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

But at this moment, they are just a fleeting background scene in our field of vision.

Like a reflection on the water's surface in the wind, it flickered and then disappeared without leaving a trace.

"Ok?"

Flanders was the first to discover Yang Jian.

He was asking the stall owner for directions when his gaze unconsciously swept across the street.

Then his voice stopped, the second half of his words seemed to be cut off, stuck in his throat.

His mouth was still open, but he couldn't make a sound.

He stared blankly at the white-clad youth across the street, his expression shifting rapidly.

It was like seeing something that was both unexpected and yet perfectly logical.

He turned to the side and gently nudged Zhao Wuji's arm with his elbow.

Zhao Wuji followed his gaze, his brows immediately furrowed, his lips pressed into a line, and his jaw muscles tightened slightly.

Tang San looked up when Flander paused.

His gaze passed over the white steam rising from the pancake stall and landed on the white figure across the street.

His pupils contracted sharply, as if gripped tightly by something invisible.

His breathing became noticeably shallower, and even his inhalation seemed to be slowed down.

Ma Hongjun followed Tang San's gaze.

The moment he recognized the person, his expression fell, and even the sweat on his forehead seemed to have been frightened away.

All that remained on his round face was gray and pale.

Oscar glanced to the side, his shoulders slumping slightly as if something heavy had pressed down on him, completely erasing the brief moment of relaxation he had just experienced.

Dai Mubai had the strongest reaction.

The moment he recognized Yang Jian, he took a half step back, his back gently bumping against the wall with a very soft thud.

He froze on the spot, as if his ability to move had been instantly taken away.

Flanders was the first to move.

He took a deep, long breath, strode across the street, and walked up to Yang Jian.

He stopped a few steps away and bowed.

His movements were stiff and unnatural, and he bent his waist too much, as if he didn't know how much to bend properly.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope."

His voice was a little dry, each word sounding like it had been stuck in his throat for too long, and when he uttered it, there was a rustling sound.

Zhao Wuji followed him over.

He stood silently beside Flanders, neither bowing nor speaking.

He stood there, his face ashen, his gaze fixed on the ground in front of him.

It was as if she was looking for something so as not to appear too embarrassed.

He clenched his fist and then relaxed it, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed his words back.

Tang San did not come over.

He stood there with his head down, his shoulders slightly hunched, and his hands hanging at his sides.

His fingers curled and then relaxed, as if trying to minimize his presence and avoid drawing attention to himself.

Neither Ma Hongjun nor Oscar made a move.

They stood on either side of Tang San, their postures unnatural, as if they didn't know where to put their hands, their eyes wandering around.

Dai Mubai remained leaning against the wall.

He had neither the courage to step forward nor the courage to leave.

Half-huddled in the shadows of the wall, half of her face hidden in the darkness, the other half exposed to the afternoon light.

Those eyes stared blankly ahead.

Yang Jian glanced at Flander, his gaze lingering on Flander's tense face for less than a second.

Then he asked, "What are you doing here?"

His tone was very flat.

This question just slipped out of my mouth; it wasn't meant to be asked.

Flander straightened up and quickly replied, "Your Majesty, we wish to discuss a merger with Blue Tyrant Academy."

"The conditions at Shrek Academy are really too poor; the students don't even have a decent training ground."

"It leaks wind in winter and rain in summer, and we don't even have the money to replace half of the roof tiles that have fallen off."

"It's not a long-term solution for just a few of us to keep going."

"I know Liu Erlong, the dean of Lanba Academy, and we have some acquaintance. I was thinking of coming over to talk and see if we can find a solution that satisfies both sides."

As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on Yang Jian's collar.

It neither looks directly into the eyes nor wanders around aimlessly.

It was as if they had found a safe place to rest on that white fabric.

Yang Jian responded with an "oh," a sound devoid of any extra emotion.

His gaze shifted from Flanders to the figures at the pancake stall across the street.

Tang San kept his head down.

Ma Hongjun squatted on the ground and scratched the ground with his fingernails, leaving shallow white marks.

Oscar turned his head to the side to look elsewhere, as if he were studying the bark of a tree by the roadside.

Dai Mubai leaned against the wall, staring blankly at a carriage that drove by in the distance.

The carriage disappeared from sight, but his gaze did not follow it.

The expressions on those people's faces were all different.

But when Yang Jian's gaze swept over them, a slight tension and contraction simultaneously arose on their bodies.

Everyone's breathing rhythm changed subtly in that instant.

Yang Jian did not speak, nor did he linger.

He withdrew his gaze and walked past Flander.

His pace remained unhurried and steady as he walked towards the other end of the street.

As he passed by Tang San, his steps remained unchanged, and his gaze did not waver.

It was as if I hadn't seen anything.

His silhouette stretched longer and longer through the gaps in the afternoon sunlight and the crowd.

Then it blends into the brighter light at the street corner and disappears into the view of pedestrians and vehicles.

Flander stood there, watching the white figure disappear at the end of the street.

After several breaths, he slowly exhaled the breath he had been holding.

The breath was exhaled long and slowly, as if releasing something that had been pent up for a long time.

His shoulders slumped slightly, making him appear half an inch shorter.

Zhao Wuji loosened his arms from his chest, and the lines of his shoulders and back also relaxed a bit.

Like a taut string that has finally been released.

Chapter 237 Bibi Dong Returns as a God

Zhao Wuji glanced at Flander, and the two exchanged a weary look.

Tang San slowly raised his head.

The lingering emotions in his eyes still lingered, and his lips moved slightly.

It seemed like it wanted to say something, but ultimately no sound came out.

He stared at the direction where the figure disappeared for a long time, then lowered his head again.

Ma Hongjun stood up from the ground; his legs were a little numb from squatting for so long.

He stood against the wall for a while, then shook his numb ankle.

Oscar gazed thoughtfully at the direction the figure had disappeared, then took a bite of his pancake.

It chewed a couple of times and then stopped, as if it couldn't even taste the pancake anymore.

Dai Mubai straightened up from the wall.

His gaze remained vacant, staring ahead, his sunken eyes unfocused.

It's like looking at a pancake stall across the street that's been turned off, or like looking into the distance.

So far away that even he himself didn't know what he was looking at.

He lowered his arms, his fingers slowly clenching and unclenching at his sides.

Then he turned around and walked back the way he came without saying goodbye to anyone.

As Yang Jian walked down the street, the chance encounter had already faded from his memory.

Like a ripple on the surface of water that has completely subsided, restoring its original calm, leaving no trace of the disturbance.

He continued walking forward, his steps still composed.

Passing through crowds, through sunlight, through the fine afternoon dust of Tiandou City, and the drifting sounds of vendors' cries and horse-drawn carriages.

His direction gradually shifted towards the outside of the city, towards the direction of the Spirit Hall.

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