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

She felt that she had no hope for the rest of her life.

She looked at Yang Jian, who was tidying up his clothes, and felt extremely frustrated. Her eyes reddened slightly, and her lips moved, her voice hoarse: "Are you still Yang Jian?"

The Yang Jian she knew, though cold, at least still had warmth.

Yang Jian now resembles a stone statue, and no matter how much she tries to warm her up, she can't get warm.

Yang Jian straightened his clothes, turned to look at her, nodded and shook his head: "Yes and no. You can understand it as the same person, but due to some reasons, his personality has undergone a complete change."

He didn't elaborate or explain.

The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts changed too many things, and even he himself couldn't say whether these changes were good or bad.

Qian Renxue didn't quite understand, but she didn't ask any further questions.

She was completely dazed, as if she had lost her soul.

"So... are we still going to get married?"

Her voice was soft, tinged with uncertainty and unease.

Yang Jian turned his head and looked at Qian Renxue, whose face was rosy, and nodded slightly: "Don't worry, I will definitely take responsibility in the future. It's just... I can't guarantee that I can give you enough care. In short, just tell me what you want, and I will try my best to satisfy you. Don't keep it to yourself."

Qian Renxue eventually gave in.

Although she is proud, she has already done everything, so how could she refuse so easily?

She was, after all, just a woman, and at least in her heart, she longed to rely on a man. Yang Jian was the best choice; there was no better.

Qian Renxue bit her lip and nodded gently: "Okay."

Yang Jian straightened his clothes, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the main hall, saying without looking back, "You can go back now and tell Emperor Xue Ye that the Spirit Hall will not cause trouble for his Heaven Dou Empire in the short term."

His footsteps echoed in the hall before disappearing outside the door.

Qian Renxue lay on her side on the throne, her eyes vacant, watching Yang Jian's figure disappear through the doorway.

Her mind went blank, and her ears were ringing.

She didn't know how much time had passed; perhaps it was the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, or perhaps half an hour.

She slowly sat up, regaining her usual composure.

A fierce fighting spirit blazed in her eyes; she refused to believe it and was determined to take down Yang Jian!

I've won over the man today; I must win over Yang Jian's heart in a while!

Saying that your personality has changed is just an excuse; you probably just haven't truly fallen in love with yourself yet.

Upon returning to the Heaven Dou Empire, she decided to read some relevant books and strive to improve herself, believing that one day she would be able to impress Yang Jian.

If all else fails, she can be humble; she just can't give up!

Qian Renxue made a decision and rekindled her fighting spirit.

She stood up, raised her hand and wiped her face; a flash of golden light, and she transformed back into Xue Qinghe.

She walked out of the main hall with steady steps, as if nothing had happened, her face still bearing a gentle smile.

……

Not long after, Yang Jian found Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

“The Star Luo Empire has just been conquered, and there are still many things to deal with. It’s more suitable for the two of you to stay here than for me.”

"If anyone causes trouble, kill them without mercy."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei nodded in agreement, one in charge of political affairs and the other in charge of public security, a clear division of labor.

Yang Jian prepared to return to the Spirit Hall to focus on seclusion and cultivation, striving to break through to the Soul Douluo level as soon as possible.

Then, we can try to deal with Bibi Dong, or more precisely, deal with the will of the Rakshasa God.

He flew out of Star Luo City and headed towards the Spirit Hall.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the earth rushed past beneath my feet.

Back to the Spirit Hall.

He went to the offering hall first.

Qian Daoliu remained kneeling before the angel statue, praying like an old monk in deep meditation, motionless.

Yang Jian walked up to him and said, "I want to see Bibi Dong."

Qian Daoliu didn't turn around, but simply nodded slightly, his tone calm: "Go."

Throughout the entire process, he made no other moves, as if he were indifferent to everything.

Yang Jian walked down the steps, through the long corridor, and pushed open the iron door of the dungeon.

Bibi Dong was bound by golden chains and suspended in mid-air.

Her hair was even more disheveled, her face even more haggard, and the blood-red light in her eyes even more intense.

When she saw Yang Jian enter, she immediately began to struggle excitedly, the chains rattling as if she were trying to break free of her restraints.

"You traitorous disciple! How dare you come here!" Bibi Dong's voice was sharp and piercing. "You will die a horrible death! I curse you to die a horrible death!"

Her voice was filled with hatred and madness.

Yang Jian didn't reply, but quietly looked at Bibi Dong.

He could sense that the Rakshasa God's will within Bibi Dong was growing stronger and stronger, gradually devouring her sanity.

The golden chains trembled slightly, and fine cracks appeared on their surface.

If this continues, she'll be able to break free in a month at most.

"Teacher, please hang in there a little longer. I will then take action to completely restore you to normal."

Yang Jian stretched out his hand and activated the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique. Golden light surged from his palm and poured into the golden chains.

The cracks in the chains slowly healed, making them even stronger.

Bibi Dong's struggle lessened somewhat, but her eyes remained fierce.

"I don't need your hypocrisy!" Bibi Dong's voice was filled with hatred. "You are a traitor! An ingrate! I should never have taken you as my disciple in the first place!"

Yang Jian stood there listening for a while, and only spoke softly when she had finished cursing: "In a few months at most, I will be marrying Qian Renxue. As her mother, I really hope you can attend. At least you should be there during the wedding."

Chapter 193 Tang Hao Returns

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with a sense of bewilderment.

The name Qian Renxue was like a key, unlocking her long-sealed memories.

She remembered the girl who always clung to her when she was little, her innocent face, and her golden eyes.

But soon, her face contorted again, and the blood-red light in her eyes intensified.

"That bastard Qian Renxue! She deserves to die a horrible death!"

"You even want to marry trash like Qian Renxue? You're the biggest bastard in the world! Don't expect me to attend any of your bullshit weddings. I curse you to die on your wedding day! And Qian Renxue, that bastard, die the same way!"

Her voice echoed in the secret room.

Yang Jian shook his head as he looked at Bibi Dong's frenzied state.

He said nothing more, turned and left the secret chamber, returned to the offering hall, greeted Qian Daoliu, and then left.

When Yang Jian returned to his courtyard, he found that Hu Liena had already moved in.

She didn't have many things—a few clothes, a few books, and some random trinkets—piled up in a corner of the yard.

She sat on a stone bench under the osmanthus tree, holding a book in her hand, and was flipping through it.

Upon seeing Yang Jian return, she immediately put down her book and a bright smile appeared on her face.

"Yang Jian! You're back!" She ran over and tugged at his sleeve. "You've been gone for so long! I missed you so much!"

Yang Jian looked at her and said calmly, "I'm going into seclusion."

Hu Liena nodded immediately, hands on her hips, looking very confident: "Don't worry! I'll stay here and make sure no one bothers you!"

She patted her chest, her face full of seriousness.

She knew that Yang Jian's seclusion was very important and that no one should disturb him.

Yang Jian nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

He went up to the second floor, entered the cultivation room, and waved his hand to set up a restriction nearby.

This is inherent to the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts; unless attacked by a Title Douluo of level 95 or above, no one can possibly alarm him.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to circulate the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique.

……

Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

A lot happened during that time.

The Spirit Hall acted swiftly and has completely taken over the Star Luo Empire.

Those nobles were purged, and the newly appointed officials were all talents cultivated by the Spirit Hall. Although they lacked experience, they were obedient.

The people of the Star Luo Empire were fairly satisfied with the rule of the Spirit Hall, since the Spirit Hall never collected exorbitant taxes or arbitrarily conscripted people to do hard labor.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei worked together seamlessly, one handling internal affairs and the other external affairs, managing Xingluo City in an orderly manner.

The Heaven Dou Empire also issued a statement announcing that it would formally establish diplomatic relations with the Spirit Hall from this day forward, with both sides becoming brotherly nations and vowing never to invade each other.

This was Qian Renxue's doing. After returning to Tiandou City, she immediately reported the results of the peace negotiations to Emperor Xueye, boasting about how she turned the tide and how she persuaded the Spirit Hall to withdraw its troops.

Emperor Xueye was overjoyed and rewarded her handsomely, even publicly announcing that she was the future heir to the Heavenly Dou Empire.

Qian Renxue feigned modesty and declined, but inwardly she was sneering.

In a few months, this old man will die.

Yang Jian was unaware of these matters; he remained in seclusion in his cultivation room.

The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts were operating more and more smoothly, and his soul power was also steadily increasing.

Level 73, level 74, level 75... He felt he was not far from reaching the bottleneck of Contra.