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

Yang Jian didn't stop. He walked over, lifted his foot, and stepped on Yu Tianheng's lower abdomen.

Push your feet hard.

"Click".

It looked like something had broken.

It's not the bones, but the dantian (lower abdomen).

The core of a Soul Master's soul power storage and the foundation of their cultivation.

With his dantian shattered, his soul power slipped through his fingers like sand, never to be retained again.

"what--!"

Yu Tianheng screamed again, this time even more shrill and desperate than before.

He could feel his soul power draining away rapidly.

He became an ordinary person, no, even worse than an ordinary person.

An ordinary person's dantian is intact, but it lacks soul power.

His dantian was shattered, leaving him with no possibility of cultivation.

He knew he had become useless, no longer a Soul Master.

His tears and snot mingled together, and he cried like a three-year-old child.

Yang Jian withdrew her foot and didn't look at him again.

He turned and walked towards the carriage, climbed into the carriage, lifted the curtain, and sat down.

"Let's go," he said to Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong swallowed hard, glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, then at Yu Tianheng rolling on the ground, and dared not ask any more questions. She grabbed the reins and gave them a gentle shake.

"drive."

The carriage slowly started moving, passing through the gaps between the corpses, and drove onto the official road, heading north.

Yang Jian sat in the carriage, eyes closed, leaning back on the seat.

There are two reasons why he didn't kill Yu Tianheng.

First, death is often not the most painful way to inflict pain on an enemy. The most fatal punishment is to directly turn a high-ranking Soul Master into a useless person that everyone can bully.

Living would be more painful for Yu Tianheng than dying.

Secondly, he needed to spare Yu Tianheng's life to go back and report, or at least to give the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan a preliminary impression of him, that is, not to be easily provoked.

Zhu Zhuqing sat beside him, silently watching him, asking nothing and saying nothing. She simply reached out and took his hand, interlacing her fingers and pressing her palm against his.

The carriage drove further and further away, soon disappearing at the end of the official road.

Yu Tianheng lay in a pool of blood, his right hand gone, his dantian shattered, and the broken corpses of his relatives scattered around his body.

His tears had dried up, his throat was hoarse from shouting, and he was like a walking corpse.

After a long time, Yu Tianheng finally managed to get up from the ground.

He glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, then at his empty right sleeve, and felt the emptiness of his soul power within him. His body trembled uncontrollably, and his teeth clenched so tightly they clicked.

"I want to go back...I want to go back..."

He dragged his battered body, walking step by step toward the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan.

Every step he took was difficult, but he had to take it.

He had to go back and deliver the message; he had to tell his father everything that had happened that day.

He wanted his father to know that someone had killed a member of their Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, destroyed his dantian, and cut off his hand.

He wants revenge!

Although he no longer has the ability to take revenge, his family does.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan boasts titled Douluo, a thousand-year-old heritage, and countless powerful figures.

He simply didn't believe that a mere Yang Jian could stand up to the entire Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.

……

After a long journey, Yang Jian and his group arrived at the place closest to the far north.

This place is called Snowstorm City, and as the name suggests, the city lives up to its name.

The wind carried the snow, and the snow swirled with the wind, creating a vast expanse of white.

The city wall was built of black stone, which looked particularly cold and hard against the backdrop of white snow.

Two rows of guards stood at the city gate, wearing thick fur coats, their necks hunched, their hands tucked into their sleeves, and their breath drifting out like smoke.

It was freezing cold, and the ambient temperature was extremely low.

Not to mention ordinary people, even Soul Masters basically wear cotton-padded coats.

Occasionally, a few highly skilled Soul Masters would pass by, dressed in thin robes, their steps unhurried, but their complexions were not good, their lips were purple, and their noses were red, clearly this temperature was a considerable burden on their bodies.

Yang Jian is the kind of person who doesn't need to wear a cotton-padded coat.

He stood in the wind and snow, wearing only a thin white coat, his face calm and his breathing steady.

With the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts in operation, the heat within his body was continuous, and the cold air could not penetrate his body at all.

Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu were not as resistant to the cold as Yang Jian.

They had all bought cotton-padded coats in advance and were wearing them; they were thick and bulky, wrapping their bodies up tightly.

Zhu Zhuqing was wearing a black cotton-padded jacket with the collar turned up, covering half of her face and only revealing her eyes.

Xiao Wu was wearing a pink cotton-padded jacket and a fluffy hat, making her look round and chubby.

Ning Rongrong was the most exaggeratedly wrapped up. As a support soul master, her physical condition was not as good as that of a battle soul master, and her cultivation level was also low. In addition, she had consumed a lot of physical strength while traveling, which lowered her resistance. She wrapped herself up like a big rice dumpling, with a cotton-padded coat over a fur robe, a thick scarf around her neck, and woolen gloves on her hands. She looked as bulky as a penguin and walked with a wobbly gait.

Yang Jian entered Snowstorm City, randomly opened a hotel, stored his carriage, and then began to wander around Snowstorm City with the three women.

He came here not to rush, but to find out what was going on.

The far north is different from the Star Dou Great Forest; the climate is harsh, the environment is complex, and the distribution and habits of the soul beasts are also different.

He needs to do some research beforehand to understand the situation in the far north.

Chapter 122 I wonder if I'll be able to sleep tonight

Snowstorm City is not large, even smaller than Gengxin City, but its architectural style is very unique.

The roofs are pointed and steeply sloped, covered with thick snow, resembling white pyramids.

The street was narrow, and the shops on both sides had small storefronts and small windows, probably to prevent cold wind from blowing in.

The ground was paved with stone slabs, but many of them were cracked by the frost, leaving them pitted and uneven, making a crunching sound when stepped on.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street, but everyone seemed to be in a hurry, with their heads down and necks hunched, as if they wanted to shrink themselves into their clothes.

Occasionally, a few horse-drawn carriages would pass by, their wheels crunching over the snow with a soft, rustling sound, while the horses' hooves, encased in non-slip iron shoes, would tap out a crisp, clinking sound on the ice.

Yang Jian walked down the street, looking at the shops on both sides.

There were vendors selling fur coats, liquor, charcoal, and winter gear.

More often, these are recruitment points for the Soul Hunter Squad.

These recruitment points are mostly set up in open spaces on the street, with a flag erected on it displaying the name of the Soul Hunter Squad and the recruitment requirements.

Someone stood under the flag and shouted at the top of their lungs.

"The Northern Soul Hunter Team is recruiting agility-type Soul Masters, level 40 and above. Excellent benefits!"

"The Ice Wolf Soul Hunter Team is missing one control-type Soul Master, level 30 or above, experienced candidates preferred!"

"Blizzard Soul Hunter Team is recruiting offensive-type Soul Masters, level 50 and above. Profit sharing to be discussed!"

Yang Jian glanced at them and found that these Soul Hunting Squads were all quite strong.

Most of the team leaders are at least Soul Kings, and some are even Soul Emperors.

Their equipment was also excellent, including leather armor, weapons, and storage soul tools.

Even so, these people only dared to go to the outskirts of the far north, and dared not go deeper.

As Yang Jian strolled around and inquired, he quickly learned about the basic situation of Snowstorm City.

There are three main factions in Snowstorm City.

The Martial Soul Branch Hall, the City Lord's Mansion, and the Wang Family.

Each faction has a Soul Master in charge, and their strengths are not much different, maintaining a delicate balance.

Special attention should be paid to the Wang family, the local tyrants of Snowstorm City.

The Wang family has the deepest foundation, seemingly with an 89th-level Soul Douluo in charge. They have been operating in Snowstorm City for hundreds of years, deeply rooted and practically the local tyrants of Snowstorm City.

Yang Jian randomly picked a stall selling roasted sweet potatoes, bought a few, and chatted with the stall owner while eating them.

The stall owner was an old man in his fifties, with a face full of wrinkles, fingers red from the cold, and a heavy accent.

When he heard Yang Jian asking about the Wang family, his expression changed. He looked around and said in a low voice, "Young man, don't go asking about the Wang family. They're not to be trifled with. Whoever does will be in trouble."

"How can I not mess with you?" Yang Jian took a bite of the sweet potato, which was steaming hot and sweet.

The old man sighed and said, "The eldest son of the Wang family, what was his name again? Anyway, he's a complete scoundrel. Relying on his family's power, he commits all sorts of evil deeds, bullying men and women. The year before last, a merchant from out of town offended him and had his leg broken and was thrown out of the city. Last year, a girl caught his eye, but when she refused, her whole family was driven out of Wind and Snow City. This year is even worse; he took a fancy to a widow who sells cloth in the east of the city, and when she refused, he burned down her shop."

As the old man spoke, his voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a whisper.

"What's most hateful is that he doesn't care when he hits someone. Last month, he was riding his horse recklessly through the streets and killed a child. Not only did he not pay any compensation, but he didn't even apologize."

Yang Jian listened without saying anything, only nodding.

He didn't care about this. His cultivation level was constantly increasing during his journey, and he was about to break through level 69. He estimated that it would take at most a month to break through level 70 and begin his plan to hunt for the seventh soul ring.

During this period, he will most likely remain in a state of cultivation and will have no chance of participating in the power struggles of Snowstorm City.

The Wang family's evil deeds, the struggle between the City Lord's Mansion and the Martial Soul Branch Hall, none of it had anything to do with him.

As dusk fell, I grew hungry.