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

Yang Jian's gaze swept over each of these people before settling on them.

He saw three familiar faces.

Two women and one man walked from the direction of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy.

Leading the group was Yu Tianheng, a tall man with short, dark blue hair, regular features, and a touch of heroism between his brows. But at this moment, his brows were furrowed and his expression was gloomy.

Beside him was Dugu Yan, with long, dark green hair draped over her shoulders. She had a beautiful face, but her complexion was pale, her eyes were vacant, her lips were purple, and she looked completely lost.

Ye Lingling walked at the very back, her long hair reaching her waist, her face delicate but expressionless, her pale blue eyes empty and calm.

All three of them were in a bad mood.

Dugu Yan was particularly downcast. She lowered her head, tears welled up in her eyes, and her lips trembled slightly, as if she was trying hard to restrain herself.

Yu Tianheng and Ye Lingling stayed by her side, one on each side, constantly comforting her, saying things like "It's okay," "We'll find it," and "Don't worry."

Their attention was entirely focused on Dugu Yan; they didn't even look where they were going.

Yu Tianheng walked with his head down and body turned to the side, talking to Dugu Yan as he went. Unconsciously, he veered off course and bumped directly into Yang Jian.

"boom."

Yu Tianheng's shoulder bumped into Yang Jian's shoulder.

His brows furrowed, and he looked up, his face filled with displeasure.

He's been troubled enough these past few days because of Dugu Yan.

Dugu Bo disappeared, and Dugu Yan spent her days in tears. He tried to comfort and persuade her, but to no avail.

He was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it.

"Are you blind?!" Yu Tianheng's voice was loud, attracting the attention of passersby.

Ye Lingling tugged at Yu Tianheng's sleeve and whispered, "Tianheng, calm down. We weren't watching where we were going."

Yu Tianheng shook off Ye Lingling's hand, his gaze still fixed on Yang Jian.

Yang Jian laughed, her tone calm: "You didn't watch where you were going and bumped into me, and now you're saying I'm blind?"

Yu Tianheng looked Yang Jian up and down.

This boy is good-looking, but what use is good-looking in Tiandou City?

Without family background or connections, it's all for naught.

"Get lost, I don't want to lower myself to your level!" Yu Tianheng snorted coldly, turned around, and began to comfort Dugu Yan again. He deliberately lowered his voice, as if he were coaxing a child, "Yan Yan, don't cry. I have already informed the family about your grandfather's disappearance. My father will help look for him. Don't worry, he will definitely be found."

Dugu Yan sobbed, but did not answer.

She leaned on Yu Tianheng's shoulder, tears streaming down her cheeks.

At that moment, Yu Tianheng's shoulder was pressed down.

Yu Tianheng's body stiffened as he felt a tremendous force pressing down on his shoulder, like a small mountain pressing down on him.

His shoulders slumped, his bones creaking, and his face contorted instantly.

"Let go of me, you fucking thing!" Yu Tianheng's voice was sharp and urgent. He twisted his body trying to break free, but the hand was like an iron clamp, not moving an inch.

He turned around and punched Yang Jian in the face.

The fist whistled, carrying the unique lightning power of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Martial Soul, with crackling blue arcs of electricity dancing on his fist.

Yang Jian raised his left hand and caught his fist.

He brought his five fingers together, completely enveloping Yu Tianheng's fist in his palm.

With a slight exertion, Yu Tianheng's fist crackled, the electric arcs on it instantly extinguished, and the fist deformed at a visible speed, changing from a round shape to a flat one.

"Ah—!" Yu Tianheng let out a shrill scream, the sound piercing through the noise of the street and attracting more people to stop and watch.

He bent over, grabbing Yang Jian's wrist with his other hand, trying to pry the hand off, but to no avail.

Ye Lingling's expression changed.

She could see Yang Jian's strength; he was definitely not someone they could afford to mess with.

She quickly stepped forward, bowed to Yang Jian, and said sincerely, "Young master, I'm sorry, it was our fault. Tianheng was in a bad mood and offended you. Please be magnanimous and forgive him this time."

Dugu Yan was also awakened by the screams.

She snapped out of her daze, raised her head in confusion, rubbed her red, tear-filled eyes, and then saw Yu Tianheng's distorted face, his hand that had been squeezed out of shape, and the blood dripping on the ground. Her brows furrowed.

Since her grandfather went missing, she has been in a daze, harboring resentment and showing no kindness to anyone.

"Who are you? Release Tianheng right now!" Dugu Yan's voice was sharp and domineering, with a commanding tone. "Otherwise, when my grandfather comes back, you'll be in big trouble!"

Chapter 118 Dugu Yan: Impossible, Grandpa can't be dead, impossible!

Yang Jian looked at her and almost couldn't help but laugh.

He looked Dugu Yan up and down, his tone strange: "Your grandfather is Dugu Bo, right?"

Dugu Yan was taken aback, and the confusion in her eyes turned into wariness: "How did you know?"

Yang Jian casually replied, "Because I met Dugu Bo a few months ago and even had dealings with him."

Dugu Yan's pupils suddenly dilated.

She rushed forward, grabbed Yang Jian's clothes, and her voice trembled with excitement: "You've seen my grandfather? Where is he? Do you know? Please tell me!"

Yang Jian looked down at Dugu Yan's hand gripping his clothes, then at her face flushed with excitement, and thought to himself that women really change their expressions quickly. One second she was threatening to make him suffer, and the next she was begging for his help.

He shook his head, shook off Dugu Yan's hand, and said in a flat tone, "Your grandfather is dead. I saw it with my own eyes. Believe it or not, it's up to you."

Dugu Yan was completely stunned, frozen in place, her eyes wide open, her mouth slightly agape, and her body beginning to tremble.

Then her eyes turned fierce, or rather, she went from a dazed state to a more frenzied one.

"You're lying! How dare you curse my grandfather! You're the one who's dead!" Dugu Yan's voice was sharp and piercing, and tears streamed down her face again, but this time they weren't from sadness, but from anger.

Yang Jian looked at her and sighed softly.

He could understand Dugu Yan's current feelings.

My grandfather had been missing for several months, his fate unknown. Suddenly someone came out and said he was dead. No one would believe that.

He wasn't planning to do anything, after all, this was on the street and more and more people were gathering, so he couldn't be too violent.

He released Yu Tianheng's hand: "Alright, you guys should leave now, don't get in the way."

Yu Tianheng held his crushed hand, sweating profusely from the pain, his face pale. He gritted his teeth and remained silent, but the hatred in his eyes was as thick as ink.

Dugu Yan refused to leave.

She stopped Yang Jian, her eyes red like a rabbit's, her voice hoarse: "Explain yourself! Where is my grandfather?! If you answer truthfully today, I might let it go. But if you dare to hide anything, when my grandfather comes back, I'll definitely have him kill you!"

Yang Jian was getting annoyed. His last bit of patience was exhausted, and he raised his hand and slapped her.

"Snapped--!"

Dugu Yan was sent flying, her body spinning half a circle in the air before crashing face down in the middle of the street.

She covered her face, wailing incessantly, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, her cheek swollen high.

Her emerald green dress was covered in dust, her hair was disheveled, and she looked utterly wretched.

"Yan Yan!" Yu Tianheng roared, his anger surging and suppressing the pain. He gritted his teeth, activated his martial spirit, and his body suddenly grew taller. Blue scales appeared on his skin, and his hands transformed into dragon claws, the tips of which crackled with blue arcs of electricity.

"First Soul Skill, Thunder Dragon Claw!"

He charged towards Yang Jian, his dragon claw crackling with lightning, aiming straight for Yang Jian's chest.

He used all his strength in this attack; he wanted to kill this guy, in front of so many people, to let everyone know the consequences of offending the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.

Yang Jian watched him rush over, her expression unchanged, and raised her hand to slap him again.

"Snapped--!"

Yu Tianheng's body flew backward like a fly being swatted, spinning several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood. The electric arc in his hand instantly went out, and his martial soul possession was shattered.

Yang Jian withdrew his hand, patted off non-existent dust from his palm, and said in an icy tone, "If you dare to be presumptuous again, it won't be as simple as just getting a minor injury. You can try it."

Dugu Yan and Yu Tianheng both sensed the killing intent in his words. It wasn't a threat or intimidation, but a real, undisguised killing intent that could be acted upon at any moment.

The two trembled, not daring to speak or even look at Yang Jian.

Dugu Yan curled up on the ground, hugging her shoulders, like a frightened little animal.

Yu Tianheng lay on his back, staring at the gray sky, his mind blank.

Fearing the situation would worsen, Ye Lingling bowed deeply to Yang Jian: "Young Master, it's all the fault of my friends. Please forgive them. I apologize on their behalf. I'm sorry."

Yang Jian glanced at her but didn't say anything.

Ye Lingling walked over, bent down to help Dugu Yan up, and led her to Yu Tianheng's side. She then bent down to help Yu Tianheng up as well.

Yu Tianheng was very heavy, and it took her a lot of effort to pull him up from the ground.

The three then staggered away, and the crowd automatically parted to make way for them, watching them disappear at the end of the street.

Ye Lingling did not take Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan back to the Tiandou Royal Academy.

Because these two people are in such a sorry state, if they return to the academy and are seen by their classmates, who knows what kind of gossip will spread.

So she found a hotel nearby and booked two rooms.

Yu Tianheng exploded as soon as he was helped into the room.

He shoved Ye Lingling's hand away, overturned the table, and smashed the teapot and teacups on the ground, shards flying everywhere.

He slammed his fist on the bed, the bed frame making a dull thud and leaving a dent.

He punched the wall, and the plaster fell off, revealing the bricks underneath.

"I'll make that guy pay!"

Yu Tianheng's voice was hoarse and frantic, his eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

Dugu Yan sat on the edge of the bed, absent-minded, muttering repeatedly, "Impossible, Grandpa can't be dead, impossible..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it became a silent murmur.

She hugged her shoulders and swayed back and forth.