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

Ning Rongrong looked puzzled, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Xiao Wu and Yang Jian, lost in thought.

Of the Shrek Seven Devils, there are only three girls, and now they've all gone to Yang Jian's side.

The key point is that Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu are not much worse looking than herself, and in some aspects they are even more outstanding.

That's really true...

She didn't know how to describe how she felt.

……

After leaving Xingdou Town, Yang Jian led the three girls westward.

After a month of travel, they arrived in Nottingham.

Nottingham is not a large town, but it is much more prosperous than the average town.

The streets were bustling with people, and the cries of vendors rose and fell.

Yang Jian found a hotel, booked a room, and ruthlessly left Ning Rongrong behind.

"Where are you going?" Ning Rongrong asked.

"I'm going out for a bit." Yang Jian turned and left with Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu, not giving Ning Rongrong a second glance, as if she were nothing.

Ning Rongrong stood at the hotel entrance, watching the three figures disappear at the end of the street, and stomped her feet in anger.

They didn't even take me with them again!

Over the past month, she has tried more than once to build a good relationship with Yang Jian, or rather, to show off her abilities.

But from beginning to end, Yang Jian's attitude towards her was lukewarm, which made her doubt her own charm.

Given her previous temperament, she would have stopped serving me long ago.

However, the more this happened, the more it fueled her competitive spirit.

She insisted on following Yang Jian!

"Hmph, I refuse to believe that you'll remain unmoved even if I follow you around all this time."

Ning Rongrong suppressed her anger and snorted coldly.

……

Yang Jian left Notting City, inquired about the location of Holy Soul Village, and then strode towards his destination.

His pace was leisurely, as if he were taking a stroll.

Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu followed behind him, each with their own thoughts.

Zhu Zhuqing sighed inwardly.

Over the past month, she had tried countless times to become Yang Jian's real woman, but each time she failed because Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were with her.

Xiao Wu, however, remained immersed in grief.

The memory of Erming's tragic death tormented her.

I also miss Tang San very much.

I wonder how Tang San is doing now.

She felt lost about her future, unsure of what Yang Jian would do to her.

……

Holy Soul Village.

The village is small, nestled in a picturesque valley.

Based on the information in his memory, Yang Jian used his mental power to search the cave where the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone was stored.

He found it very quickly.

Behind the village, on a secluded rock face, lies a cave.

Yang Jian led Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu through a bamboo forest to the entrance of the cave.

The area boasts beautiful mountains and clear waters, swaying bamboo groves, and babbling brooks, resembling a paradise on earth.

"You all stay here," Yang Jian casually instructed.

He glanced at Xiao Wu and added, "Don't even think about running away, or you know what will happen."

Xiao Wu was terrified and nodded repeatedly, "I won't run away."

Yang Jian smiled and turned to walk into the cave.

The cave was dark and damp, with a musty smell permeating the air.

Water droplets on the cave walls gleamed faintly in the darkness, and the ground beneath our feet was slippery and difficult to traverse.

Yang Jian had only walked a few steps when he saw a Blue Silver Grass.

No, it should be called the Blue Silver Emperor.

It grows in the crevices of the cave wall, its leaves gleaming with a faint golden luster.

This is what Ah Yin left behind after her sacrifice; only a wisp of her soul remains attached to it.

Yang Jian stared at the Blue Silver Emperor and shook his head.

The Blue Silver Emperor possesses life attributes, yet Tang Hao planted it in this dark and damp place.

I really don't know if that guy wants Ah Yin to recover, or not.

He withdrew his gaze, unleashed his mental power, and scanned the entire cave.

They quickly located the position of Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone.

It's right under my feet.

Yang Jian squatted down and dug into the soil beneath his feet.

Not long after.

His hand touched a wooden box.

He took out the wooden box, blew off the dirt, and opened it.

The Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone lay quietly in the box, its entire body a deep blue, radiating a soft blue light.

Flight capability, got it!

Yang Jian sat cross-legged and placed the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone directly on his knee, beginning to absorb it.

A deep blue light surged from the soul bone, enveloping his body.

Gentle energy seeped into his right leg like a trickle, spreading throughout his body along his meridians.

Yang Jian closed his eyes, feeling the warm energy flowing through his body, merging with his flesh, bones, and meridians.

Soul power is increasing.

Level 55... Level 56... Level 57.

Two levels of improvement, not much, but definitely not insignificant either.

Information about the two Soul Bone Skills then appeared in his mind.

Spring breeze blows and it grows again, flying.

Like spring breezes bringing new life, its powerful healing abilities allow for rapid recovery from any injury except fatal ones.

But for Yang Jian, this skill was somewhat useless.

Having cultivated the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, his recovery ability was already considered heaven-defying.

Flying was what he truly wanted.

Although the Celestial Hound can fly, and he could ride on its back to fly, that would be too uncool.

Flying on your own is the attitude of a true strong person.

Yang Jian opened his eyes, stood up, and a thought flashed through his mind.

His body slowly floated up, his feet off the ground, hovering in mid-air.

The feeling of weightlessness made him sway slightly, but he quickly regained his balance.

He adjusted his posture, and then shot out of the cave like an arrow.

"Whoosh-"

A blur flashed by, and Yang Jian was already flying into the air.

At the cave entrance, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu simultaneously looked up at the figure in the sky, dumbfounded.

Yang Jianfei flew in the sky, his robes fluttering in the wind and his long hair flying.

He opened his arms, feeling the wind flowing through his fingers, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

flight.

This feels so good.

He circled in the air several times, sometimes diving, sometimes climbing, his movements becoming more and more skillful.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the bamboo forest, stream, and rocks below seemed to rush past me.

Zhu Zhuqing's mouth opened slightly, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She looked at Yang Jian in the sky, her mind blank.

Flying is an ability possessed only by Title Douluo.

Yang Jianming is clearly only a Soul King, so why can he fly?

Zhu Zhuqing couldn't understand it.

"hiss!"

Xiao Wu was equally shocked.

She looked up at Yang Jian in the sky, her pupils slightly contracting.

She has lived for tens of thousands of years and seen countless powerful figures, but she has never seen a Soul King who can fly.