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

Di Tian froze in mid-air, as if frozen in this moment.

His pupils contracted sharply, and something deep within his eyes seemed to shatter with a deafening roar.

His mouth was slightly open, and a hoarse, broken sound rolled out from his throat. He wanted to say something, but he didn't even know what to say.

My mind went completely blank.

All his thoughts, all his perceptions, and all his understanding of the world were completely overturned at this moment.

The Dragon God's Claw, a claw that even gods dare not directly confront, only left three shallow bloodstains on this human's skin.

He wasn't seriously injured, and his breathing wasn't even erratic.

Di Tian felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare, a nightmare he couldn't wake up from, a nightmare so absurd it was beyond comprehension.

He snapped back to his senses, as if he had suddenly emerged from deep water, and his entire body's strength exploded instantly.

He raised his hand and tore open a spatial rift, then flashed into it.

The crack closed extremely quickly. Just as he disappeared, Yang Jian's golden vertical pupils withdrew from the aftershocks of the collision and focused on the closing crack.

Yang Jian stared at the completely closed spatial rift and did not pursue it.

His gaze lingered on the spot where the crack disappeared for a few moments before slowly returning to its original position.

He stood there, the night wind ruffling his robes.

The three bloodstains on his chest had begun to heal on their own. Golden light flowed across his skin, and wherever it passed, the wounds closed, scabbed over, and fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only three marks lighter than his skin color.

He didn't pursue it because he knew that if he did, he would have to confront the Silver Dragon King directly.

The being that slumbers deep within the Star Dou Great Forest is what he fears most right now.

With his current strength, he could easily deal with Di Tian, ​​but the Silver Dragon King was a different story. A being of that level could not be dealt with by brute force alone.

It's better to play it safe. Once my cultivation level breaks through to the Title Douluo level, I'll have no more worries.

Yang Jian withdrew the Law of Heaven and Earth and returned to his original form.

I stretched my shoulders and felt the new energy within me flowing into my limbs and bones with each breath.

He put Xiong Jun's corpse into his storage soul tool and turned to walk towards Tianqing City.

The moonlight fell on his back, casting a long shadow.

Soon, his figure disappeared into the depths of the night.

Chapter 211 Di Tian: I Lost

Deep within the Starry Sky Forest, the Lake of Life ripples under the moonlight, its shimmering waves like countless tiny silver fragments dancing.

A black spatial rift opened up by the lake, and Di Tian's figure fell out from it.

He knelt on one knee, his left hand pressed against his chest.

The shattered scales are healing slowly, much slower than usual.

His breathing was heavy and rapid, and sweat slid down his forehead, dripping onto the grass by the lake.

He remained in that position for a long time, motionless, with only his chest heaving violently.

Biji, Ziji, and the Demon King remained by the lake and never left.

The moment she saw Di Tian fall out, the emerald light in Bi Ji's hand trembled violently, and the Demon King's face darkened.

Zi Ji's lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked, and she couldn't utter a single word.

A heavy sense of oppression filled the air, and even the surface of the Lake of Life seemed to quiet down.

In the end, it was Murasaki who spoke first.

She stepped forward, her voice urgent: "Lord Di Tian! How is it? That human..."

Di Tian raised his head, his golden pupils churning with complex emotions.

Shock, anger, resentment, and a hint of fear that he himself was unwilling to admit.

He slowly rose to his feet, the shattered scales on his chest making a soft cracking sound, the wound still oozing black blood.

Silent for a long time.

So long that the night wind seemed to have stopped, so long that the lake returned to calm, so long that Princess Ziji hesitated to speak, and finally shut her mouth.

He finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, filled with exhaustion: "I lost. I couldn't beat him."

These words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating waves that seemed to freeze the air for a moment.

Zi Ji's mouth gaped open, her purple eyes wide with disbelief.

The emerald light in Brigitte's hand suddenly paused, almost going out.

The Demon King's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent.

Di Tian continued, "I'm afraid only the Lord himself can suppress him."

There was a hint of apprehension in his voice that he himself was unaware of.

It wasn't the frustration of failure, but rather an instinctive wariness of something incomprehensible.

Zi Ji's lips trembled slightly, her voice growing increasingly urgent: "Then let's awaken our lord now! Let our lord kill that human and avenge Xiong Jun and Chi Wang!"

Her voice was sharp and firm, clearly indicating that she had made up her mind: "That human killed the Bear King, injured the Crimson King, and even you, Lord Di Tian... If we let him grow up, and he ventures into the Star Dou Great Forest again, we may not even have a chance to resist!"

Di Tian slowly shook his head, his movements slow but exceptionally firm, clearly having given it considerable thought: "No. Our lord is at a critical juncture. Awakening her rashly would likely undo all our previous efforts. She is meant to lead the soul beasts to rise, she is the last hope of the Star Dou Great Forest. I will not allow anyone, including myself, to destroy all of this because of a moment of impulsiveness."

Zi Ji wanted to refute, but after opening her mouth, she couldn't say anything.

She lowered her head, took a step back, clenched her fists, and didn't say another word.

Neither Brigitte nor the Demon King expressed any opinion from beginning to end.

Brigitte lowered her head again and continued to treat the Red King's slowly healing wounds.

The King of Ten Thousand Demons leaned against a tree, gazing at the lake, like a stone sculpture covered in moss.

Di Tian turned around and didn't say anything more.

He walked towards the depths of the Lake of Life, his dark silhouette stretched long in the moonlight, gradually disappearing into the shadows of the dense forest.

……

Meanwhile, on an open field outside Tianqing City, a campfire flickered in the night wind, its orange-red flames illuminating a small area around it.

Yang Jian sat by the campfire, with a piece of dark golden bear meat cut up in front of him.

The meat is firm and thick, with a glossy surface.

The meat chunks sizzled and turned over the fire.

Oil dripped into the fire, sparking tiny flames. The aroma filled the night air, mingling with the smoky scent of charcoal, whetting one's appetite.

He picked up a piece of roasted meat and took a bite. The tender meat and rich oil melted on his tongue, bringing a wild and powerful sensation.

One piece after another, he could feel his soul power slowly increasing as the meat entered his stomach.

The increase is not large, but its strength lies in its gentle and sustained nature, like a warm current flowing slowly through the meridians.

After finishing the barbecue, Yang Jian extinguished the campfire and flew towards Tian Dou City.

The night wind swept past my side, and the mountains and rivers on the ground rushed past beneath my feet.

After flying for nearly two hours, as the sky began to lighten, he finally landed in front of the courtyard in Tiandou City.

Yang Jian pushed open the courtyard gate and went inside.

The osmanthus branches in the courtyard swayed gently in the morning breeze, and a few withered yellow leaves twirled and fell to the ground.

Yang Jiao and Yang Chan were carrying their schoolbags as they came out of the house, ready to go to school.

The moment Yang Chan saw Yang Jian, his eyes lit up, just like a kitten seeing its owner.

She dropped her books and ran over, throwing herself into Yang Jian's arms, nuzzling her head against his chest, her voice clear and cheerful: "Second Brother! You're back! I missed you so much!"

Yang Jiao also walked over, a gentle smile on his face, and patted Yang Jian on the shoulder. He didn't say anything, but his concern was evident in his eyes.

Yang Jian gently patted Yang Chan's back to make her let go of him, and looked at Yang Jiao, saying, "Don't go to class today, I brought back some good stuff."

Yang Chan immediately looked up, her eyes sparkling: "What is that? What is that?"

Yang Jian did not answer, but simply gestured for them to follow him into the house.

The three entered the house, where Zhu Zhuqing was sitting in the living room eating breakfast, holding a bowl and chopsticks in her hands.

Xiao Wu sat next to her with her head down, taking small bites of a steamed bun.

Upon seeing Yang Jian enter, Zhu Zhuqing paused slightly, a faint smile unconsciously appearing on her lips. She quickly regained her cool demeanor, simply nodding slightly at him as a greeting.

Xiao Wu visibly tensed up, secretly glancing at Yang Jian before quickly lowering her head, shrinking her neck like a thief, her fingertips unconsciously pinching the steamed bun.

Yang Jian took out a large piece of cut dark gold bear meat from his storage soul tool and placed it on the table.

The chunk of meat was as big as a washbasin, with clear texture and dark golden fat that shimmered in the morning light, exuding a wild aura that made it clearly extraordinary.

He didn't say what kind of spirit beast's meat it was, only casually saying, "Good stuff, eat more, it's good for your cultivation."

Yang Chan immediately leaned over and smelled it: "Wow, it smells so good! What is this?"

Yang Jian didn't answer, only saying, "You'll know once you eat it."

Yang Jiao didn't ask any more questions, and nodded with a smile: "Then I won't go to class today, and I'll try the good stuff you brought back."

Zhu Zhuqing put down her chopsticks and stood up, offering to grill the food.

She carried the meat to the kitchen, her back slender and straight, her steps steady and natural, without asking a single question.

Yang Jian followed him into the kitchen, and the two of them stood in front of the stove processing the huge piece of bear meat.

Zhu Zhuqing's movements were skillful; she cut the meat, seasoned it, and started the fire with practiced ease, clearly having done it countless times.

Yang Jian stood beside him, handing him things and occasionally lending a hand; the two worked together quite well.

The kitchen was quiet for a moment, with only the sizzling of meat in the pot.

Zhu Zhuqing stirred the meat in the pot without looking up, her voice very soft: "How have you been these past few days?"