the gilded throne, her gaze falling on Yang Jian, her eyes now showing scrutiny and consideration.

"Yang Jian, summon your second martial soul as well, and let me see it."

"Yes."

Yang Jian nodded, and with a thought, white light surged in his left palm.

The next second, a short-haired white dog appeared at his feet, with pointed ears and a long tail, and a graceful posture. It wagged its tail and rubbed against Yang Jian's calf.

"Wang!"

The celestial dog barked, its voice clear and crisp.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei's gazes fell on the white dog. After observing it carefully for a moment, their expressions gradually became indifferent.

"A separated beast martial soul?"

Yue Guan frowned slightly, his tone filled with undisguised disappointment: "What a pity. If it were a beast spirit, it would be quite good, but this detached form..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already clear.

The ghost didn't speak either, but simply shook its head slightly.

The value of detached beast spirits has long been established in the world of spirit masters.

Unable to possess a body, unable to provide attribute boosts to the host, resulting in a significant reduction in combat power.

This kind of martial spirit is, at best, useless.

Bibi Dong's gaze fell on Xiaotian Dog, and her expression suddenly became somewhat complicated.

Decoupled Beast Martial Soul...

She couldn't help but think of someone.

The man who once haunted her dreams and whom she now hated to the core.

Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang's martial soul, Luo Sanpao, is a separated beast martial soul.

For this reason, he was called a waste by the world, and he was stuck at level 29 for the rest of his life, becoming a laughing stock in the entire Soul Master world.

Bibi Dong's eyes gradually became unfocused.

They didn't even have a plan to check the strength of Yang Jian's second martial soul.

Looking at the white dog wagging its head at Yang Jian's feet, the thought of taking him as a disciple that had just arisen in her mind quietly cooled down a bit.

With twin martial souls and innate full soul power, the first martial soul has the potential to surpass the Clear Sky Hammer.

If such a genius had a stronger second martial soul, she would not hesitate to take him as her personal disciple.

But it happens to be a separated beast spirit.

This reminds her of Yu Xiaogang and that past she doesn't want to recall every time she sees him.

"Yang Jian".

Bibi Dong composed herself, her voice regaining its usual coolness: "Your talent is indeed remarkable, especially your first martial soul, which has immense potential. I have decided to take you as a disciple under my name and observe you for a few years."

"If your performance over the past few years satisfies me, then I will formally accept you as my disciple."

Disciple by name.

Yang Jian understood that this was because the Howling Celestial Dog had been underestimated, and Bibi Dong seemed to have remembered something from the past because of the separated beast martial soul, which was why she did not directly accept him as her personal disciple.

But he didn't care.

In fact, this is exactly the result he wanted.

He didn't want to reveal the true abilities of the Celestial Hound for the time being.