Eight-Nine Mysteries!

After Wang Hegui left.

Yang Jian exchanged pleasantries with a group of villagers trying to ingratiate themselves with him.

Then he took Yang Chan back home.

Their home was built from piled stones. It was extremely shabby, without a single decent piece of furniture; calling it bare walls would not have been an exaggeration. The three siblings usually squeezed into one bed.

"Second Brother, Second Brother, that Lord Soul Master seemed to say you were leaving the village?" Yang Chan pouted, her face full of unhappiness as though she might burst into tears at any moment.

Yang Jian rubbed her head and comforted her. "Don't worry. Joining Spirit Hall doesn't mean I'll never come back. Once I become stronger, I'll take you to Spirit Hall with me, okay?"

"Mm... pinky promise!" Yang Chan was not the sort to throw tantrums. She could see that Yang Jian really wanted to go to Spirit Hall, and that it would probably benefit him, so she held out her little finger.

Yang Jian extended his own little finger and hooked it with hers.

"Pinky promise, sealed for a hundred years, no changing."

"Liars are puppies!"

Yang Chan was satisfied. With her hands on her hips, she immediately prepared to make Yang Jian play with her. After all, they might not be able to see each other for a long time in the future.

And it was at that moment.

The door was pushed open by a dark-skinned teenage boy.

"Xiao Jian, Xiao Jian!"

The boy rushed into the room. Upon seeing Yang Jian, he hurried over and grabbed his shoulders with his blistered hands, unable to conceal the joy on his face.

"Village Chief Grandpa said you awakened a top-tier martial soul and even have Innate Full Soul Power. You'll be going to Spirit Hall to study in a few days. Is that true?"

"Of course it's true."

Yang Jian grinned, then noticed his elder brother Yang Jiao's blistered hands and frowned.

So he asked what had happened.

Yang Jiao said proudly, "Old Liu from the neighboring village had a batch of oysters that urgently needed to be dried. I worked hard to beg for this job, and it pays half a copper soul coin a day!"

Hearing this, Yang Jian felt terrible. He said solemnly, "Brother, stop doing this kind of work. You have me now."

"Spirit Hall promised that in a few days, they'll take you and Xiao Chan to live in the city, where you'll have enough to eat and warm clothes to wear."

"Besides, I'll soon become a Soul Master and receive a monthly stipend. I'll send all of it home then. It'll be enough for you and Xiao Chan to live on."

Yang Jian's eyes held a maturity that did not belong to someone his age.

He remembered all the kindness his brother had shown him over the years. Now that he had a chance to change their fate, failing to repay his brother would make him no better than a beast.

At that moment, he wanted to become stronger more than ever.

As long as he displayed his talent and proved his worth, his status within Spirit Hall would rise steadily in the future. His brother and sister's living conditions would surely improve as well!

"Xiao Jian, I believe in you."

Yang Jiao flashed a toothy grin. He felt that giving up his place at Weihai City Junior Spirit Master Academy had been the right choice. His younger brother possessed Innate Full Soul Power, an even better talent than his own!

His little brother had the potential to become a Titled Douluo!

His future achievements would be limitless!

He had finally not let their deceased parents down.

That evening.

Yang Jian finished an all-fish feast prepared to celebrate his promising future.

Clutching his round belly, he bid Yang Jiao and Yang Chan farewell for the time being.

He went alone to the back mountain and summoned the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber.

Feeling something within the divine weapon continuously transmitting information to him, Yang Jian sat cross-legged on the ground and attempted to communicate with it.

Very soon, he saw a white jade slip inside the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber.

Mysterious golden patterns that he could not understand at all were engraved upon the jade slip.

"This is..."

Yang Jian was still wondering what the jade slip was.

The next second, it turned into a streak of light.

It shot straight into his head.

He shuddered at first, but as the contents of the jade slip imprinted themselves upon his Sea of Consciousness, he went completely blank, almost believing he had developed delusions.

"Eight-Nine Mysteries!"

Yang Jian leaped up on the spot. His little face flushed red from sheer excitement.

The most supreme body-tempering cultivation method in the Primordial World, without exception!

Although it was a weakened version.

In a low-level fantasy world like Douluo Continent.

It was absolutely invincible.

Heavenly Transformation, Indestructible Diamond Body, Infinite Regeneration, Control Immunity, Seventy-Two Transformations... Any one of the divine abilities and techniques contained within was enough to overturn the entire Douluo Continent!

If Yang Jian's confidence in being able to crush Tang San in the future had previously been only 100.

Then now it was ∞.

What was Tang San worth, even if the five God Kings were added in?

One slap from Heavenly Transformation would squash them all to death!

"No, that's a little too arrogant."

Yang Jian suppressed his excitement. Eight-Nine Mysteries was indeed powerful, but he had yet to cultivate it. He needed to be cautious for now, to be Careful Superman first; only after mastering the technique could he become Happy Superman.

He glanced at the sky, where the moon shone brightly among sparse stars, and steadied his mind. He did not plan to immediately cultivate Eight-Nine Mysteries. Instead, he decided to familiarize himself with his two martial souls first.

Yang Jian looked at the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber floating above his right palm.

With a thought.

The Three-Point Double-Edged Saber instantly went from the size of a toy.

To its original length of roughly three meters.

Due to severe malnutrition, Yang Jian was less than a meter tall. Seeing the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber, which was so long, he froze and forgot to catch it.

Bang!

The Three-Point Double-Edged Saber crashed to the ground with a dull thud and sank directly into the soil.

Its weight was obvious.

It had to weigh at least five hundred jin!

"Hm?"

Yang Jian had not expected this to happen.

What kind of joke was this?

He was a scrawny six-year-old child. Even if he risked his life, he probably could not lift it, much less wield it in battle.

Yang Jian felt like a clown, but he still decided to give it a try. He bent slightly, reached out with his little hand to grab the hilt, and used all his strength to yank it upward.

Then... the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber rose easily in his hand as though it had no weight at all.

"Ah?"

Yang Jian even freed one hand to scratch his head.

A guess could not help but surface in his mind.

He threw the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber back onto the ground.

Bang!

Another huge pit was smashed into the ground.

He lifted it again.

He repeated this several times.

At last, he understood.

"Light as a feather in my hands!"

"If the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber is not wielded by me personally, its weight is completely real. Falling upon an enemy, it will deal a devastating blow. But when I hold it, I can wield it as easily as an extension of my arm!"

Yang Jian could not help curling his lips into a smile.

He had to admit, this was an exceptionally perfect passive ability.

Just imagine it: he looked like a six-year-old child, sallow-faced and emaciated, holding a weapon he could casually swing around. What would an enemy think upon seeing that?

They would surely assume the weapon had little killing power.

After all, even a child could swing it.

Anyone who truly thought that would suffer dearly!

Moreover, as soul rings were added to the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber one after another in the future, its weight would definitely continue to increase, while its rank would gradually approach that of an Innate Divine Artifact from the Primordial World.

Until it surpassed the limits that Douluo Continent could bear!