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

He might be able to put up a fight against ordinary level one or level two gods.

But the Asura God is a God King, one of the most powerful beings in the God Realm.

His chances of defeating the Asura God are slim.

Yang Jian shook his head, deciding to take it one step at a time and decide later.

In any case, the God of Asura should still have some reservations and dare not interfere too much with Douluo Continent.

After all, the realm of gods has its own rules, and you can't just do whatever you want.

For the time being, he doesn't need to worry about the Asura God coming to his door.

Yang Jian coughed lightly twice, not even glancing at the trembling blood-red nine-headed bat king beside him, then turned and left, returning the way he came.

……

When Yang Jian left the Killing City, his chest was still aching slightly.

The curse of the Asura God was no joke. That eerie power was like a venomous snake, coiling around his wound, biting him from time to time, making him wince in pain.

However, his recovery ability was not to be underestimated. The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts operated automatically, and golden light flickered at the wound, gradually eroding the power of the curse.

At this rate, he should recover in about two weeks.

Yang Jianfei flew above the desert, the yellow sand beneath his feet like a golden ocean, undulating and stretching as far as the eye could see.

He flew for a while and suddenly saw a group of people ahead.

It wasn't just one or two people, but a group of about seven or eight, walking with difficulty in the desert, lined up in a row.

Yang Jian became interested, lowered his altitude, landed on a sand dune, and watched the group of people from a distance.

He recognized the group of people immediately from their clothes.

Shrek Academy.

Leading the way were Flanders and Zhao Wuji, standing on either side like two guardian deities.

Following behind was Yu Xiaogang, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, holding a tree branch in his hand, drawing something on the ground as he walked, muttering to himself.

Behind him was Tang San, dressed in a blue outfit, head down, mechanical steps, and empty eyes, like a soulless puppet.

Behind Tang San was Oscar, who looked utterly dejected, as if he had just been dragged out of bed.

At the very back are Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.

Dai Mubai walks with a limp. Although his hands and feet, which Yang Jian had broken, have recovered and he can move normally, his cultivation has long been destroyed.

He's just an ordinary person now, panting after walking a few steps, with beads of sweat streaming down his forehead like rain.

His face was etched with exhaustion and resentment, but even more so with fear.

He dared not return to the Star Luo Empire, fearing that his elder brother Davis would kill him, so he shamelessly stayed at Shrek Academy to make a living.

Ma Hongjun's gait was also uncoordinated, with his legs tightly pressed together.

His face was flushed, his breathing was rapid, and his eyes were filled with pain and torment.

Yang Jian could tell at a glance that this little potato was being tormented by lustful desires. After all, he had crippled his lower body and had nowhere to vent his lustful desires. It was a miracle that he had survived until now.

Yang Jian shook his head, sighing inwardly.

"Truly the worst of the worst."

He wasn't referring to Ma Hongjun, but to Dai Mubai.

Although Dai Mubai could never get revenge, he didn't even have the courage to do so, and he shamelessly stayed at Shrek Academy. It was truly shameful.

If it were him, he would have already smashed his head against a block of tofu and died.

Yang Jian snapped out of his thoughts, pricked up his ears, and listened carefully to the conversation between Shrek and his group.

The desert was quiet, and the sound of the wind and sand could not drown out their voices.

Yu Xiaogang walked in the middle of the group, holding the tree branch in his hand, talking loudly as he walked.

"Based on my years of research, there is a special kind of spirit beast in this desert that should be able to solve Ma Hongjun's problem of evil fire."

His tone was full of confidence, like that of a scientist who had grasped the truth of the universe.

"Master, is it true?" Ma Hongjun's eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace, squeezing his legs together, and moved closer to Yu Xiaogang. "Please don't lie to me, my body really can't take it anymore."

"When have I ever lied to you?" Yu Xiaogang pushed up his glasses, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. "This is the conclusion I reached after three whole months of research. It's not just empty talk. You'll just have to wait and see."

"Master is awesome!" Ma Hongjun gave a thumbs up, his smile as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum.

Oscar, walking behind, rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "They always talk about research, but after all that research, they haven't come up with anything."

His voice was very soft, but Flanders still heard it.

Flander turned and glared at him, and Oscar immediately shrank back, not daring to say another word.

Tang San walked in the group, his eyes vacant, as if he didn't care about anything.

Since Tang Xiao's death, he has become like this, as if he has lost his soul. He doesn't speak, laugh, or cry all day long, just like a walking corpse.

Yu Xiaogang tried to comfort him, but it was no use.

Flanders tried it too, but it didn't work.

Needless to say, Zhao Wuji couldn't even speak; all he could do was pat someone on the shoulder.

Dai Mubai walked at the very back, panting heavily, his legs feeling like they were filled with lead, each step incredibly heavy.

He opened his mouth as if to say, "Sit down and rest for a bit," but after glancing at the backs of the people in front of him, he closed his mouth again.

He has now become a useless person and has long since lost all his voice.

In this group, he didn't even have the right to speak.

Flander and Zhao Wuji exchanged a glance, walked over to Yu Xiaogang, and asked in a low voice, "Xiaogang, what kind of soul beast are you talking about? Stop keeping us in suspense, it's time to tell us now."

Yu Xiaogang stopped, turned around, and faced the crowd with a proud expression on his face.

"That kind of soul beast is called a Sand Beetle."

“Sabella?” Flanders frowned. “I’ve never heard of it.”

“It’s normal that you haven’t heard of it.” Yu Xiaogang pushed up his glasses, his tone tinged with pride. “The Sand Beetle is an extremely rare soul beast that lives deep in the desert. It usually hides in the sand and is difficult to find. Its attribute is earth, which doesn’t match Ma Hongjun’s fire attribute, but it can produce a very special soul skill that can solve Ma Hongjun’s problem of evil fire.”

"What kind of soul skill?" Zhao Wuji couldn't help but ask.

Chapter 151 Heading to Seagod Island

Yu Xiaogang revealed a mysterious smile, his lips curled up and his eyes narrowed into slits.

"You'll see when the time comes. Anyway, I would never harm Ma Hongjun."

Flander and Zhao Wuji exchanged a glance and asked no further questions.

They chose to believe Yu Xiaogang, after all, they had gotten along very well these past few days, and he probably wouldn't joke about Ma Hongjun's life.

The group continued onward, searching for traces of sand beetles in the desert.

Yang Jian watched them from a distant sand dune, his heart unmoved.

He is not a bloodthirsty person; it's impossible for him to go and kill anyone connected to Tang San.

Shrek Academy posed absolutely no threat to him; all of them combined wouldn't be enough for him to defeat with one hand.

He did want to take action against Tang San, after all, he was the successor appointed by the God of Asura, and killing him would be tantamount to extinguishing the God of Asura's hopes.

But he had just been warned by the God of Asura not long ago, and his injuries had not yet healed. There are some things that cannot be gambled on.

Although that old Asura God cannot easily interfere with the human realm, what if he goes mad?

What if he's willing to break the rules to kill himself?

Yang Jian touched the wound on his chest and shook his head.

Never mind, I'll just have to bear with it for now.

Yu Xiaogang led his group for about an hour before finally finding a sand beetle among a sand dune.

The sand beetle was over a meter long, with an oval-shaped body and a yellowish-brown shell covered with fine patterns, making it look like a giant seashell.

It was half-buried in the sand, with only half of its shell showing, basking in the sun.

“The thousand-year-old sand worm is just right for Ma Hongjun.” Yu Xiaogang squatted on the sand dune, observed for a while, and spoke with certainty.

Flander nodded, and in a flash appeared next to the sand beetle, slapping its shell with his palm.

The shell of the sand beetle shattered with a crack, revealing its body, which was limp and like a lump of mud.

It let out a sharp screech and tried to burrow into the sand to escape, but Flander stomped on it, immobilizing it.

"Xiao Gang, double-check, is everything really okay?" Flander turned to look at Yu Xiao Gang.

Yu Xiaogang patted his chest confidently, his voice booming: "Don't worry, my research is absolutely correct. This sand beetle's soul ring can solve Ma Hongjun's evil fire problem one hundred percent."

Flander nodded, released his foot, and waved to Ma Hongjun.

Ma Hongjun rushed forward impatiently, pulled out a dagger from his waist, and stabbed it into the body of the sand beetle.

The sand beetle twitched a few times, then stopped moving.

A purple spirit ring slowly rose from the corpse and hovered in the air.

Ma Hongjun sat cross-legged and began absorbing the spirit ring.

He was breathing rapidly, and the veins on his forehead were bulging; he looked to be in great pain.

But after a while, his expression gradually calmed down, and his complexion returned to normal.

The others stood around on guard, watching their surroundings warily.

Yang Jian watched from a distance for a while, but finding it uninteresting, he turned and left.

He took to the sky and flew towards Tiandou City.

It was already evening when we returned to Tiandou City.

The setting sun painted the sky orange-red, and pedestrians hurried along the streets, all rushing home.

Yang Jian landed in his own yard, pushed open the door, and went inside.