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

He withdrew all his defenses and plunged his sword into his own chest.

The Seven Kill Sword pierced through his body, its tip emerging from his back.

His body swayed, he knelt on the ground, and then collapsed.

His eyes were still open, looking in Ning Fengzhi's direction, with a relieved smile on his lips.

“Old bones…Old sect leader…I’ve come to find you…”

Ning Rongrong's cries grew louder and more desperate.

"Grandpa Sword!"

Her voice was hoarse, her tears had all dried up, and her eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

She lay on the ground, staring blankly at the bodies of her father and Grandpa Jian.

She still doesn't understand why this happened.

She recalled all the moments she had spent with Yang Jian.

From initial unfamiliarity to later familiarity, and now to despair.

She didn't know how she felt.

hatred?

怨？

She just felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if it had been torn apart by someone's hands.

Yang Jian turned around, glanced at the two corpses on the ground, and then at Ning Rongrong, who was lying on the ground crying.

"After a while, I will have Chrysanthemum Douluo come to help you take control of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. As long as you obey me, I guarantee that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School can be passed down and I will not harm you."

After saying that, he vanished in a flash.

Ning Rongrong lay on the ground, crying her heart out.

Her tears had dried up, her throat was hoarse from shouting, and she was like a walking corpse.

She didn't know what to do, or what path to take in the future.

She just felt like the sky had fallen.

……

After leaving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Yang Jian returned to the Spirit Hall.

He didn't go back to his own courtyard, but went straight to Yue Guan.

Yue Guan was watering flowers in his small courtyard, holding a small watering can in his hand, bending over, and carefully watering a rare and precious chrysanthemum.

He had a satisfied smile on his face and was humming a little tune.

Yang Jian descended from the sky and landed beside Yue Guan.

Yue Guan looked up at him, then lowered her head to continue watering.

"You're back? Have you finished your business?"

“It’s done.” Yang Jian paused. “Uncle Yue, go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and take over there.”

Yue Guan paused for a moment, then looked up at Yang Jian, her eyes full of surprise.

"Take over the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? You killed Ning Fengzhi?"

"Ah."

Yue Guan was silent for a moment, then nodded.

He didn't ask why, because he knew Yang Jian must have his reasons for doing so.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

He put down the kettle, patted the dirt off his hands, and vanished in a flash.

Yang Jian turned around and walked towards the direction of the offering hall.

The offering hall remained the same: dim, quiet, and filled with the scent of sandalwood.

Qian Daoliu sat on a prayer mat in front of the angel statue, his eyes closed, his hands clasped together, in prayer.

His complexion was poor, his lips were purple, and he exuded an air of extreme old age.

When Yang Jian walked in, Qian Daoliu opened his eyes.

"You're here?"

"coming."

Where is Bibi Dong?

"In the secret chamber below," Qian Daoliu's voice was hoarse and weary, "my seal cannot hold her for long. Her strength is increasing rapidly, and after a while, I'm afraid I won't be able to suppress it anymore."

Yang Jian nodded and turned to walk deeper into the offering hall.

There is a long underground passage in the offering hall, with glowing gemstones inlaid on the walls on both sides, illuminating the passage.

At the end of the passage was an iron gate, covered with intricate sealing patterns, within which a faint golden light flowed.

Yang Jian pushed open the iron gate and went inside.

The secret room was small, only a dozen square meters.

The walls on all four sides were also covered with sealing patterns, and golden chains extended from the walls, binding a woman firmly in the center of the secret room.

Bibi Dong.

She wore a black robe, her hair was disheveled, her face was haggard, and her eyes gleamed with a blood-red light.

Her hands were bound by golden chains and raised above her head, and her feet were also bound by chains, making it impossible for her to move.

She was struggling desperately, the golden chains rattling, but they didn't break.

However, it seems that the seal won't last much longer. The power of the seal is weakening, and Bibi Dong will definitely be able to break free after a while.

Chapter 174 The Will of the Rakshasa God

"Ok?"

Hearing footsteps, Bibi Dong looked up and saw Yang Jian.

A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes, which then turned into anger.

"Yang Jian! Did you collude with Qian Daoliu? How dare you treat me like this! I am your teacher!"

Yang Jian stood in front of her, his hands behind his back, looking at her.

"You are still alive because you are my teacher. Otherwise, you would have died long ago."

Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent.

"Who do you think you are? If it weren't for that old bastard Qian Daoliu's intervention, would I have fallen to this state? I could kill you with one hand!"

She struggled, and the golden chains rattled.

"Release me at once! You traitorous disciple!"

Yang Jian looked at her, his gaze calm.

"Teacher, haven't you noticed that your emotions have been affected all these years?"

Bibi Dong was slightly taken aback.

She reflected on how she had changed over the years, becoming increasingly irritable, paranoid, and insane.

She thought this was a change brought about by power, and that she was growing up.

But now, Yang Jian's words have awakened her.

Could it be that something is really affecting her?

A thought flashed through her mind.

Rakshasa God!

But soon, that thought was overwhelmed by hatred.

A blood-red light flashed in her eyes again, her face contorted, and her voice became shrill.

"I am perfectly fine! Release me at once! You traitorous disciple!"

Yang Jian looked at her and knew she was beyond saving.

The will of the Rakshasa God had been deeply implanted in her soul and merged with her consciousness.

She cannot change unless the will of the Rakshasa God is dealt with.

Yang Jian thought about it and decided to give it a try.

He reached out and placed his hand on Bibi Dong's head.

The power of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts flowed into Bibi Dong's body through her palm, probing deep into her soul.

That force was gentle and mild, like the warm sun in spring.

Bibi Dong's body stiffened, the blood-red light in her eyes dimmed slightly, and her expression changed from anger to confusion, and then from confusion to pain.

Her body began to tremble, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, streaming down her cheeks.

Yang Jian could sense that the will of the Rakshasa God was coiled deep within Bibi Dong's soul, like a venomous snake, constantly releasing evil power.

The power of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts enveloped that will and began to purify it.

Everything is going smooth.

That will was shrinking, withering, and dissipating.

But just as everything was about to get on track, Yang Jian suddenly felt a darkness before his eyes and was pulled into an unfamiliar space.

It was a gray world, without sky or earth, only endless gray fog drifting by.

A person stood in the mist, a woman.

She wore a long black dress, her hair was as black as ink, her face was alluring, and her eyes were blood red with vertical pupils, like snakes.