Chapter 1

In the Tiantou Empire, in the Fasino Province, seventy kilometers south of Noding City, lies Nanshan Village.

It is now midday in summer, with cicadas chirping incessantly and heat waves rolling. The orange fireball high in the sky pours endless light and heat upon the earth, treating all, young and old, noble and humble, with equal and merciless love.

To the northeast of Nanshan Village, on the peak of a small hill a few hundred meters high, a boy who appears to be about ten years old sits cross-legged at the edge of a cliff.

Just a few inches in front of him is a perilous drop of several hundred meters, where a fall would mean certain death, but the boy's face is calm and composed, as if he has long been accustomed to the danger of his surroundings.

Bathed in the brilliant sunlight, the boy sits as still as a bell, his breathing steady and unhurried.

If someone were to observe him closely, they would notice that his breathing has a unique and precise rhythm, like the gears of a machine. Each rise and fall of his chest, each cycle of his breath, follows the same rhythm without the slightest error.

After a long while, at the height of the midday sun:

"Exhale………………"

Yang Jian let out a long, slightly scorching breath, then slowly opened his eyes.

The sunlight streamed down, casting a golden hue over his skin.

His eyes, deep and black, flashed with a brilliant light the moment they opened, but it quickly subsided and disappeared.

Looking at his appearance:

His hair, tied up simply, is jet black and shiny, his skin has a subtle luster, and his eyes sparkle. Despite his young age, he already has the features of a handsome man with a noble and elegant demeanor. When he grows up, he will surely be a man who attracts the admiration of many.

"Nine Yang Divine Skill, the first level of Purple Mist, the internal energy circulates like incense smoke, moving freely... such profound internal strength."

Examining the internal energy within his body, which swirls like smoke and mist, Yang Jian's face showed a look of joy.

With a light wave of his hand, the internal energy flowed out of his body, shaking the air like a fierce wind. A few yards away, a dragon cypress tree trembled violently, and large patches of green leaves rustled and fell.

These green leaves, as they fell through the air, visibly withered and turned yellow, their moisture evaporating as if they had been scorched by high heat.

Glancing at the commotion he had caused, Yang Jian stood up.

The blue silver grass he had been sitting on suddenly caught fire without a flame, quickly turning into charcoal. Looking down, Yang Jian frowned slightly and then stepped on the small flame to extinguish it.

This kind of spontaneous combustion of the grass beneath him had happened to Yang Jian more than once.

At the same time, Yang Jian used his peripheral vision to look at some translucent small characters in his field of view. These were things that had come with him from modern Earth to the Douluo Continent, a martial arts library.

Name: Yang Jian.

Martial Arts: Golden Bell Cover, Iron Shirt, Thirteen Protectors' Hard Training, Flame Yang Skill, Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Martial Points: 12

Martial Arts Library: Innate Skill, Eight Desolates and Six Directions Only I Am Supreme Skill, Northern Sea Divine Skill... Eight-Nine Mystic Skill, Immortal Emperor Scripture, Body Scripture... Great Sun Nuclear Explosion Scripture, Uranium Crystal Combat Body, Titanium Extreme Golden Body...

The martial arts and techniques in the library are diverse and dazzling.

There are low-level martial arts from the martial world, various indestructible mystic skills from the high-level martial world, and high-tech martial arts from the sci-fi world, such as nuclear martial arts, magnetic martial arts, and positional martial arts...

Most of the martial arts in the library are yang-based, with very few yin-based martial arts.

Martial Points have two functions.

One is to exchange for martial arts. As long as there are enough Martial Points, any martial art in the library can be chosen, but the more advanced the martial art, the more Martial Points are required.

The second is to enhance the level of martial arts. With the help of Martial Points, breaking through martial arts bottlenecks is as simple as eating and drinking for Yang Jian.

So far, Yang Jian has learned a total of five martial arts. The first three are external hard training techniques that focus on physical strength, namely the Golden Bell Cover, Iron Shirt, and Thirteen Protectors' Hard Training. These can improve physical strength, resistance, and defense, and are relatively common martial arts. The other two, Flame Yang Skill and Nine Yang Divine Skill, are of a much higher level.

The Golden Bell Cover, Iron Shirt, and Thirteen Protectors' Hard Training were all exchanged by Yang Jian himself.

The Flame Yang Skill, on the other hand, was a martial art given to Yang Jian by the martial arts library on the first day he was reborn in the Douluo Continent. It is a supreme skill from a martial world, also known as the Great Flame Yang Skill or the Great Yang Transformation Skill.

The Flame Yang Skill, like the Nine Yang Divine Skill, is a yang-based martial art, fierce and fiery, and is currently the highest-level combat martial art that Yang Jian is cultivating.

He started learning this martial art from the womb, which helped him forge a body with innate yang energy, making it easier for him to cultivate yang-based martial arts.

"I cultivate external hard training techniques like the Golden Bell Cover, which already have a lot of yang energy in my blood. Now, with the Flame Yang Skill and the Nine Yang Divine Skill, the yang energy in my body can even turn into fire."

Yang Jian felt the fiery and surging energy in his body and couldn't help but laugh.

He squeezed a drop of fresh blood from his fingertip.

This drop of blood, when it landed on a small blue silver grass, immediately withered, as if it had been scorched by fire.

The Nine Yang Divine Skill requires a significant amount of Martial Points. After exchanging for the Nine Yang Divine Skill and using up all his accumulated Martial Points, his body, already rich in yang energy, was filled with surging energy, almost to the point of explosion.

He was almost spewing fire.

Additionally, since he started cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Skill, Yang Jian has had to endure the pain of yang fire burning his body for a few days each month.

This is a side effect of cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Skill. Since Yang Jian also cultivates four other yang-based fierce martial arts, the side effects of the Nine Yang Divine Skill are more pronounced in him.

Only when the Nine Yang Divine Skill reaches its highest level and the nine yang energies merge into one can he be free from the monthly pain of yang fire burning his body.

Therefore, Yang Jian has a great need for Martial Points.

There are three ways to obtain Martial Points: one is through self-cultivation, which can yield a small amount of Martial Points; the second is through combat, which can yield more Martial Points than self-cultivation.

Yang Jian has a nickname, "Little Tyrant of Nanshan," which he earned by defeating all the boys in Nanshan Village and the six surrounding villages.

The third way is to spread martial arts concepts and techniques.

Spreading martial arts yields the most Martial Points, and as the martial artists' cultivation levels improve, he can continuously obtain new Martial Points.

Therefore, one of Yang Jian's goals is to establish a martial arts force to rival the Soul Temple and spread martial arts across the world.

He wants to make the title of martial artist the most brilliant existence on the Douluo Continent.

"Jiang San can achieve the status of a divine king on the Douluo Continent with a single martial art from the Tang Sect."

"Can I, Yang Jian, with an endless supply of martial arts in my martial arts library, lose to him?"

"I will stand at the pinnacle of this world as a martial artist!"

The Little Tyrant of Nanshan looked at the brilliant sun with a radiant expression.

Ten seconds later: His eyes hurt, he couldn't look anymore.

Yang Jian quickly averted his gaze, but the excitement on his face was evident.