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

Yang Jian didn't disturb her. He gently closed the door, walked to the window, sat down, looked at the night sky outside, and began to think about his next steps.

It seems that most of Tang San's opportunities have been snatched away.

Eight Spider Lances, Human-Faced Demon Spider Soul Ring, Blue Silver King, Tang Hao, Tang Xiao—they've taken everything they could and killed everyone they needed to.

Xiao Wu held it tightly in her hand, unafraid that he might cause any trouble.

Now Tang San only has Flander, Zhao Wuji, and Yu Xiaogang left by his side.

It seems only one killing city remains...

There lies the realm of the God of Slaughter, and the legacy of the God of Asura.

If Tang San enters the City of Slaughter and obtains the God of Slaughter Domain, his strength will undoubtedly increase significantly.

But if I had to name one, Poseidon Island would be one too.

There lies the legacy of the Sea God. If Tang San were to go to Sea God Island, he too could soar to great heights.

However, both of these places are places where the gods have passed on their legacy. If I go there to cause trouble, won't I be targeted?

He doesn't believe that God can't interfere in the mortal realm.

In the past, people might not have been interested or had any reason to, but if they go to someone else's territory and cause trouble, then that person will have a reason to complain.

Especially the Asura God, who is a god-king, even if he were to kill himself in the mortal realm, he probably wouldn't be punished.

Normally, such beings in the lower realm should have their power suppressed, but no matter how much they are suppressed, they are still gods.

He is currently only a Soul Emperor, and even if he cultivates the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique, he certainly cannot defeat a god.

"never mind."

Yang Jian made a decision in her heart.

Let's hold off on causing trouble for now, play it safe, and focus on cultivating until we reach the Soul Saint level and unlock the Law of Heaven and Earth. It won't be too late to stop eating beef then.

According to his speculation, once he unlocks the Law of Heaven and Earth, even if he is not a match for a god, a god will absolutely not be able to break through his defenses.

Moreover, since I am in the Douluo Continent, the only way for a god to deal with me is to descend to the mortal realm.

He didn’t believe that a god could stay in Douluo Continent forever. As long as he couldn’t be killed immediately, he could do whatever he wanted.

Moreover, there is still room for me to rise further.

In the future, when I break through to Soul Douluo, Title Douluo, and even become a god, with the power of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, what is there to fear even if I face the entire God Realm?

Of course, as a model young man, he would not hurt someone without a reason.

He will be good to whoever is good to him, and he certainly wouldn't casually become an enemy of the entire divine realm, unless some gods are courting death.

Chapter 114 Ning Fengzhi

With these thoughts in mind, Yang Jian began to plan his itinerary for tomorrow.

Tomorrow I'll return to Tiandou City to find Qian Renxue and tell her about the situation in Gengxin City. I'll ask her to secretly replenish the Gengxin City branch with personnel, in her capacity as the young master of the Crown Prince Spirit Hall.

After all, so many people died in the branch hall, and there was an urgent need for manpower. He couldn't easily ask Bibi Dong to make arrangements, so Qian Renxue, the young master, was the best choice, and he believed that she would be very happy to accept.

Then, the Spirit Hall will not return for the time being.

He didn't want to see Bibi Dong, and Bibi Dong probably didn't want to see him either.

We could go to the far north first and take a look.

He suddenly remembered that there was a Titan Snow Demon King in the far north, with a cultivation of nearly 300,000 years, and it was also a soul beast with the power attribute, which was very suitable for him and could be chosen as his seventh soul ring.

Yang Jian had a rough plan in mind and immediately began to cultivate.

He had just closed his eyes when a pair of slender hands wrapped around his neck from behind.

"came back?"

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was soft and gentle, carrying the languor of someone who had just woken up and an indescribable charm. Her fingers were interlaced on Yang Jian's chest, her chin rested on Yang Jian's shoulder, and her breath tickled Yang Jian's ear.

Yang Jian grasped her small hand and nodded with a smile.

He turned around and pulled Zhu Zhuqing into his arms.

Zhu Zhuqing's body was very light and soft, like a ball of cotton or a lazy cat. She sat on Yang Jian's lap, her hands still wrapped around Yang Jian's neck, refusing to let go.

Yang Jian looked down at her.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her face and highlighting her features.

Her eyes were bright, reflecting the moonlight in her pupils like two black gems.

She had a straight nose, thin lips, and a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, carrying a faint smile.

Perhaps it was because he was frequently guided in cultivation by Yang Jian that he was about to break through the Two-Nine Mystic Arts.

Her body also underwent obvious changes; her skin became fairer and more delicate, her figure more curvaceous, and she radiated a healthy and charming glow.

Furthermore, she exudes a mature aura, and her eyes hold a charm she never had before.

"You really are becoming more and more like a kitten." Yang Jian reached out and pinched her nose.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't dodge, letting him pinch her, her voice soft and sweet: "This little kitten belongs only to you."

Yang Jian laughed heartily, picked up Zhu Zhuqing, and prepared to give her some proper guidance in her cultivation so that she could become stronger and help him in the future.

……

One day later, in Tiandou City.

Yang Jian led the three women from Gengxin City to Tiandou City. Thanks to the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone, the journey was very fast, and they arrived in the afternoon.

He didn't fly directly into the city, but landed outside the city and walked into it.

Tiandou City remains the same: crowded, lively, and bustling.

Horse-drawn carriages rumbled through the streets, pedestrians hurried by, and vendors' cries rose and fell.

Yang Jian walked down the street and used his mental energy to scan, quickly locating Qian Renxue's position.

However, his eyes turned strange.

Qian Renxue's location has been found: Yuexuan.

But there were two familiar faces around him.

Yang Jian glanced at Ning Rongrong beside him, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.

Ning Rongrong noticed his gaze and, for some reason, felt a sense of malice from it.

She shrank back and asked cautiously, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Yang Jian shook his head, his gaze sweeping over Ning Rongrong's face. "I just noticed that you look a little better today. I don't know if it's just my imagination."

Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment, then blushed and a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.

Her heart beat a little faster, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

Yang Jian praised her. Yang Jian actually praised her.

Although it was just a casual remark, it sounded so pleasant.

Xiao Wu stood to the side watching this scene, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe—a bittersweet feeling.

Zhu Zhuqing's expression remained normal; she simply asked calmly, "Where to now?"

Yang Jian thought for a moment: "Yuexuan."

Yuexuan is the most famous elegant place in Tiandou City, integrating tea art, zither music, calligraphy and painting, and etiquette, and is frequently visited by celebrities and nobles.

Many noble children of the Heaven Dou Empire learn etiquette here.

……

Moon Pavilion, a private room.

Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, sat in the main seat, holding a cup of tea in her hand. The tea was emerald green and steamed.

Her face was handsome and gentle, her blue eyes were deep and bright, and today she was wearing a white robe, making her look elegant and graceful.

Sitting opposite her was a middle-aged man, tall and slender with a thin face, a high nose, thin lips, and shrewd, deep eyes. He wore a light blue robe and had a jade pendant hanging at his waist. He exuded an air of refined elegance.

Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Behind Ning Fengzhi stood an old man, tall with white hair and beard, his face cold and stern, but his left sleeve was empty, fluttering slightly in the wind.

Sword Douluo, Chen Xin.

Ning Fengzhi picked up his teacup, took a sip, put it down, and sighed softly.

His face bore an unmistakable weariness and anxiety; the wrinkles around his eyes were much deeper than they had been a few months ago, and his hair had turned considerably whiter.

"Qinghe, your teacher came to see you today because I want to ask you for a favor." Ning Fengzhi's voice was hoarse and low.

Xue Qinghe put down his teacup and asked with concern, "Please speak, teacher. I will do my best to help in any way I can."

Ning Fengzhi remained silent for a moment, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes.

“Rongrong has disappeared. I’ve been searching everywhere for her, but I can’t find her anywhere.” His voice trembled slightly. “I would like to ask you to use the intelligence network of the Heavenly Dou Empire to help me find Rongrong.”

Ning Fengzhi was really going crazy with anxiety.

Not long ago, he went to Shrek Academy, found Dean Flander, and inquired in detail about Ning Rongrong's whereabouts.

However, it turned out that Ning Rongrong had left with a boy named Yang Jian.

Based on Flander's description, he also confirmed that the Yang Jian in question was the same Yang Jian from the Spirit Hall, the same Yang Jian who killed Gu Rong and crippled Chen Xin's arm.

He almost broke down at the time, feeling that Yang Jian had kidnapped his daughter in an attempt to threaten him.

But in the end, I still held onto a sliver of hope.

"Don't worry, teacher, Qinghe will do his best." Xue Qinghe's tone was sincere, and his face showed just the right amount of concern. "I will arrange for people to come back as soon as I get back."

Ning Fengzhi nodded gratefully, picked up his teacup, and took another sip.

The tea had gone cold and tasted bitter, but he didn't care.

And it was at this time that...

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.