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

He nodded. "That's possible, but I probably won't be staying here for long. You'd better hurry."

"Mm," Zhu Zhuqing responded softly, then turned and continued walking forward.

We arrived at the dormitory area quickly.

A row of low bungalows, with peeling paint and tattered paper windows that rattle in the wind.

The door frame was crooked, and some door panels couldn't even be closed properly, requiring ropes to secure them.

"We've arrived." Zhu Zhuqing stopped, her voice cool. "You can choose an empty room to stay in. I'm going to rest now."

After saying that, she quickly walked into the dormitory and disappeared into the darkness.

Yang Jian watched her retreating figure, then looked away and went into the dormitory.

He randomly picked an empty room and went in.

The furnishings inside were shockingly rudimentary, consisting of only a wooden bed, two stools, and a table. The window couldn't be closed, and the wind blew in from outside, causing dust to fly everywhere on the table.

Yang Jian didn't have any particular feelings.

When he was a child, the stone house he lived in in Huangyu Village was even worse than this.

The house was drafty on all sides, and the roof leaked when it rained. The three siblings squeezed onto one bed, and it was difficult for them to even turn over.

He closed the door, sat on the bed, and began to circulate the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

Time passed by, second by second.

As night deepened, the distant noise gradually subsided.

Footsteps echoed, indicating that Tang San and his companions had returned.

Yang Jian closed his eyes, focused his mind on his body, and let his soul power flow slowly through his meridians.

Around one o'clock in the morning, his brow suddenly twitched slightly.

Someone was standing at his door.

It wasn't one person, it was two people.

Yang Jian unleashed his mental power, and the situation outside the door was clearly presented in his mind.

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun.

The two men, their faces still flushed with anger, stood hesitantly at the door, wanting to come in but not daring to.

Yang Jian smiled.

He finished his cultivation and slowly got out of bed.

……

Outside.

Ma Hongjun rubbed his still throbbing buttocks, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

He lowered his voice, his fat trembling with tension.

"Boss Dai, this kid is a level 50 Soul King. Tang San said it before, how could the two of us possibly beat him?"

"Let's go back to sleep. We can take our revenge another time."

Dai Mubai's expression turned even uglier.

He knew, of course, that he couldn't win.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be standing here dumbfounded.

But I was just so angry.

In the afternoon, I was punched and sent flying, dislocating my arm and losing face in front of my underlings.

If this grudge isn't avenged...

How will he ever be able to work at Shrek Academy again?

He clutched his still-aching arm and quietly pulled a bamboo tube from his pocket.

"This is poisonous smoke that Xiao San secretly gave me." Dai Mubai lowered his voice, a ruthless glint in his eyes, and said, "He said that anyone below the Soul King level who inhales it will surely die."

"Although Yang Jian is a Soul King, he hasn't acquired his fifth Soul Ring yet. Even if we can't kill him, we should be able to make him suffer a bit!"

Ma Hongjun's eyes lit up, and his fear vanished almost entirely. He rubbed his hands together.

"You should have said so earlier! Hurry, hurry, put the poisonous smoke in!"

Dai Mubai handed the bamboo tube to Ma Hongjun.

"Come on, I'll go back to my room and wait for your good news."

Ma Hongjun took the bamboo tube, his hands trembling slightly.

Seeing his hesitation, Dai Mubai immediately threw out the bait.

"Didn't you always like those twins? As long as you do this well, I'll spend money to bring them here tomorrow. I'll use some tricks, and you can do whatever you want."

Ma Hongjun swallowed hard, his appetite completely whetted.

He had been eyeing those twins for a long time, but due to his lack of money and their appearance not conforming to mainstream aesthetics, he had never been able to fulfill his wish.

Now there is an opportunity to fulfill one's wish.

He really has a hard time refusing the fatty meat that's already in his mouth.

"Boss Dai, you must keep your promise." Ma Hongjun gripped the bamboo tube tightly, recalling the twins' appearance and physique, a resolute glint in his eyes. "I'll do it!"

"A gentleman's word is as good as his bond." Dai Mubai patted his shoulder and nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he turned around and prepared to go back to his room.

At this very moment...

"Squeak."

The door was pushed open.

Yang Jian stood at the door, the moonlight shining on him, casting a long shadow.

A faint smile played on his lips as his gaze fell on the bamboo tube in Ma Hongjun's hand.

"Looks like you haven't had enough of being taught a lesson yet."

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were terrified.

Looking at Yang Jian's exceptionally cold face in the moonlight, the memory of being beaten that afternoon surged back like a tidal wave, and fear shot from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

Dai Mubai reacted the fastest.

"Release the poison gas!"

He roared, but took several steps back.

Ma Hongjun nodded tremblingly, opened the bamboo tube, and frantically swung it at Yang Jian.

Green smoke drifted out of the bamboo tube, spreading through the air with a pungent odor.

Yang Jian remained motionless.

He didn't even back away or cover his nose, letting the toxic fumes hit him in the face.

He even took a puff.

Upon seeing this, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun showed expressions of joy.

This guy is really stupid to dare to inhale poisonous fumes.

He'll be crippled or dead soon, let's see how arrogant he can be then!

however……

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Yang Jian remained standing in the same spot, his expression normal and his breathing steady, showing no signs of poisoning whatsoever.

He even yawned.

"That's it?"

Yang Jian shook his head, his eyes filled with disappointment.

He had originally wanted to test just how potent the poisonous smoke Tang San had created was.

Is that all?

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

Having cultivated the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he is now immune to all poisons.

The poison Tang San created was no different from air to him.

Chapter 52 Dai Mubai: Help!

Ma Hongjun was terrified.

His legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground; his voice was trembling.

"Yang...Yang Jian...we were just kidding...really, just kidding with you...please don't take it seriously..."

"Oh?" Yang Jian raised an eyebrow. "A joke?"

He lifted his foot.

Before Ma Hongjun could react, the kick had already landed on his lower body.

"boom!"

Ma Hongjun flew out like a cannonball, crashing through the wooden wall behind him.

The entire dormitory building began to shake, dust fell in clumps, and cracks spread across the walls like a spider web.

Ma Hongjun fell heavily to the ground, clutching his lower body, his face deathly pale.