Testing the Quality of the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber

That was right, it was a black shadow.

Shrouded in black mist from head to toe, its features could not be seen. All that was apparent was that it was probably a person.

Such an obvious characteristic.

A name immediately surfaced in Yang Jian's mind.

Gui Mei!

Wang Hegui frowned, but he could also tell that the newcomer was immensely powerful. He quickly dismounted and gave the black shadow a deep bow.

"We are from Spirit Hall. May I ask why you have stopped us?"

The black shadow pulled out a token from his robes. "Where is he?"

The moment Wang Hegui saw the token, his pupils contracted. He recognized it as Spirit Hall's Elder Token and instantly understood the other party's identity.

Ghost Douluo!

His body tensed at that instant. He swallowed, visibly at a loss before a Titled Douluo, then pointed toward the carriage behind him.

Yang Jian knew it was his turn. He lifted the carriage curtain, jumped down, walked before Gui Mei, and gave a slight bow.

"Mm."

Gui Mei casually swept his gaze over him, saw that his Soul Power had reached level 10, and confirmed that he was the target.

Without another word, he grabbed Yang Jian by the shoulder and vanished from the spot.

Only after a while did Wang Hegui begin to recover.

Looking at where Gui Mei had stood, he lightly patted his chest, feeling that his performance just now had been truly terrible.

But perhaps it was not his fault. That was Ghost Douluo. He was merely a level 29 Soul Grandmaster; how could he possibly face him calmly?

"It seems Little Jian is truly valued by the main hall. Ghost Douluo himself came to collect him."

Wang Hegui became excited again.

If nothing unexpected happened, he would likely only be able to look up at Yang Jian in the future.

But considering that he had helped raise Yang Jiao and Yang Chan, Yang Jian probably would not treat him poorly.

Gui Mei was the serious sort when it came to work. Carrying Yang Jian in one hand, he released Soul Power to envelop his body and ensure he would not be injured, then flew at full speed toward Spirit City without saying a word the entire way.

Yang Jian did not take the initiative to speak either. Watching the mountains and rivers rapidly recede below him, his heart filled with longing.

Unfortunately, it seemed one could only fly on their own after becoming a Titled Douluo, or after awakening a specific martial soul.

Right now, other than envy, he could do nothing.

Still, he remembered that one of the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone's skills was flight. If he could get his hands on it, he would be able to fly even without becoming a Titled Douluo.

But according to the current timeline, Tang San was only six, and that drunkard was still staying in Holy Soul Village. This would have to be planned carefully.

At the very least, he would have to wait until Tang San went to Shrek Academy and Tang Hao was secretly protecting him before seeking the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone. That would be safer.

That was what Yang Jian thought.

Two hours later.

The sky was growing dark.

As the sensation of solid ground beneath his feet reached him, Yang Jian knew they had arrived.

The black Soul Power enveloping him dispersed, and an incomparably magnificent great hall immediately came into view.

It was beyond description.

At least, based on Yang Jian's limited knowledge—

There were only two words for it: fucking awesome.

"Keep up."

Gui Mei entered the hall first, his tone icy.

If Yang Jian had not known that this was simply his personality, he would have had no doubt that the moment he entered the hall, Gui Mei would slap him to death.

Yang Jian obediently followed behind, his gaze roaming everywhere, and was once again utterly stunned.

Good heavens!

The hall was at least a thousand square meters, and nearly all its decorations were made of gold. It was dazzlingly magnificent.

Converted into Gold Soul Coins, it would absolutely be an astronomical sum.

Soon, he noticed that besides himself and Gui Mei, two other people were waiting inside the hall.

One stood to the side, wearing golden armor. His skin was as delicate and smooth as that of a newborn infant, without the slightest flaw. His appearance was exquisitely beautiful and bewitching, while his aura was soft and seductive.

Yet the distinct Adam's apple at his throat still confirmed that he was male.

It was Chrysanthemum Douluo, without a doubt.

The other sat upon the throne, dressed in a black robe embroidered with golden patterns. She held a nearly two-meter-long scepter encrusted with countless precious gems, and her entire body radiated a holy yet cold pressure.

Her skin was fair as jade and flawless. Her features were so exquisite they were nearly perfect. Her wine-red hair was gathered beneath a purple-gold crown, with the rest cascading to her waist.

It was Bibi Dong, without a doubt.

"Your Holiness, I have brought him."

Gui Mei cupped his hands in salute, then stepped aside and stood beside Yue Guan, waiting quietly.

"Yang Jian pays his respects to Your Holiness."

Yang Jian showed no timidity. He withdrew his gaze from Bibi Dong, imitated Gui Mei's gesture, and cupped his hands in salute.

His manner slightly surprised Bibi Dong.

This child looked sallow, thin, and malnourished, yet he showed no awkwardness whatsoever upon meeting her for the first time. His temperament was truly quite good.

She gave an almost imperceptible nod. "Mm, his aura has indeed reached level 10. There is no doubt that he possesses Innate Full Soul Power. Release your two martial souls for me to see."

Although she knew that her subordinates could not possibly deceive her over such a matter.

She still had to see it with her own eyes.

And while she was at it, she could see what quality Yang Jian's two martial souls possessed, and whether he was worth taking as a disciple.

"Alright."

Yang Jian did not hesitate. He directly summoned the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber and controlled it to hover at about one meter high, just enough for him to grip it.

The next second, three pairs of eyes turned in unison toward the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber, carefully examining the structure of this martial soul.

Since ancient times, apart from those who had studied the subject extensively, people generally relied on only three points to determine the quality of a martial soul.

The first was its appearance, the second was its power in the initial stage, and the third was its limit of endurance.

Appearance was easy to understand. Whether it was a tool martial soul or a beast martial soul, the more magnificent its appearance, the better its quality tended to be.

Conversely, recognized trash martial souls such as hoes and sickles had very ordinary appearances.

The initial-stage power was also easy to understand.

Take the Clear Sky Hammer, known as the number one tool martial soul in the world. Even without a soul ring in its initial stage, the Clear Sky Hammer weighed five hundred jin. Its power needed no further explanation.

Likewise, the amplification granted after possessing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, known as the number one beast martial soul in the world, was not something ordinary cats and dogs could compare to.

As for a martial soul's limit of endurance, put simply, it meant applying pressure to it and judging its quality based on how severely it shattered and collapsed during the test.

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

"Mm, judging by its appearance, it does resemble a top-tier martial soul."

Yue Guan stroked his chin. Looking at the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber, which was handsome without lacking domineering grandeur, he gave it a high evaluation.

"Come, let me test how powerful it is."

He extended his hand toward Yang Jian, intending to test the weight and sharpness of the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber.

Yang Jian naturally did not refuse. Gripping the hilt with both hands, he handed over the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber.

Yue Guan took the weapon. The instant it landed in his hand, his expression changed, and his body even tilted slightly forward.

"Hm?"

He gave a soft exclamation, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes.

This saber was far heavier than he had expected.

Though he had not used his full strength to gauge it, he estimated that this strangely shaped saber weighed at least a thousand jin, perhaps even more.

Had Yue Guan's cultivation not reached the level of a Titled Douluo, with his strength long enhanced by Soul Power, he would have fallen to the ground the moment he caught the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber.

But that raised a problem.

Yang Jian was a six-year-old child who had awakened his martial soul only a few days ago and was clearly malnourished. How could he possibly lift this saber?

That made no sense.