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

"Goodbye."

Liu Erlong was stunned.

She watched Yang Jian's retreating figure, feeling utterly bewildered.

This person came to see her, didn't say a word, sat for less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and then left.

She wanted to chase after him to get to the bottom of things, but with so many students surrounding her, it was difficult to get away.

She shook her head and continued answering the students' questions.

……

Yang Jian walked out of Blue Tyrant Academy and slowly walked back along the street.

When he got home, the sun was already setting.

In the courtyard, under the osmanthus tree, Zhu Zhuqing was meditating, her eyes closed and her breathing steady.

Xiao Wu squatted beside the flower bed, head down, lost in thought.

Ning Rongrong wandered around the yard aimlessly, looking at the flowers, the trees, and kicking pebbles on the ground.

The older brother and younger sister went to school and haven't come back yet.

Yang Jian stood under a big tree, quietly watching Ning Rongrong.

His initial idea was to give Ning Rongrong the Qiluo Tulip to help her awaken the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, then go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, show the evolved Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in front of Ning Fengzhi and the others, and then kill Ning Rongrong directly.

In this way, Ning Fengzhi and the others' moods will be like a roller coaster, rising and falling, plummeting from the sky to the ground.

This is the ultimate way to kill someone by destroying their spirit.

But now, he feels it's unnecessary.

Since his mindset changed, his way of thinking has also changed.

He used to act on emotion, thinking that this was the best way to get revenge.

Now that reason prevails, he naturally thinks this is meaningless.

Why waste a magical herb?

The Qiluo Tulip is extremely precious. Giving it to Ning Rongrong to awaken the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda, and then killing her, isn't that just pointless?

"Yang Jian, you're back!"

Suddenly, Ning Rongrong's voice rang in my ears.

Yang Jian snapped out of his daze and saw Ning Rongrong standing in front of him, looking up at him with bright eyes and a sweet smile on her face.

Yang Jian looked at her, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Come out with me."

Ning Rongrong blinked and asked, "Where to?"

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School".

Ning Rongrong's eyes shone even brighter.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and the corners of her mouth turned up, her smile as beautiful as a blooming peach blossom.

Yang Jian took her to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to see her father and her family.

Is this a meeting with the parents?

Her heart beat a little faster, filled with sweetness and anticipation.

"Okay!" Ning Rongrong nodded vigorously, looking very shy, clutching the hem of her clothes with both hands and drawing circles on the ground with her toes.

Yang Jian ignored her reaction.

He reached out and grabbed Ning Rongrong's arm, then leaped into the air and flew into the sky.

Ning Rongrong was being lifted up and swayed in the air, but she wasn't scared at all; instead, she laughed even more happily.

She looked at the houses and streets below her feet getting smaller and smaller, and at the Tiandou City gradually disappearing in the distance, her heart filled with longing.

……

Before long, the outline of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School became faintly visible.

The mountains are towering, shrouded in clouds and mist, with white buildings standing on their slopes.

The steps in front of the mountain gate extend from the foot of the mountain all the way to the mountainside, with exotic flowers and plants planted on both sides, filling the air with fragrance.

Ning Rongrong suddenly became very nervous.

Her heart was pounding like a drum, her palms were sweaty, and her breathing became rapid.

She chattered incessantly beside Yang Jian, asking if her hair was messy, if her clothes were neat, and if she looked well. In short, she felt it was all too rushed, that she hadn't prepared anything, and that it would be impolite to go to see her father empty-handed.

Yang Jian completely ignored her.

He grabbed Ning Rongrong by the arm and landed directly on the plaza of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

The plaza of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is very large, with the ground paved with solid white stones, smooth as a mirror.

Dozens of disciples were cultivating in the square; some were meditating, some were practicing their soul skills, and some were sparring with each other.

Upon seeing someone descend from the sky, the disciples were startled and stopped what they were doing, staring warily at the unfamiliar young man in white.

But when they saw the girl Yang Jian was carrying, their wariness instantly turned into surprise, and then into relaxation.

"It's Rongrong!"

"Rongrong is back!"

"It startled me; I thought the enemy had come to attack."

Several female disciples ran over and surrounded Ning Rongrong, chattering away, asking her where she had been, whether she had lost weight, and who this handsome guy was.

Ning Rongrong responded to each question, in a very good mood, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with a smile.

This has left those disciples bewildered.

In their minds, Ning Rongrong was a little devil, the kind who would hang male disciples from trees and beat them, push female disciples into the pool, and pluck half of her teacher's beard.

Why are you being so gentle today?

Has she changed her personality?

Many disciples began to inquire about Yang Jian's identity, asking if he was Ning Rongrong's boyfriend.

Ning Rongrong blushed deeply, unsure how to answer. She lowered her head, her toes tracing circles on the ground, her face as red as if it were about to bleed.

Yang Jian had no intention of explaining.

He unleashed his spiritual power, scanning the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and quickly located Ning Fengzhi's location—the main hall.

He turned and left.

Ning Rongrong quickly followed, jogging after him.

The two walked one after the other through a long corridor and several archways, arriving at the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Chapter 172 Ning Fengzhi: Stop!

The main hall is tall, magnificent, and imposing.

Yang Jian pushed open the door and went inside.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the main seat, holding a cup of tea in his hand. The tea had gone cold, but he didn't drink it.

He looked terrible, his face was full of worry, the wrinkles around his eyes were much deeper than they were a few months ago, and his hair had turned quite a bit whiter.

Behind him stood Chen Xin, his left sleeve empty, swaying gently in the breeze. His complexion was also terrible, his lips were pale, his eyes were unfocused, and he looked like he had lost his soul.

Ning Fengzhi already knew that Yang Jian had arrived.

He personally built the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's defense system, and no disturbance could escape his notice.

He received the message the moment Yang Jian fell from the sky.

He waited here, waiting for the boy to arrive.

He didn't know what Yang Jian came for, but he knew it definitely wasn't anything good.

Ning Rongrong peeked out from behind Yang Jian, saw Ning Fengzhi, and a bright smile appeared on her face.

"Dad! I'm home!"

Her voice was clear and cheerful, like a little bird returning to its nest.

Ning Fengzhi looked at her, his lips twitched slightly, but he didn't laugh. His gaze shifted from Ning Rongrong's face to Yang Jian's, and the sorrow in his eyes turned into vigilance and fear.

Ning Rongrong was completely oblivious to her father's expression.

She was immersed in her own sweet world, thinking that Yang Jian had come to propose marriage, that her father would be happy, and that everything would be wonderful.

"Dad, I brought Yang Jian to the sect. You won't blame me, will you?" Ning Rongrong walked to Ning Fengzhi's side, tugged at his sleeve, and said coquettishly.

Ning Fengzhi did not answer.

He looked at Yang Jian, his right hand unconsciously gripping the armrest of the chair, ready to fight at any moment. Although he knew he couldn't win, he had to at least show some backbone.

Chen Xin stood behind Ning Fengzhi, her body trembling slightly.

He dared not look at Yang Jian, but he also dared not not look at her.

His gaze fell on Yang Jian's face, then quickly shifted away, then returned, and then shifted away again.

He had lost all his spirit when facing Yang Jian.

Looking at Chen Xin's appearance, Yang Jian felt utterly bored.

A Sword Douluo who can't even hold a sword properly is no longer a threat.

He originally intended to go on a killing spree, but after thinking about it, he felt that even if he killed a lot of people, he would ultimately gain nothing.

However, some important figures still had to die.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Ning Fengzhi.

"Sect Leader Ning, I have come today to demand that your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School submit."