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

The trees there aren't very tall, but the ground is covered with a thick layer of blue vegetation, which, when viewed from above, looks like a blue carpet spread across the forest clearing.

Blue Silver Grass, Blue Silver Grass is everywhere.

Yang Jian guessed that this must be the Blue Silver Forest, and landed with the three women.

He released his legs, and Ning Rongrong made intimate contact with the ground again, falling face down onto the thick blue silver grass with a muffled thud.

"Ouch."

Ning Rongrong lay on the ground, rubbed her nose, then got up and patted the grass clippings and dirt off her body.

This time, she didn't throw a tantrum, didn't yell, and didn't even utter a single complaint. She simply stood up quietly, stepped aside, lowered her head, and looked at the blue silver grass at her feet.

Yang Jian put down Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu from his arms, stood on the open ground covered with blue silver grass, and then unleashed his spiritual power.

The invisible spiritual power spread in all directions like mercury, passing through forests, through grass, and through all obstacles, taking everything within a radius of several miles into its perception.

Then, his gaze became very strange.

He saw four familiar faces.

Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, Flander, Zhao Wuji.

The four people stood in a clearing where the blue silver grass was particularly lush.

Tang San was dressed in a blue outfit, his hair had grown a bit longer, and his face still looked somewhat childish, but his eyes were much more composed than before.

Yu Xiaogang still looked the same, with gold-rimmed glasses and a gray robe.

Flander and Zhao Wuji stood on either side, like two guardian deities, protecting Tang San in the middle.

Besides these four people, there was also a burly man.

The burly man was tall and strong, with broad shoulders and a waist, and was over two meters tall. He stood there like an iron tower.

He had dark brown hair, a square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose bridge, full lips, and a well-defined jawline.

He looked somewhat similar to Tang Hao, but was older, and exuded a domineering aura, undoubtedly a titled Douluo.

Yang Jian had a guess in his mind.

It seems that even if Tang San, as the chosen one of Douluo Continent, has his own opportunities stolen, new opportunities will still emerge.

If I'm not mistaken, that Title Douluo should be Tang Xiao, Tang Hao's older brother, and Tang San's uncle.

He couldn't believe that these two had actually gotten together and even gone to the Blue Silver Forest; he wouldn't believe it unless the will of the world was behind it.

However, it's also possible that the Asura God is manipulating things behind the scenes.

That being at the level of a god-king has been watching Tang San closely, secretly influencing his destiny.

He intercepted the Eight Spider Lances, the Soul Ring of the Human-Faced Demon Spider, and Xiao Wu, and even changed many plot developments, but Tang San continued to grow stronger, and new opportunities continued to come his way.

"Things are getting interesting."

Yang Jian's lips curled up, revealing a playful smile.

Zhu Zhuqing noticed his unusual behavior, walked over to him, and followed his gaze into the depths of the forest, but saw nothing.

Only the dense trees and layers of blue silver grass swayed gently in the wind.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.

"It's nothing." Yang Jian looked away and shook his head. "Let's go."

He stepped into the Blue Silver Forest.

Zhu Zhuqing followed behind him, while Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu exchanged a glance and followed as well.

……

the other side.

Deep within the Blue Silver Forest, in a clearing where Blue Silver Grass grew exceptionally lush, Tang San was walking in the very middle of the group.

He followed behind Tang Xiao, looking at his uncle's broad back, and couldn't help but ask.

"Uncle, what are we doing here?"

To be honest, he feels like it's all a dream right now.

Some time ago, this middle-aged man suddenly appeared and claimed to be his uncle.

He didn't believe it at first, after all, he had lived in Holy Soul Village for so many years and had never heard his father mention any brothers.

In the end, it was only after the other party summoned the Clear Sky Hammer and displayed the cultivation level of a Title Douluo that he reluctantly acknowledged the other party's identity.

But despite his agreement, he still felt a sense of distance.

Today, the other party inexplicably brought him here again, without explaining why. They just walked and walked for a long, long time, until they reached the depths of this forest where blue silver grass grew everywhere.

Tang Xiao walked ahead and heard Tang San's question. He didn't turn around, but just smiled, his voice low and gentle.

"Today I've brought you to meet a soul beast."

"What kind of soul beast?" Tang San was even more puzzled.

“Blue Silver King.” Tang Xiao stopped and turned to look at Tang San. “Your Blue Silver Grass martial soul is not an ordinary Blue Silver Grass. As long as you find the Blue Silver King and have it sacrifice itself for you, it will definitely allow your martial soul to evolve into the Blue Silver Emperor.”

Chapter 99 Blue Silver King

Tang San was completely bewildered and couldn't understand a word.

What is the Blue Silver King?

What is Blue Silver Emperor?

Isn't his Blue Silver Grass martial soul just an ordinary, useless martial soul?

The teacher said that Blue Silver Grass is the most common martial soul on the continent. It has no attack power, no defense power, and no special characteristics. It is the most useless martial soul among useless martial souls.

How did it become a high-end product that can evolve into a Blue Silver Emperor in my uncle's mouth?

Flander and Zhao Wuji stared at each other blankly.

They didn't know much more about Blue Silver Grass than Tang San did. In their eyes, Blue Silver Grass was just Blue Silver Grass, a weed that could be seen everywhere by the roadside, and no one ever took it seriously.

Only Yu Xiaogang frowned.

"Xiao San is only level 34 now, it feels useless, since he can't get any soul rings."

He pushed up his glasses, his tone tinged with doubt and confusion.

"Shut up!"

Tang Xiao turned around and looked at Yu Xiaogang. His gaze was like two knives, cold and sharp, which fell on Yu Xiaogang, causing Yu Xiaogang to shrink back slightly.

"You know nothing!" Tang Xiao's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a heavy hammer blow to Yu Xiaogang's chest. "To become the Blue Silver King, one must have at least 50,000 years of cultivation. If you can get it to sacrifice itself, it will definitely allow Xiao San's cultivation to break through level 40 and obtain a 10,000-year soul ring. You don't even understand this? What kind of teacher are you?"

A flicker of disgust crossed his eyes.

He really couldn't understand why Tang San would take this good-for-nothing as his teacher.

At level twenty-nine, he's even less skilled than Tang San. He wears gold-rimmed glasses every day and spouts off some dubious theories.

Every time he speaks, he comes up with a whole set of arguments that sound reasonable at first, but upon closer inspection, they're all nonsense.

If Tang San hadn't been protecting him, he would have smashed Yu Xiaogang to death with a single blow.

"Ah, this..."

Yu Xiaogang shrank back, lowered his head, and dared not say another word.

Flander and Zhao Wuji exchanged a glance, coughed twice, and neither dared to speak up for Yu Xiaogang.

Tang Xiao is a titled Douluo and the sect leader of the Haotian Sect; they cannot afford to offend him.

"Uncle, what should we do if the Blue Silver King is unwilling to sacrifice himself? We can't just kill him and absorb him, can we? My current cultivation level is probably not enough," Tang San asked again.

Although he didn't quite understand the specific principles behind the Blue Silver King's sacrifice, he knew one thing: a soul beast over 50,000 years old was not something a level 34 Great Soul Master like him could handle.

Tang Xiao smiled and waved his hand: "There shouldn't be any major problems. Even if it doesn't want to, I'll just cripple the Blue Silver King and take it back. You can kill it whenever you're ready to absorb it."

Tang San simply said "Oh," and didn't ask any more questions.

He didn't doubt that Tang Xiao had the ability. For a Title Douluo-level expert, dealing with a soul beast that was over 50,000 years old was indeed not a difficult task.

He obediently followed behind Tang Xiao, stepping on the path paved with blue silver grass, walking forward step by step.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, Tang Xiao stopped.

The blue silver grass in front was more lush than elsewhere, taller than a person, with broad and thick leaves, a deep blue color, swaying gently in the wind.

A colossal creature could be vaguely seen through the gaps in the blue silver grass.

Tang Xiao reached out and brushed aside the blue silver grass in front of him, his eyes narrowing slightly at the sight before him.

It was a huge aggregate of blue-silver vines.

Countless thick, water bucket-sized, and tens of meters long blue-silver vines intertwined and coiled together to form a green fortress about ten meters high.

The vines take root underground, penetrating deep into the soil, like the root system of a towering tree.

The surrounding blue silver grass was exceptionally lush, several times taller than in other places, with larger and thicker leaves that gleamed with an oily sheen in the sunlight.

The entire vine aggregate is a clear sapphire blue, with a smooth, lustrous surface like blue crystal, and a faint fluorescence, resembling a work of art carved from gemstones.

The surface of the vines has fine veins, within which flows a golden light, like golden blood vessels flowing slowly through the blue vines, full of the breath of life.

Tang Xiao used his mental power to sense it; it was 85,000 years.

"This is the Blue Silver King." Tang Xiao turned to look at Tang San. "It sensed you."

Blue Silver King did indeed sense it.

The outline of an old human face slowly condensed in the very center of the vine aggregate.

The outline of his face was blurry, and his eyebrows and eyes were indistinct, but his expression was gentle and solemn, with a kind of benevolence unique to elders.

Its gaze fell on Tang San, a glint of light flashed in its cloudy eyes, and its expression became excited.

"You...you are of royal blood?"

Its voice was old and hoarse, like the rustling of wind through withered leaves, trembling with disbelief and long-suppressed excitement.

Tang San was completely confused.