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

She was the number one ruler of the far north, with overwhelming combat power. When she joined forces with the Ice Emperor and the Ice Bear King, almost no one on the continent could stop her. Why would she not last ten breaths against a human?

The opponent didn't even use any soul skills or reveal their true form; they simply struck her casually, yet they still managed to injure her to this extent!

This level of strength completely overturned her understanding of the combat power in Douluo Continent.

Endless shock, disbelief, and despair instantly enveloped her mind.

Not far away, Hyotei was in a similarly dire situation.

Her petite body crashed heavily onto the ice, the emerald green poisonous ice around her shattered, and she was covered in blood.

Her soul was injured and her cultivation level plummeted. Extreme pain and despair swept over her entire body, causing her to convulse. She had no fighting spirit left and could only lie on the snow, trembling slightly.

The Ice Bear King met an even more tragic end.

Its massive body was directly crushed into the depths of the ice, countless bones and tendons were broken, its thick bear fur was soaked in blood, its breath was extremely weak, its eyes were closed, and it was on the verge of unconsciousness.

With a single move, two of the three top-tier ferocious beasts were severely injured, and one was on the verge of death.

The entire far northern ice field was completely silent, the wind and snow had stopped, and the cold was still.

Yang Jian stood in mid-air, his posture still calm and composed, looking down at the three disheveled figures below. His voice was calm and cold, resounding throughout the heavens and earth: "I have not come here today for slaughter."

"I will give you one chance to live. From this day forward, all soul beasts in the far north shall obey my commands. They shall not leave the territory without permission, nor invade human cities or slaughter human soul masters. Those who abide by the rules will live in peace. Those who dare to disobey will be annihilated."

The blunt words carried absolute control, leaving no room for negotiation.

With great difficulty, Xue Di supported her broken body, slowly raised her head, and her cold eyes were filled with sorrow and helplessness.

She knew perfectly well that she would never have another chance to avenge Atai in this lifetime. The strength of the humans before her was an insurmountable chasm she could never cross.

If they insist on resisting, it will only lead to the complete annihilation of the far northern soul beasts and the extinction of their lineage.

All the resentment and indignation could only turn into helpless compromise.

The Snow Emperor slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, all the hatred and arrogance in her eyes had vanished, leaving only a deathly coldness. She nodded slightly, acknowledging all the rules.

Hyotei was still full of resentment and unwilling to accept defeat, but the excruciating pain in her body and the threat of death made her finally realize the reality.

Faced with overwhelming power, all stubbornness and resentment are futile and will only lead to self-destruction. She gritted her teeth, her body trembling slightly, and silently chose to submit, offering no further resistance.

Seeing that the two had completely submitted, a hint of satisfaction flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. Without saying anything more, he transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the far north, far away.

Only when the suffocating sense of oppression completely dissipated did Xue Di slowly loosen her clenched fists, her fingertips digging deep into her palms, drawing blood.

She looked up at the horizon where Yang Jian had disappeared, her beautiful, aloof face filled with endless sorrow and loneliness.

She is the unchanging ruler of the far north, ruling over thousands of miles of ice, commanding countless ice beasts, and traversing the continent for endless years. She has always been high above, looking down on all living beings.

But today, she couldn't even last ten breaths against a human, forced to submit in humiliation and be controlled by him. This sense of loss and powerlessness was deeply rooted in her heart, leaving her with nowhere to vent her sorrow.

……

Leaving the far north, Yang Jian sped all the way back to the Spirit Hall's Papal Palace in the blink of an eye, landing steadily.

Stepping onto the familiar palace terrace, feeling the gentle and peaceful atmosphere around him, Yang Jian's thoughts raced, recalling a long-standing matter that was eagerly awaited.

He married Qian Renxue.

This was a promise he had made himself.

With his current status and power, he has the entire Douluo Continent under his control, and can choose to do whatever he wants with everything.

Even if they directly renege on the contract, no one dares to question them or force them to comply.

However, Yang Jian was always a man of his word, keeping his promises and always doing what he said.

Since he had personally agreed, there was no need for him to go back on his word. The marriage was of no consequence to him; it would not harm his cultivation or affect his power. It was merely fulfilling a contract.

The only one to worry about is Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing was the first person he stayed with, and the two had deep feelings for each other and understood each other perfectly.

Even though the world knows that it is common for the powerful and wealthy to be accompanied by beautiful women, marrying someone else suddenly is still a grievance for Zhu Zhuqing.

He knew that Zhu Zhuqing was aloof and reserved, with a delicate and sensitive mind. She seemed indifferent and distant, but in reality, she was loyal and devoted to her friends.

This matter will surely cause her resentment and sadness.

But now he is in a detached state of mind, having long since shed the entanglements of ordinary romantic love. He is unable to empathize with joys and sorrows, nor will he deliberately soothe or coax him in any way.

All he asks for is to stay true to himself and keep his promises; as long as he is at peace with himself, he can accept right and wrong, gain and loss.

Yang Jian took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and made up his mind.

Tomorrow, I will personally go to Tiandou City and tell Zhu Zhuqing everything.

Whether she can understand or let go depends on her own heart; he will not force her or give in.

……

The next day, as dawn broke and the sky began to brighten.

The early morning mist had not yet dissipated, the sky was hazy, a cool breeze swept across the earth, and all things were still. The entire Tiandou City was still asleep, the streets were empty and deserted, and the bustling city life had not yet awakened.

Yang Jian set off early, speeding along the way, and silently entered Tiandou City, returning to the small courtyard where he used to live.

It was still early, and the courtyard was quiet. His brother and sister were still fast asleep, breathing evenly.

Yang Jian moved with light, silent steps, not wanting to break the morning's tranquility or disturb his family's sleep. He moved subtly, like a ghost, across the courtyard, silently pushing open the door and entering the house.

The room was bathed in soft morning light, quiet and gentle.

Zhu Qing was curled up on the bed, fast asleep. Her plain, form-fitting long dress accentuated her slender and graceful figure. Her long hair was scattered on the pillow, her skin was fair and radiant, and her eyes were serene and gentle.

Her long eyelashes fell naturally, her quiet and beautiful appearance resembling a tranquil and peaceful painting of time.

Chapter 252 That's all

Perhaps because Yang Jian's scent was etched into her very being, Zhu Zhuqing's senses remained exceptionally sharp even in her deep sleep.

She noticed Yang Jian the moment he stepped into the room.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly as Zhu Zhuqing slowly opened her clear, bright eyes, her sleepy gaze carrying a hint of languid languor.

Her gaze fell upon the tall and upright Yang Jian, and a bright light instantly shone in her eyes, like stars breaking at dawn, illuminating the entire quiet room.

Most of her sleepiness vanished instantly, and Zhu Zhuqing's eyebrows curved into a gentle, sweet smile. She lazily propped herself up on the covers and slowly got up, taking light steps forward. She stretched out her arms and gently wrapped them around Yang Jian's waist, pressing her cheek softly against his clothes.

Her voice was soft and gentle, with a husky quality from just waking up and a tender dependence: "What brings you to see me today?"

Gentle words lingered in my ears, filled with longing and affection.

Zhu Zhuqing harbored complex and unspeakable emotions deep in her heart.

She knew perfectly well that Yang Jian was no longer the reclusive young man she used to spend every day with. He held the highest position in the Spirit Hall, wielding supreme power over the continent, and was busy with countless affairs of state. He was destined not to be by her side at all times, and was destined to look down upon the world and govern all living beings.

She understood this principle perfectly.

Even with rationality and clarity, one cannot ultimately resist the lingering emotions.

The daily solitude and long wait fostered a subtle sense of grievance and loneliness in her heart.

However, she was always aloof and reserved, used to hiding her feelings, and never complained or acted coquettishly, unwilling to add any burden to Yang Jian.

She embraced him quietly, savoring this rare sense of peace and warmth, her heart filled with a bittersweet feeling.

Yang Jian let her embrace him gently, his body upright, his expression calm and undisturbed, without any unnecessary tenderness or deliberate comfort. He got straight to the point, stating his purpose directly, his tone calm and composed, without any ripples.

"Zhu Qing, I have come here today to tell you something. Soon, I will marry Qian Renxue, who is from the Spirit Hall and whom you have never met."

The words were simple, straightforward, and without any concealment or preamble.

The moment the words left her lips, the slender arms wrapped around Yang Jian's waist suddenly stiffened.

Zhu Zhuqing froze on the spot, her heart felt as if it had been suddenly clenched, a sour feeling spreading throughout her body, and her tender and affectionate mood instantly sank into a chill.

She didn't cry, didn't question, and didn't even look up. She remained quietly leaning against his clothes, saying nothing.

In fact, she had already anticipated this situation.

Yang Jian was too dazzling, like the radiant sun in the sky, destined not to stay for just one person, and not to remain devoted to one person for life.

From the moment she fell deeply in love with him, she saw through everything and was already mentally prepared for everything.

As expected and as calm as I was, when this moment truly arrived, my heart was still filled with an indescribable bitterness and frustration.

She was the first person to accompany him through thick and thin, but in the end, a complete stranger took his place.

This sense of loss and grievance is like fine, sharp thorns piercing my heart; it's not intense, but it lingers with a bitter, persistent feeling that I can't shake off.

But in the end, she said nothing and revealed nothing.

She suppressed all the bitterness and resentment in her heart, put away all the loneliness and grievances, and still quietly embraced him, her expression calm, without revealing the slightest negative emotion.

She didn't want to put Yang Jian in a difficult position because of her selfishness, nor did she want to trouble him with her overflowing emotions, and she certainly didn't want to become an obstacle or burden on his path to the top.

Yang Jian clearly sensed the stiffness of the body in her arms and vaguely sensed the sadness and bitterness hidden in her heart.

But he still did not offer any comforting or gentle guidance.

Now, his mindset has long since transcended ordinary romantic entanglements, and he is no longer able to empathize with the joys and sorrows of love and separation.

The only things he held fast to were his principles and his promises.

A promise made will be kept, nothing more.

……

At dawn the next day, as the first rays of sunlight appeared, the pale golden light pierced through the layers of glazed tiles of the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace, dispelling the lingering cool mist of the night, and the entire imperial city slowly awoke from its slumber.

In a secluded courtyard outside the imperial city, a tall and slender figure suddenly opened his eyes.

Yang Jian stood on the bluestone of the courtyard. His simple, plain-colored outfit made his figure appear even more upright and outstanding. His black hair was casually tied behind his head. His eyebrows and eyes were clear and indifferent. There was no trace of the languor of someone just waking up in his deep eyes. Instead, there was only the composure and ruthlessness that had been tempered by countless battles.

His aura was so restrained that even if ordinary soul masters stood close to him, they could not sense the slightest fluctuation of his soul power, making him seem like an ordinary mortal. However, only those who had truly witnessed his strength knew that beneath this seemingly ordinary body lay a terrifying power capable of crushing the entire Douluo Continent.

After a night of rest and recuperation, the surging soul power within him became more refined, his meridians widened several times over, and his spirit became more stable.

For him now, seclusion and cultivation no longer require adherence to any particular form. He breathes in and out day and night, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at will, subtly strengthening his foundation every moment.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the majestic and magnificent palace, his thin lips slightly pursed, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

The thoughts I made up my mind last night will be settled today.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Jian lightly touched the ground with both feet, and his figure instantly soared into the air. He did not activate any soul power phantoms, nor did he use any dazzling soul skills. He simply relied on the strength of his physical body to take off, his figure as light as a swan, quietly merging into the thin morning mist on the horizon.