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

Unless... Yang Jian broke through to the Title Douluo level in such a short period of time?

No, it's impossible.

Xiao Wu shook her head, quickly banishing the absurd thought from her mind.

But if he's not a Title Douluo, then what is he?

Her gaze fell on Yang Jian, and countless guesses flashed through her mind.

Chapter 63 Zhu Zhuqing Breaks into the Door in the Middle of the Night

Yang Jian flew around the cave a few times to get used to the feeling of flying before landing.

He stood at the cave entrance, glanced back at the dark and damp cave, thought for a moment, and then went inside.

The Blue Silver Emperor still grows in the crevices of the cave wall, its leaves shimmering with a faint golden luster.

Yang Jian walked over, bent down, and uprooted it completely.

The roots were pulled out from the cracks in the rocks, bringing with them a cloud of gravel and soil.

The leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor trembled slightly, as if struggling or sighing.

Yang Jian ignored him and walked out of the cave with the Blue Silver Emperor in his hand.

Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu remained in their original positions.

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze fell on the Blue Silver Emperor in his hand, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

Xiao Wu's pupils contracted slightly; for some reason, she felt as if she had seen it somewhere before.

Yang Jian looked up at the empty space and called out, "Uncle Yue."

Soon, a figure fell silently from the treetop.

Yue Guan, dressed in a purple robe, wore her usual smile on her alluring face, but her smile faltered when her gaze fell upon the Blue Silver Emperor in Yang Jian's hand.

Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu were both stunned.

They were completely unaware that there were other people nearby.

Zhu Zhuqing subconsciously took half a step back, looking at Yue Guan warily.

Xiao Wu reacted even more strongly; her body trembled slightly and her face turned pale.

She could sense that the person who suddenly appeared was a Title Douluo.

Moreover, the scent felt familiar to her.

She remembered that day long ago when her mother was murdered, and this person seemed to be there too.

Fear rose from the bottom of her heart, and she lowered her head, not daring to meet Yue Guan's gaze.

Yue Guan glanced at Xiao Wu without saying a word, then quickly looked away at Yang Jian.

"Xiao Jian, is there something you need?"

Yang Jian handed over the Blue Silver Emperor in his hand: "This is the Blue Silver Emperor. Please help Uncle Yue take it back and find a place to plant it."

Yue Guan was slightly taken aback before accepting the Blue Silver Emperor, which shimmered with golden light.

He examined it for a moment, recalling the battle twelve years ago, and exclaimed, "So this is the Blue Silver Emperor who took human form back then, and he has actually turned into this."

He carefully put away the Blue Silver Emperor without asking Yang Jian how he found it or why Yang Jian could fly just now.

In the past month, Yang Jian has revealed too many secrets, so many that he's too lazy to ask any more questions.

He nodded and turned to leave.

"Uncle Yue."

Yang Jian's voice came from behind.

Yue Guan stopped and turned to look at him.

"I hope you won't tell the teacher what happened during this time." Yang Jian paused. "Also, don't cause trouble for Yan. I'll take care of it myself."

Yue Guan fell into deep thought.

In the past, he would never have agreed to such a thing.

Concealing information from the Pope is a capital offense.

But now that he has witnessed Yang Jian's prowess, a certain idea in his mind is gradually growing stronger.

Perhaps the future of the Spirit Hall should not be handed over to Bibi Dong.

He finally nodded: "Okay."

Then he turned and disappeared, as if he had never been there.

Zhu Zhuqing stared in the direction where Yue Guan had disappeared, still reeling from the shock.

She looked at Yang Jian, wanting to ask something, but seeing his calm face, she swallowed her words.

Yang Jian offered no explanation and strode down the mountain.

Zhu Zhuqing followed, while Xiao Wu walked at the very back, head down, lost in thought.

……

As Yang Jian walked, he mentally planned his next destination.

The eye of ice and fire.

There are immortal herbs there, there is Dugu Bo, and there are things he needs.

According to the original text, countless rare and precious materials grow in the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, many of which can directly enhance soul power.

If I can get my hands on it, breaking through level 60 won't be a problem.

But what happens after you break through level 60?

What spirit beast should I choose for my sixth spirit ring?

He has already killed the 100,000-year-old Titan Ape, and there probably won't be another one like it on the continent.

Perhaps the only option is the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear.

Moreover, it must be a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear that is over 100,000 years old.

The Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear clan is protected by the Bear King.

He was naturally not afraid of Xiong Jun; in a one-on-one fight, he could beat that guy to a pulp.

But the key point is that Xiong Jun is not the only ferocious beast.

If those ferocious beasts, who have existed for hundreds of thousands of years, were to get involved, or even alarm the Silver Dragon King, things would become troublesome.

Yang Jian shook his head, deciding to take it one step at a time.

Anyway, let's go to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well first.

We'll talk about other things later.

……

It was already evening when we returned to Nottingham.

Yang Jian booked a room at the hotel, quickly washed up, and lay down on the bed.

For the past month, I've been traveling every day. Although I'm not physically tired, I'm still mentally exhausted.

He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

As night deepened, the hotel quieted down.

A few footsteps occasionally echoed in the corridor before gradually fading away.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Jian's ears twitched slightly.

The footsteps were very light, heading towards his room.

He opened his eyes, but didn't move, remaining in his sleeping position.

The footsteps stopped at the door, followed by a faint sound.

Someone is trying to break into the door.

A cold glint flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.

He quietly released his mental energy, and the scene outside the door appeared clearly in his mind.

Zhu Zhuqing.

She was wearing a black bodysuit, her hair was loose, and she was carefully fiddling with the door lock, holding a thin wire in her hand.

Her movements weren't particularly skillful, but they weren't clumsy either; she must have done this kind of thing quite a lot before.

Yang Jian frowned slightly.

What was Zhu Zhuqing planning to do by breaking into his door in the middle of the night?

He didn't move, pretending to still be asleep, wanting to see Zhu Zhuqing's intentions.

The door lock made a slight click, and the door opened.

Zhu Zhuqing quietly pushed open the door, squeezed in sideways, and then gently closed the door.

She stood at the doorway, not moving forward immediately, seemingly adjusting to the darkness of the room.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, spreading a patch of silvery-white light across the ground.

Zhu Zhuqing tiptoed past the moonlight, walked to the bedside, lowered her head, and looked at Yang Jian, who was sleeping on the bed.

She just stood there, motionless.

Yang Jian closed his eyes, his breathing steady, but his heart was full of doubts.

What exactly is this girl trying to do?

Time passed by, second by second.

Zhu Zhuqing stood by the bed, hesitating for a long time.

She raised her hand, then lowered it, then raised it again, then lowered it again.