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

Boom boom boom!

Xue Qinghe frowned, wondering who dared to disturb him, but as a prince who valued respect for scholars, he naturally couldn't get angry over such a thing, so he said, "Come in."

Chapter 115 Ning Fengzhi: Rongrong, come to me quickly.

The sound of the door being pushed open wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet private room.

Xue Qinghe and Ning Fengzhi turned their heads at the same time, wanting to see who had interrupted their conversation and guessing if something important had happened.

Then, they saw Yang Jian walking in, followed by Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu.

"Oh?"

Xue Qinghe raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, before his gentle smile returned.

Ning Fengzhi was dumbfounded. His eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, and the teacup in his hand was suspended in mid-air, with tea overflowing from the rim.

His gaze shifted from Yang Jian's face to Ning Rongrong's face, then back to Yang Jian's face, his mind going blank.

Chen Xin stood behind Ning Fengzhi, his body trembling uncontrollably, his face pale, the veins on his forehead bulging, his lips quivering, and his severed left arm aching faintly. Memories of that day flooded his mind like a tide, and fear rose from the bottom of his heart, spreading to every part of his body.

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, the gloom on her face vanished, and she blossomed like a flower. She quickly walked up to Ning Fengzhi, her voice clear and cheerful: "Dad! What are you doing here?"

Then she noticed Chen Xin's severed arm. Her smile froze on her face, her eyes widened, and her mouth gaped open as she exclaimed in surprise, "Grandpa Sword! What happened to your arm?"

Ning Fengzhi did not answer.

Chen Xin did not answer.

They just stared intently at Yang Jian, their fear impossible to conceal.

Ning Fengzhi didn't know why Yang Jian was here, nor did he know what Yang Jian meant.

Was it just a chance encounter?

Were they targeting me?

Or is he trying to use Rongrong to blackmail him?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, each one sending chills down his spine.

Xue Qinghe spoke first, breaking the deadlock.

She smiled and said to Yang Jian, "Young Brother Yang, it's been a long time. Come, have a seat."

Her voice was gentle and kind, as if she were greeting an old friend.

But her smile was somewhat playful, with the corners of her mouth slightly upturned and a hint of inquiry in her eyes.

She has spies in the Spirit Hall and has received a lot of information recently.

The most shocking thing for her was that Yang Jian seemed to have killed Gu Rong.

At first, she didn't believe it at all, thinking that Yang Jian was just bragging. How could a twelve-year-old Soul King possibly kill Bone Douluo?

But now she noticed Ning Fengzhi's expression, an expression that was a mixture of fear, shock, and repression, and it wasn't feigned.

She felt it was highly likely that Yang Jian had indeed killed Gu Rong.

Her heart was churning with turmoil, but she didn't show it on her face.

She is Xue Qinghe, the crown prince of the Tiandou Empire, and must maintain her composure.

Yang Jian smiled and cupped his hands in thanks to Xue Qinghe: "Thank you, Your Highness."

He casually found a seat and sat down, his posture relaxed, his gaze fixed on Ning Fengzhi, a faint smile on his lips.

"This must be Sect Leader Ning? I've long admired your name, but this is our first time meeting."

Ning Fengzhi's voice was tense. He suppressed the anger and fear in his chest and tried his best to make his tone sound calm: "Yang Jian, what exactly do you want?"

Yang Jian chuckled, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his legs: "I'm not here for anything. I mainly came to see His Highness the Crown Prince today. I didn't expect to run into Sect Leader Ning by chance. What a coincidence."

Ning Fengzhi didn't want to stay any longer.

He stood up, grabbed Ning Rongrong's wrist, and said in a hurried and low voice, "Rongrong, come with me, let's go home now!"

Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment. She looked down at Ning Fengzhi's hand that was gripping her wrist, then looked up at Ning Fengzhi's face, which was full of anxiety and exhaustion, and then forcefully shook off his hand.

"I'm not going back!" she shouted. "I haven't had enough fun yet!"

Ning Fengzhi was completely dumbfounded.

He looked at Ning Rongrong in disbelief, as if he were seeing his daughter for the first time.

After all, in his memory, Ning Rongrong, though willful, never disobeyed his orders.

He said to go east, so Ning Rongrong dared not go west.

What's wrong with me today?

"Rongrong! You've been away from home for so long, you have to come back with me today!" Ning Fengzhi's voice rose a few decibels, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Ning Rongrong snorted and ran behind Yang Jian, grabbing the back of his chair with both hands. She peeked out and looked at Ning Fengzhi with a stubborn tone: "I'm not going back! I haven't had enough fun yet! If you want to go back, you and Grandpa Jian can go back by yourselves!"

Ning Fengzhi stared at this scene, his mind blank.

He saw his daughter hiding behind Yang Jian, like a little bird that had found its home.

An indescribable emotion welled up within him—anger, disappointment, sadness, and a profound sense of powerlessness.

Then, he noticed the smile on Yang Jian's lips. It wasn't a mocking or smug smile, but rather a calm and composed one that seemed to be in control of the whole situation.

Ning Fengzhi's alarm bells went off; he guessed that this kid was behind all of this.

"Rongrong! Do you even know who this guy is? How could you be hanging out with him?" His voice was practically squeezed out through clenched teeth. "Why is that!"

Ning Rongrong didn't know how to answer for a moment.

She just didn't want to go back.

"Dad, I wanted to ask you the same thing. What happened to Yang Jian? Why won't you let me go with him?" Ning Rongrong retorted.

Ning Fengzhi almost blurted out, "Because Yang Jian killed Gu Rong."

But seeing Xue Qinghe beside him, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

He had been keeping this a secret. If Xue Qinghe found out that Gu Rong was dead and that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was missing a Title Douluo, unpredictable things might happen if the news got out.

What will other sects think?

What will those small families that rely on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School think?

Will the Spirit Hall take advantage of this situation?

As the sect leader, he had to consider the interests of the sect.

Ning Fengzhi gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. He endured it all, and finally said only one sentence: "Rongrong, you must come back with me today! No reason! If you still don't obey today, then don't acknowledge me as your father!"

Chen Xin also spoke up, her voice hoarse and weary: "Rongrong, listen to me."

Ning Rongrong was willful from a young age.

She hates being threatened the most, and the more she is pressured, the less obedient she becomes.

Instead of going over, she moved even closer to Yang Jian, almost pressing against his back, hoping to be protected.

Yang Jian smiled and took a sip of tea from the teacup on the table. He said slowly, "Sect Leader Ning, don't worry. With me here, Rongrong will definitely be safe. When she's tired of playing around, I'll personally send her back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

Ning Fengzhi's vision went black, and he almost lost his balance.

He really wanted to say, "Rongrong is in danger because she's with you," but he was also afraid of angering Yang Jian.

Even if Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu joined forces, they wouldn't be a match for Yang Jian. If Yang Jian gets angry later, they might not even survive.

He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the churning in his chest, and made a final effort.

"Rongrong, come to me quickly. You can have anything you want when we get back. I'll do whatever you want."

Chapter 116 Wishing you a safe journey

Ning Rongrong shook her head, even finding Ning Fengzhi a bit annoying.

She snorted and pouted, "Dad, if you have nothing else to do, you should leave now. I'll go back when I'm done having fun. Yang Jian is amazing; I'm perfectly fine with him."

Ning Fengzhi was so angry that he felt a sharp pain in his chest, a sweet taste in his throat, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He clenched his teeth and swallowed the metallic taste.

His face was pale, his lips were purple, and his body was swaying precariously.

Chen Xin reached out and supported him, preventing him from falling.

Yang Jian glanced at him and said in a calm tone, "Sect Leader Ning, it seems you are ill. You should go back and rest. After all, health is the foundation for managing a sect well."

Ning Fengzhi was so angry at these words that he almost had a stroke, but he didn't dare to refute them.

He could tell that Yang Jian was warning him not to meddle in other people's business and not to invite trouble.

Although he was unwilling, he was really afraid that Yang Jian would suddenly make trouble.

Yang Jian killed Gu Rong and severed Chen Xin's arm. If he were to make a move here, neither he nor Chen Xin could stop him.

He took a deep breath and looked at Ning Rongrong one last time.

The daughter hid behind Yang Jian, her eyes stubborn, showing no intention of coming back.

"Uncle Jian, let's go." Ning Fengzhi turned around and walked out of the room with unsteady steps.

Chen Xin did not follow immediately.

He stood there, looking at Yang Jian with a complicated expression. He clenched and unclenched his right fist repeatedly, and finally sighed.

He glanced at Ning Rongrong, his eyes filled with worry and reluctance.

He watched Ning Rongrong grow up and loved her like his own granddaughter.

But now he can't take Ning Rongrong with him.

Yang Jian's strength was too great, so great that it filled him with despair.

He could only tell himself that Ning Rongrong was safe for the time being.

He turned around and followed Ning Fengzhi out of the room.