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

"What is it?" Ning Rongrong asked.

“I don’t think I ever said that I would agree if you wanted to switch places with them.”

Ning Rongrong's face turned bright red, and she stomped her feet in anger.

But because her feet were dangling in mid-air, she stomped on nothing.

This made Ning Rongrong feel embarrassed and annoyed.

He yelled at the top of his lungs, "You bastard! I'm not going to the Spirit Hall! Take me back right now!"

"Otherwise, Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone won't let you off!"

"They are Title Douluos!"

Hearing these words, Yang Jian just found it funny.

Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa, those two guys are nothing, one dead and one crippled.

But it's best not to let Ning Rongrong know about this for now.

Because you will lose a lot of fun.

He chose to ignore Ning Rongrong, increased his speed, and flew towards the Spirit Hall.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the mountains and rivers below rushed past.

A cold glint flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.

First, go to the Spirit Hall and give the immortal herb in your hand to Yue Guan and Hu Liena.

Then it was time to deal with Yan.

He hadn't forgotten that it was because Yan had tipped him off that Chen Xin and Gu Rong had come to ambush him.

If it weren't for his exceptional strength, he would probably be dead by now.

This debt must be settled!

Chapter 70 The Fear of the Flame

Yang Jian led the three people and flew for less than half an hour before Wuhun City came into view.

From the air, the entire city is hexagonal, with towering walls. In the very center of each wall stands a huge statue, carved with the most outstanding Title Douluo of the Spirit Hall throughout history.

In the very center of the city stands a magnificent palace complex, with the Papal Palace, Elder Palace, and Hall of Worship arranged in a row, creating an imposing and grand scene.

Flights are prohibited over Wuhun City.

That's the rule.

Just as Yang Jian approached the city wall, a figure shot up into the sky from it.

A pair of fiery wings sprouted from the back of the man, and his whole body was engulfed in crimson flames. The wingspan was a full two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

He flew to Yang Jian and was about to reprimand him when his gaze fell on Yang Jian, and he froze.

This boy has no wings, yet he can float in mid-air.

The absence of wings suggests that the individual likely does not possess a common flying-type martial soul, making them possibly a Title Douluo.

The guard's eyes instantly turned respectful.

He glanced at the two girls in Yang Jian's arms, then at the other girl sandwiched between Yang Jian's legs, and his lips twitched slightly.

He may have been envious, but he dared not say anything more.

"Your Majesty," the guard bowed respectfully, "flying is prohibited over Wuhun City. Please don't make things difficult for me. Could you please disembark and enter the city through the proper procedures?"

Without saying a word, Yang Jian took out a token from his pocket and casually tossed it over.

The guard caught the token, looked down, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Elder's Decree.

The Elder's Token of the Spirit Hall can only be held by experts at the Title Douluo level.

He carefully examined the material and patterns of the token and confirmed that it was not fake.

Despite serving in Wuhun City for so many years, he had never seen this elder before.

"Your Majesty, please do so."

The guard handed the token back with both hands, stepped back two steps, and made way for the guard.

He thought to himself that since he had seen the elder's order before he was allowed to go, he would have an excuse if something went wrong, and he shouldn't be laid off.

Yang Jian put away the token and flew into Wuhun City.

The Spirit Hall stands in the very center of the city, its iconic golden dome gleaming in the sunlight.

Yang Jian determined the direction and flew towards his small courtyard.

He lived in the Spirit Hall for six years and could find his way with his eyes closed.

The courtyard is still the same courtyard.

The cobblestone path, the carved window lattices, and the neatly trimmed flowers and trees in the courtyard all indicate that someone cleans the place every day.

Yang Jian landed and loosened his legs.

Ning Rongrong made direct contact with the ground, falling face down onto the bluestone slab with a dull thud.

"Ouch!"

She lay on the ground, covering her nose, tears welling up in her eyes.

She looked up and glared at Yang Jian, her eyes filled with anger.

Yang Jian didn't look at her. He put down Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu from his arms and said to Zhu Zhuqing, "Stay here. Keep an eye on them."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry."

Xiao Wu shrank her neck and glanced around.

Her body was trembling slightly.

She could sense that there were many powerful auras in this city, and there was more than one Title Douluo.

Even if you let her run away now, she wouldn't dare.

"Yang Jian!"

Ning Rongrong got up from the ground, dusted herself off, and her spoiled princess temper flared up. She walked up to Yang Jian, put her hands on her hips, and yelled.

"Can't you be a little more of a gentleman? Do you know how embarrassing that was?"

Yang Jian chose to ignore it, strode out of the courtyard, and didn't look back.

Ning Rongrong stomped her feet in anger, but dared not chase after them. After all, this was the Spirit Hall, and if her identity was recognized, something terrible might happen.

She glanced at Zhu Zhuqing, then at Xiao Wu, snorted, and turned to go inside.

……

The training ground is located to the east of the Spirit Hall. It covers a vast area, with the ground paved with whole granite blocks and dozens of training stakes standing around it.

When Yang Jian arrived, the training ground was bustling with activity.

Dozens of young boys and girls were training on the field; some were fighting, some were practicing their soul skills, and some were meditating.

Many of them were familiar faces, students who had tried every means to curry favor with him over the past six years.

Someone noticed Yang Jian.

"Brother Jian! You're back!" A burly young man put down his training equipment and strode over to greet him, his face beaming with smiles.

The others also stopped their cultivation, turned to look at Yang Jian, and greeted him all at once.

"Brother Jian, how's the training going?"

"Brother Jian, long time no see! How about we have dinner together tonight?"

"Brother Jian, you've become even more handsome."

Yang Jian nodded in response.

He glanced around and asked, "Do you know where Yan is?"

A tall, thin man raised his hand and answered, "Brother Jian, if I remember correctly, Senior Brother Yan should be at the pharmacy at this time. He goes there to take a medicinal bath every day."

Yang Jian hummed in agreement and turned to leave.

The pharmacy is located on the west side of the Spirit Hall. It is a three-story building specifically used for preparing medicines and providing medicinal baths.

The core disciples of the Spirit Hall have a fixed quota of medicinal baths each month, which are used to temper their bodies and improve their cultivation speed.

Yan is a golden generation, so naturally there are quite a few spots available.

Yang Jian walked into the pharmacy, and the people at the door greeted him.

He responded calmly to each question.

Then I went to the front desk and found the person in charge.

"Which room is Yan in?"

The steward looked up and recognized Yang Jian, so he dared not be negligent.

The manager flipped through the logbook and pointed to the end of the corridor.

"Room 1."

Yang Jian said no more and walked to the end of the corridor.

The door to room number one was closed, and steam was seeping out from the crack in the door.

He reached out and pushed open the door.

The room was filled with mist and the air was filled with the scent of herbs.

In the very center was a huge wooden barrel filled with dark brown liquid.

Yan sat in the wooden tub, only his head showing, his eyes closed, his face full of enjoyment.

The sound of the door being pushed open startled him.