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

"Boom, boom, boom."

The door opened quickly.

A middle-aged man wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt stood behind the door, holding a bowl of rice in his hand and chewing something in his mouth.

He looked Yang Jian up and down, his gaze sweeping from his face to his body, and then from his body to the carriage behind him.

The middle-aged man's eyes darted around.

This person was wearing expensive clothes. Although they weren't the kind of fancy embroidered satin, the fabric was clearly of high quality, and the cut was very well-fitting.

That carriage was even more valuable; the carriage was made of mahogany, the curtains were made of silk, and even the wheels were carved with patterns.

Those who can afford to ride in such a carriage are either rich or noble.

The middle-aged man's attitude changed immediately. He quickly put the bowl on the shelf next to him, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and put on a fawning smile.

"Young master, what brings you here?"

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Yang Jian smiled and said, "I've come to discuss a business deal with your clan leader."

"Talk business?" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up.

The Po clan is currently short of money. The clan leader's alchemy furnace is broken, and he wants to replace it with a new one, but a good alchemy furnace is very expensive.

The villagers take on jobs everywhere, hoping to earn more money.

If this young master is truly here to discuss a big business deal, then this would be a timely help.

"Please come in quickly, young master. The clan leader is having a meal. I will take you to see him right away." The middle-aged man stepped aside to make way for him, gesturing with his hand, his attitude as warm as if he had seen a long-lost relative.

Yang Jian stepped inside.

The courtyard of the Broken Clan was much larger than that of the Spirit Hall, but it was simply furnished.

The ground is paved with blue bricks, the roof is covered with gray tiles, and there are several large vats in the courtyard, in which some unknown herbs are planted.

A faint, pleasant medicinal scent filled the air.

The middle-aged man led Yang Jian through the front yard, past the screen wall, and into a spacious hall.

There was a square table in the hall, with several small dishes, a bowl of soup, and a bowl of rice on it.

Three people were sitting at the table.

Sitting in the very center was a burly man with a thin face, high cheekbones, and deep-set eyes. He wore a gray robe with a black belt around his waist, from which hung several small cloth bags.

Yang Wudi, the patriarch of the Po clan.

Sitting on either side of Yang Wudi were two middle-aged men, one with a goatee and the other bald, both Soul Saint level experts.

They were Yang Wudi's right-hand men and the pillars of the Po clan.

The middle-aged man entered the hall, bowed to Yang Wudi, and said respectfully, "Clan leader, this young master says he's here to discuss business."

Yang Wudi raised his head, glanced at Yang Jian, pointed to the empty seat next to him, and spoke politely.

"Please sit down, young master."

"Have you eaten? Would you like to grab something to eat together?"

Yang Jian was indeed hungry, so he didn't stand on ceremony and immediately sat down in the empty seat, picked up the chopsticks on the table, and stuffed a piece of braised pork into his mouth.

The meat was stewed until very tender, melting in your mouth, with a perfect balance of salty and sweet.

Yang Jian nodded, picked up another piece, and then picked up another piece.

Yang Wudi watched him eat, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

The two middle-aged men exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes, thinking to themselves that this person was really not polite.

"Young master, what kind of business do you want to discuss?" Yang Wudi put down his chopsticks, leaned forward slightly, and looked intently at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian, munching on a chicken leg, mumbled, "I've heard that the Po clan is proficient in pharmacology and can also refine pills and make various medicinal liquids, so we'll mainly talk about that."

Yang Wudi nodded repeatedly, a hint of pride on his face.

“That’s right, my Broken Clan is indeed very skilled in these matters. In the entire continent, when it comes to pharmacology and alchemy, we are second to none. I wonder if you, young master, wish to cooperate with us, or if you wish to purchase some pills?” His tone carried a hint of confidence and anticipation.

Yang Jian finished gnawing on the chicken leg, put the bone on the table, picked up a piece of fish, and said while eating, "I recently stumbled upon a treasure land where many rare herbs grow, so I would like to ask the Broken Clan to help take care of it."

A glint of light flashed in Yang Wudi's eyes.

Rare herbs?

Anyone who could make this young master come all the way here to discuss business must be no ordinary person.

He was curious about what kind of herbs were in that treasure land, but then he thought that this was not something he should ask.

“No problem, this is too simple.” Yang Wudi nodded with a smile. “May I ask, young master, how big is that treasure land exactly? So I can arrange manpower and determine a price.”

Yang Jian quickly finished eating the fish and put down his chopsticks.

He glanced at Yang Wudi, then at the two middle-aged men, and then picked up the cloth on the table to wipe his mouth.

"No rush, let me introduce myself first, so we don't jump to conclusions so soon."

Yang Wudi frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

He looked at Yang Jian without saying a word.

Yang Jian placed the cloth he was wiping his mouth on the table and said in a calm tone, "I come from the Spirit Hall."

The air in the hall seemed to freeze.

Yang Wudi stood up abruptly from his chair, which slid backward and crashed into the wall with a loud bang.

His eyes were wide open, veins bulged on his forehead, and he exuded an aura of rage.

His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles cracking, and he looked like an enraged lion.

"Damn it! You scum from the Spirit Hall dare to come to my Breaking Clan!" His voice exploded like thunder in the hall, making the bowls and chopsticks on the table jump. "What exactly do you want? Did that traitor Yang Wushuang send you here?!"

Yang Jian sat motionless in the chair.

He looked up at Yang Wudi's face, which was contorted with anger, but his expression remained calm.

"I'm here today to discuss business. I don't know Yang Wushuang at all. I'm being so honest with you, so why does Chief Yang have to make a move right away? Why don't you listen to my terms first?"

Yang Wudi wouldn't listen to a word.

His eyes were bloodshot, his soul power surged within him, and the light of summoning his martial soul began to flicker on his body.

"Invincible, calm down!"

The middle-aged man with a goatee stood up and grabbed Yang Wudi's arm.

The bald middle-aged man also stood up, blocking Yang Wudi's way, and said in a low voice, "Think about it, since this kid knows this is the Broken Clan, and still dares to come alone, he must have something to rely on. We absolutely cannot make a move. Do you want the Broken Clan to be completely wiped out?"

Yang Wudi's body stiffened.

His chest heaved violently, his breathing was heavy, like a bull tethered by a rope, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

He dared not gamble.

He didn't know if Yang Jian had any helpers nearby, how many helpers there were, or what level of experts those helpers were.

If it were just Yang Jian alone, he would definitely have killed him on the spot, but what if there were other people hiding in the shadows?

What if he makes a move, and those people rush out and wipe out the entire Po clan?

Yang Wudi took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and said in a hoarse voice, "Get out! Get out of here right now! The Breaking Clan does not welcome scum from the Spirit Hall!"

Yang Jian remained completely still.

He sat down in the chair and even picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

The tea had gone cold and had a slightly bitter taste.

He put down his teacup, looked at Yang Wudi, and sighed.

"In that case, there's no need to talk anymore."

He flipped his right hand, and a three-pointed, double-edged sword appeared in his palm.

Upon seeing this, Yang Wudi was startled and subconsciously took half a step back. He suddenly stretched out his right hand, and the Soul-Breaking Spear appeared in his palm. The spear shaft was black, the spearhead was silver-white, and there was a thin blood groove on the tip of the spear, exuding a chilling killing intent.

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"Drink!"

Yang Wudi gripped the spear shaft tightly, pouring all his soul power into it. The Soul-Breaking Spear emitted a deep hum, and the patterns on the spearhead glowed with a dark red light.

He raised the Soul-Shattering Spear to block the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword.

Guns and knives clashed.

Then, the Soul-Shattering Spear shattered.

It's not broken, not bent, but shattered like glass.

The gun barrel, the patterns on the gun body—everything—instantly turned into countless fragments, scattering in all directions.

Pfft!

The three-pointed double-edged sword continued its momentum, its blade piercing Yang Wudi's chest and emerging from his back.

Blood dripped from the silvery-white blade, drop by drop.

Yang Wudi coughed up a mouthful of blood, looked down at the strange weapon piercing his chest, his eyes wide with disbelief.

The Soul-Breaking Spear is his martial spirit, the weapon he has used for most of his life, and his life.

This gun accompanied him through countless battles, slaying spirit beasts, enemies, and members of the Spirit Hall.

It has never broken, never.

He didn't understand why this was happening.

What exactly is this knife?

Why was it able to shatter his martial spirit?