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

After the door closed, Ning Rongrong breathed a sigh of relief, walked out from behind Yang Jian, went around to face Yang Jian, looked at him with bright eyes and a sweet smile on her lips.

"Yang Jian, thank you for speaking up for me."

Yang Jian glanced at her, his expression somewhat strange.

He thought to himself that this girl would definitely have been a cool and charismatic young woman before he transmigrated.

Ning Fengzhi meant well for her, but she didn't appreciate it and even came over to thank him.

But then I thought about it again, and it's not so bad.

Yang Jian was looking forward to seeing what Ning Rongrong's expression would be when he destroyed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Shock?

Is it anger?

Is it a collapse?

Or is it a combination of all three?

"You're welcome."

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at her, and turned to Xue Qinghe, his tone returning to seriousness: "Your Highness, I have something to tell you."

Xue Qinghe raised an eyebrow slightly and put down his teacup: "What is it?"

Yang Jian glanced at Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu.

His gaze lingered on the three girls for a moment, the meaning of which was clear.

"Please go out for a moment."

Zhu Zhuqing didn't ask why, and turned to leave.

Ning Rongrong opened her mouth as if to say something, but Zhu Zhuqing tugged at her sleeve and followed her out.

Xiao Wu followed behind the two with her head down.

The door was gently closed.

Only Yang Jian and Xue Qinghe remained in the private room.

Yang Jian leaned back in his chair and recounted the events of Gengxin City from beginning to end.

From Miles's corruption, bribery, and oppression of the people, to his entry into the Spirit Hall branch to clean house, and then to the Blacksmith Association's submission to the Spirit Hall.

He spoke briefly, but he said everything that needed to be said.

"The Martial Soul Branch Hall in Gengxin City is currently short of manpower, and I can't easily ask Bibi Dong to make arrangements, so I would like to ask the young master to step forward and transfer a group of people to take over."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Xue Qinghe's eyes.

She never expected Yang Jian to do such a thing in Gengxin City: killing the branch bishop, massacring the Martial Soul Branch Hall, and even taking over the Blacksmith Association.

But she didn't ask any more questions, she just nodded.

"Okay, I'll take care of this."

She considered it in her mind.

Over the years, Bibi Dong has been in charge of the Spirit Hall, placing her cronies everywhere. The Elder Hall, the Pope Hall, and various branch halls are all filled with Bibi Dong's people.

Although she is the young master of the Spirit Hall, she has very few people at her disposal.

Now that there is an opportunity to place one's own trusted confidants in Gengxin City, it is naturally excellent.

Moreover, Gengxin City is the metal capital, and the blacksmiths' association is deeply rooted there. Controlling the blacksmiths' association is equivalent to controlling the entire metal industry of Gengxin City.

This deal is a good one.

"Cough cough."

Xue Qinghe stood up, walked to the window, and turned his back to Yang Jian.

She raised her hand and gently wiped her face.

A flash of golden light, and the blond-haired, blue-eyed crown prince of the Heavenly Dou Empire vanished, replaced by a woman.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall. She had delicate features, fair skin, and a white dress that made her look noble and aloof.

Qian Renxue turned around, leaned against the window frame, crossed her arms, looked at Yang Jian with her golden eyes, and had a playful smile on her lips.

"Yang Jian, I have a question for you. Back then, when Chen Xin and Gu Rong ambushed you, you not only killed Gu Rong but also severed Chen Xin's arm."

Is this true?

Her tone was casual, but her eyes betrayed her.

Those golden eyes were full of curiosity and inquiry.

Yang Jian looked at her, but did not answer immediately. He picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, put down the cup, and nodded.

"it is true."

Qian Renxue's pupils contracted slightly.

Although she was mentally prepared, hearing Yang Jian admit it in person still felt different.

Gu Rong is a level 95 Title Douluo with a Bone Dragon Martial Soul, renowned for his defensive prowess.

Chen Xin is a level 96 Title Douluo with the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul, known for his offensive prowess.

Even a level 98 Title Douluo wouldn't stand a chance if these two joined forces.

Yang Jian, a twelve-year-old boy, not only survived, but also killed one of them and crippled the other.

Looking at Yang Jian's calm face, she felt a sense of absurdity welling up inside her.

What kind of monster is this person?

She remained silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled—not the gentle, feigned, Xue Qinghe-style smile, but a genuine, heartfelt laugh.

Her eyes curved into crescent moons, her lips curled up high, and she radiated a glow completely different from usual.

"Yang Jian, you really didn't disappoint me." Qian Renxue's voice was clear and cheerful. "I admit, I underestimated you before."

Yang Jian leaned back in his chair and looked at her: "So? What have you thought about the previous suggestion?"

Qian Renxue's smile faded slightly. She walked to the chair opposite Yang Jian, sat down, crossed her hands on her knees, lowered her head and thought for a while before looking up at him.

"Overthrowing Bibi Dong is no small matter. I need time to consider it. And even if I agree, I need a detailed plan. It's not something you can just do on a whim."

"No rush." ​​Yang Jian waved his hand. "Take your time to think it over. I can wait."

Qian Renxue nodded.

She glanced at the sky outside the window; the sun was beginning to set, and the light was becoming softer.

Where do you plan to go next?

"They'll probably go to the far north to hunt for their seventh spirit ring."

"Seventh spirit ring?" Qian Renxue's eyes widened slightly. "You're already level seventy?"

"Level 66, just a little short, but it should be within the next month or two."

Qian Renxue's breathing quickened.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her shock, and her tone returned to calm: "The far north is very dangerous, with harsh climate and complex environment. Are you sure you want to go?"

"determine."

Qian Renxue did not try to persuade her further.

She stood up, walked up to Yang Jian, and looked down at him: "Then I wish you a safe journey."

See you later.

Yang Jian didn't say anything more and got up to leave.

Looking at his retreating figure, a complex mix of emotions flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes.

Chapter 117 You'll regret this!

Yang Jian did not go to the far north immediately.

After thinking about it, he decided to spend a few days in Tiandou City.

I've been running around in the wild lately, either traveling or staying in hotels, and haven't really had a proper time to explore the city.

He originally intended to wander around alone, but considering that Ning Fengzhi might lack martial ethics and forcibly abduct Ning Rongrong when he wasn't paying attention, he decided to bring all three women along.

The streets of Tiandou City were as bustling as ever.

Horse-drawn carriages rumbled along, pedestrians hurried by, and the cries of vendors rose and fell.

The streets are lined with shops selling clothes, jewelry, food, and everything else imaginable.

Yang Jian walked in front, with the three women following behind.

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze lingered for a moment on the window of a jewelry store, where a jade hairpin was displayed. It was entirely green, with an orchid carved on the head, and it gleamed with a warm luster in the sunlight.

Ning Rongrong's gaze was drawn to a clothing store. A light green long dress hung in the window, with white petals embroidered on the hem. The workmanship was exquisite, and it looked quite valuable.

Xiao Wu's gaze wandered around the street, looking at this and that, like a child who had never seen the world.

All three of them had bright, sparkling eyes; their underlying code had been touched.

Yang Jian glanced at them and, unusually generous for once, said, "Buy whatever you want, I'll pay."

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up immediately.

She had run out of money by now, and couldn't even afford snacks, let alone clothes or jewelry.

She was quite excited and rushed to a jewelry store without even saying hello.

Zhu Zhuqing was rather reserved, and hesitated for a moment, but the underlying code eventually overcame her reserve, and she followed.

Xiao Wu glanced at Yang Jian, then at Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing who had run off into the distance. She wasn't used to being alone with Yang Jian, so she followed them.

The three women entered the jewelry store, but Yang Jian did not go in.

He stood at the shop entrance, looking around aimlessly.

The streets were bustling with people: peddlers carrying loads, nobles riding tall horses, beggars in tattered clothes, and women wearing veils.