bookbashuk Chapter 30: The Three Siblings Reunite
Chapter 30: The Three Siblings Reunite
Chapter 30 The Three Siblings Reunite
Hearing what Wang Hegui said.
The members of the Deep Sea Hunter Team all changed their expressions.
Martial Spirit Hall.
That's the highest authority of the Spirit Hall.
"I don't need to tell you what to do next, do I?" Wang Hegui glanced at them, his tone indifferent.
The captain quickly reassured him, "Palace Master Wang, rest assured, Yang Jiao will not suffer the slightest injustice while he is with us."
"That would be for the best." Wang Hegui nodded, his tone suddenly turning somber. "Otherwise, your whole family will be buried with you."
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After saying that, he turned and left.
The Deep Sea Hunters team was left looking at each other in bewilderment.
After a moment of silence, someone muttered, "Yang Jiao is usually so unassuming, I never expected he had such a capable younger brother."
"That's right," another person chimed in. "For the Palace Master Wang to personally accompany him, and for him to say he wouldn't dare offend him, just who is this young man?"
The captain didn't speak, but just stared in the direction Yang Jian had left, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.
He just used his soul power to sense it.
I couldn't fathom the depth of that boy's abilities.
This situation indicates that the opponent's strength is no less than one's own.
"Yang Jiao's younger brother should be a few years younger than Yang Jiao, or the same age, but definitely not more than fifteen years old, yet his strength is no less than mine?"
The captain's expression turned serious as he made a decision in his heart.
We need to pay more attention to Yang Jiao in the future.
The Linhai City Primary Soul Master Academy is located in the west of the city. It is not large, but the environment is quiet and peaceful.
When Yang Jian and Yang Jiao arrived, it was right after class.
Groups of students walked out of the teaching building, chatting and laughing, creating a lively atmosphere.
"Xiao Chan's classroom is on the second floor, the one on the left."
Yang Jiao led the way, familiar with the area.
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The two went up to the second floor, and before they even reached the classroom door, they heard voices coming from inside.
"The circulation route of soul power must not be disordered. If it goes astray, at best the soul power will be disordered, and at worst the meridians will be damaged. Everyone must cultivate according to the route marked in the meditation method and must not act on their own."
Yang Jian stood at the door and glanced inside.
A little girl with a ponytail was standing on the podium, lecturing to a group of students who were several years older than her.
She was wearing the school uniform, with fair skin and delicate features. Although she was still young, it was already clear that she would definitely grow up to be a beauty.
Yang Chan.
My sister has changed a lot in the six years I haven't seen her.
The little girl with pigtails who was as thin as a kitten back then has now grown into a graceful young woman.
"Xiao Chan," Yang Jiao called from the doorway.
Yang Chan turned her head, her gaze lingered on her brother for a moment, then passed over him and landed on Yang Jian behind him.
Her eyes lit up instantly.
"Second Brother!"
Yang Chan jumped down from the podium like a little rabbit, rushed over in three steps, and buried her head in Yang Jian's arms.
"Second Brother! You've finally come to see me!" Her voice was choked with sobs as she gripped Yang Jian's clothes tightly, as if afraid he would run away.
Yang Jian reached out and ruffled her hair, a smile playing on his lips.
"How did you recognize me? Even my brother didn't recognize me just now."
"Sixth sense!" Yang Chan looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, but her smile was exceptionally bright. "I recognized you at a glance. No matter what Second Brother looks like, I can still recognize him!"
The students in the classroom stared in disbelief at the scene, their jaws practically dropping to the floor.
They had never seen Yang Chan so excited before.
Who is this boy?
Yang Jian led Yang Chan out of the teaching building, greeted the teacher, and then led the siblings toward Wang Hegui's residence.
Yang Chan chattered incessantly along the way, asking all sorts of questions. One minute she asked what the Spirit Hall was like, the next she asked if her second brother missed her, and then she asked if her second brother had made any friends.
Yang Jian answered each question, a faint smile always on his face.
Yang Jiao walked beside them, watching her younger brother and sister, the smile never fading from her lips.
Wang Hegui's residence is a small, detached house with its own courtyard.
It's located in one of the best areas of Linhai City.
Wang Hegui escorted the person to the door and tactfully did not follow them inside.
"You siblings have a good get-together. I'll be staying at the branch hall tonight."
He left after he finished speaking, leaving the three siblings alone.
The room fell silent.
Yang Chan pulled Yang Jian to sit on a chair, then moved a small stool to sit in front of him, resting her chin on her hands and staring at him with her big eyes.
"Second brother, now that you're back, can you please not leave again?"
Yang Jian shook his head: "I'll be leaving in a few days; I have things to take care of."
Yang Chan's mouth immediately pursed, and her eyes began to redden again.
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"However—" Yang Jian changed the subject, "Once I finish what I'm doing, I'll take you and your brother to Wuhun City. We'll see each other every day then, so don't find me annoying."
"Really?" Yang Chan's eyes lit up instantly, the gloom on her face vanishing. "Pinky promise!"
She extended her little finger, and Yang Jian smiled and hooked it with hers.
"Pinky promise, a hundred years from now, never to be broken."
Yang Chan was satisfied, and then started asking all sorts of questions.
Yang Jiao sat beside her, watching his younger sister chatter incessantly and his younger brother patiently answer every question, unable to suppress the smile on his face.
This is what home feels like.
The topics ranged from all over the world, from spiritual practice to daily life, from the past to the future.
Laughter from the three of them occasionally drifted out of the house.
Before we knew it, several hours had passed.
Yang Jiao suddenly interjected, asking, "Xiao Jian, what level are you now?"
Yang Jian glanced at him and made no attempt to hide anything.
Level 50.
The room fell silent for a moment.
Yang Jiao and Yang Chan were both stunned.
Level 50.
Soul King.
The twelve-year-old Soul King.
Yang Jiao opened his mouth, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Back then, when Uncle Wang said you could become a Title Douluo, I thought he was just being polite. Now it seems he was absolutely right."
His tone was calm, and there was no jealousy in his eyes, only heartfelt pride and self-satisfaction.
Yang Chan's reaction was much more enthusiastic.
"Wow! Second Brother, you're a Soul King now!" She jumped up from her chair, hands on her hips, her face beaming. "Becoming a Title Douluo is a sure thing! Let's see who dares to bully me then!"
Yang Jian smiled but didn't say anything.
Title Douluo?
His goal has never been just to become a Title Douluo.
The dinner was very plentiful.
Wang Hegui had prepared a table full of dishes in advance, including fish, meat, and a large bowl of steaming soup.
The three siblings sat around the table, eating and chatting.
Yang Chan ate with his mouth full of oil, and kept putting food on Yang Jian's plate as he ate.
Yang Jiao watched with a smile, occasionally interjecting a few words, creating an incredibly warm atmosphere.
After finishing the meal.
Yang Chan lingered by Yang Jian's side and refused to leave, but in the end, Yang Jiao pulled her away.
"Let your second brother rest, we'll talk again tomorrow."
Yang Chan left reluctantly, but before leaving, she turned back and said, "Second Brother, you have to play with me tomorrow!"
"it is good."
The door closed, and the room became quiet.
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Yang Jian sat on the edge of the bed, not in a hurry to rest, but softly called out to the air, "Uncle Yue."