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

“It’s not the right time yet.” Yang Jian turned around and continued walking forward. “Don’t worry, I will keep my promise. If you don’t believe me, you can leave now.”

In fact, Yang Jian is currently unsure how to make Zhu Zhuqing stronger.

The best way would naturally be to teach Zhu Zhuqing the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, but that's not realistic, as his relationship with Zhu Zhuqing hasn't reached that level yet.

However, perhaps we can create another martial art based on the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

This still needs to be tested.

Besides that, there is another way.

The task is to go to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye, find the Narcissus Jade Bone that Zhu Zhuqing consumed in the original novel, and give it to Zhu Zhuqing to consume.

We'll see when the time comes, no rush.

"..."

Zhu Zhuqing stood there, watching Yang Jian's retreating figure, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

leave?

Where can she go now?

Shrek can't go back.

The same applies to the Star Luo Empire.

Now, he has no choice but to continue following Yang Jian.

"I believe you."

Zhu Zhuqing followed, her voice very soft.

Yang Jian didn't turn around, but the smile on his lips deepened slightly.

Zhu Zhuqing walked behind him, her gaze falling on his broad shoulders. She seemed to be thinking of something, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Perhaps, things would be different if I truly became his woman.

……

After entering the Star Dou Great Forest, Yang Jian felt as if he were taking a stroll.

Take your time, moving at your own pace.

He even had the leisure to hunt a soft-boned rabbit, then skinned and gutted it by the stream, and roasted it over a fire.

Zhu Zhuqing sat on a rock nearby, her mind filled with doubt.

Yang Jian had been in the Star Dou Great Forest for a while now, and during that time, he hadn't looked for any soul beasts at all.

She felt that Yang Jian didn't seem to be there to hunt for spirit rings, but rather to be there for tourism.

"All right."

Yang Jian handed her the roasted soft-boned rabbit.

Zhu Zhuqing took it and took a bite.

The meat is tender, juicy, and has a subtle sweetness.

delicious.

Yang Jian also took a bite of the soft-boned rabbit in his hand, and sighed inwardly, it was a pity that there was no seasoning like in his previous life, otherwise it would have been even more delicious.

After finishing the soft-boned rabbit, Yang Jian casually drank a few mouthfuls of stream water and continued on his way with Zhu Zhuqing.

Not long after they started walking, they heard a rustling sound ahead.

A giant snake darted out of the bushes.

Its body is as thick as a bucket and over three meters long, covered in emerald green scales, and has a bright red, rooster-like comb on its head.

Seemingly being chased, it fled in a panic, running right into Yang Jian.

A thousand-year-old crested serpent with a phoenix tail.

Yang Jian's eyes lit up immediately.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be Oscar's third spirit ring.

What else is there to say?

He stepped forward and punched the crested serpent in its vital spot.

"boom!"

The giant snake's body stiffened abruptly, then collapsed limply to the ground, too exhausted to even struggle.

Yang Jian clapped his hands, stood still, and waited quietly.

really.

Soon, two people rushed out of the woods.

Leading the charge was an old woman with a head full of silver hair that was neatly combed. Her face was covered with wrinkles, but her eyes were exceptionally sharp.

She wore a dark robe and held a snake bone cane, exuding a chilling aura.

Leading the charge was a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pretty face and a touch of spoiled arrogance in her eyes.

She wore a light blue dress with a silver belt around her waist. As she ran, the hem of her dress swayed gently, giving her a graceful and lively appearance.

Snake Granny, Meng Yiran.

Yang Jian easily guessed the identities of the two people.

Snake Granny approached and narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at the dying Phoenix-tailed Crested Snake lying at Yang Jian's feet.

“Young friend.” Her voice was slightly hoarse. “This Phoenix-tailed Crested Serpent is a soul beast that my granddaughter has her eye on. I just beat it to a pulp and chased it all the way here.”

She didn't say it explicitly, but the meaning was quite clear.

They wanted Yang Jian to leave behind this crested snake with a phoenix tail.

"I desperately need this spirit ring, could you...?"

At this moment, Meng Yiran also spoke up.

Her voice was much gentler than that of the Snake Woman.

In fact, given her original personality, she would never have been so amiable; she would have been bossy and ordered Yang Jian to get lost.

However, seeing Yang Jian's unbelievably handsome appearance, she subconsciously restrained her temper.

Yang Jian nodded slightly: "Then come over and kill it to absorb its soul ring."

He never intended to possess the crested snake.

The thousand-year soul ring was useless to him, so he might as well give it to Meng Yiran as a favor.

After six years of development.

He has grown from a child with little ambition.

He became a young man with ideals.

He did not want to see the future of Douluo Continent turned into chaos by Bibi Dong.

Therefore, it is essential to gain more power and cultivate good relations with certain forces.

Although the families of Dragon Lord and Snake Lady are not considered particularly powerful, if the two of them were to use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, they could barely be considered to have the combat power of a Title Douluo.

They are worth courting.

Chapter 57 A lone man and woman in the wilderness

Afterwards, Meng Yiran expressed her gratitude twice, then immediately took out a dagger and stabbed it into the eye of the Phoenix-tailed Crested Serpent. She then sat on the ground and began to absorb the soul ring. The whole process went smoothly.

Yang Jian stood aside, watching with a bored expression.

The snake woman stood guard not far away, vigilantly observing her surroundings.

"Yang Jian".

After a while, the Snake Granny walked over, leaning on her cane. Her gaze lingered on Yang Jian for a moment before she suddenly asked, "Young friend, you don't look like an ordinary person. Which faction are you from?"

Yang Jian did not hide anything: "The Spirit Hall."

Upon hearing this, the snake woman's pupils contracted slightly.

She took another look at Yang Jian, her soul power sensing subtly probing out.

They discovered that the other party's cultivation level had actually reached level fifty!

Her expression became subtle. This young man looked to be about the same age as Yiran, yet he had already reached level fifty. When did the Spirit Hall produce such a prodigy?

"This old woman was blind to your greatness." The Snake Granny's attitude became a bit more polite. "So you're a genius from the Spirit Hall."

No sooner had the words been spoken than a powerful voice came from the woods.

"Did you catch him?"

Then a burly old man strode out, his white hair standing up like steel needles, his square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, exuding an aura of authority without anger.

He was carrying a heavy iron staff with a dragon head.

Long Gong, from the Shu Kingdom.

The snake woman briefly recounted what had just happened.

After listening, Long Gong looked at Yang Jian, clasped his hands and said, "Young friend, you are very righteous. This Phoenix-tailed Crested Snake is our prey that we have been chasing for several days. If you take it from us, I will have nothing to say."

"Give it to me, and I'll remember your kindness."

Yang Jian waved his hand, his tone indifferent: "It was nothing, not worth mentioning."

He paused, his gaze sweeping between Dragon Lord and Snake Granny, before asking, "Seniors, would you be interested in bringing your clansmen to join the Spirit Hall?"

The Dragon King and the Snake Queen exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

I didn't expect Yang Jian to be so direct.

"I appreciate your kindness, young friend," said Lord Long, shaking his head. "We old folks are used to being carefree and can't stand being restrained."

Yang Jian understood.