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

Yan opened his eyes, his face full of anger, and immediately began to curse.

"Who the hell..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Yang Jian.

Yan's expression froze instantly, his mouth still open, unable to utter a single word.

Fear rose from the depths of my heart and spread to every part of my body.

His body remained frozen inside the wooden tub, motionless.

Yang Jian leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"What, do you think I died out there?"

Yan's throat bobbed.

That's exactly what he thought.

Ning Fengzhi received that letter; there was no way he wouldn't send someone to intercept and kill him.

Either Sword Douluo or Bone Douluo would be no match for Yang Jian and Yue Guan combined.

He thought Yang Jian was dead, that he had died outside and would never come back.

"No." Yan's voice was a little tight. "I'm just quite surprised. Everyone said you went out to train, but I didn't expect you to come back now."

Yang Jian chuckled, walked into the room, and casually closed the door.

Stop pretending.

He walked to the wooden barrel and looked down at Yan.

"You secretly wrote a letter to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, which led to my being intercepted and killed halfway. I must say, your plan was indeed feasible; I almost died back then."

Yan's expression changed.

He didn't understand how Yang Jian knew about this.

I shouldn't have left any trace.

But he won't admit it.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Yan feigned a bewildered expression, raising her voice slightly. "Yang Jian, don't wrong me. When did I ever write a letter to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

He stood up from the wooden tub and reached for the clothes beside him.

"I have something to do, I'll be going now."

Chapter 71 Yang Jian, you'd better give me an explanation.

Yang Jian didn't give him a chance, and went straight over to grab his neck, tightening his grip.

Yan didn't even see how Yang Jian moved.

He felt a tightness around his neck, and his whole body was lifted up, with his feet off the ground.

He looked down at Yang Jian, his eyes filled with fear.

"What are you doing!" He struggled desperately, trying to pry Yang Jian's fingers off with both hands, but the hand was like an iron clamp, not moving an inch.

Yang Jian smiled, but the smile was cold.

"Of course I'll kill you."

"Otherwise, people will think I'm easy to bully, and that anyone can ride roughshod over me."

Yan's struggles intensified.

He was naked and wet, like a fish that had been thrown ashore.

"You're framing me! I didn't do anything!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Let me go! Do you know what the consequences are for killing someone in the Spirit Hall? Even if you're His Holiness the Pope's disciple, you can't escape punishment!"

"Let it go now, and I can pretend nothing happened."

Yang Jian found it very annoying.

He raised his hand and slapped her.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the room.

Yan's head suddenly tilted to one side, half of his face swollen up, and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He was in so much pain that tears were welling up in his eyes, and he could barely speak.

"Bastard...bastard...I'm going to complain to His Holiness the Pope...you're framing an innocent person..."

Yang Jian slapped him again.

"Snapped!"

This time, it's the other side of the slap.

Yan's cheeks were swollen, his eyes were squeezed into slits, and blood was flowing from his nose and mouth. He looked like a real pig's head.

Yang Jian stopped talking nonsense, released his neck, grabbed his ear, and dragged him outside.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts!"

Yan screamed in pain, covering his ears with both hands, as he was dragged outside.

He was naked, the medicine dripping from his body, leaving a wet trail on the ground.

Yang Jian pushed open the door and dragged Yan into the corridor.

The trainees in the pharmacy were all stunned.

They stared blankly at Yan's naked body, and at Yang Jian pulling his ear, completely bewildered and unable to understand what was going on.

"Brother Jian, what's this...?"

"what happened?"

"Senior Brother Yan, how did you offend Brother Jian?"

There were murmurs and discussions, but no one stepped forward to stop them.

Although they did not know Yang Jian's true identity, they all knew of his strength.

The sword strike that took place in the martial arts arena six years ago is still talked about with great interest.

Running over to stop them would only be asking for trouble.

Someone whispered and guessed, "Could it be because of Senior Sister Hu Liena?"

This speculation immediately sparked further discussion.

"possible!"

"Who in the Spirit Hall doesn't know that Senior Brother Yan likes Senior Sister Hu Liena?"

“He goes around trying to curry favor with her every day, Jian Ge must be annoyed.”

"Tsk tsk, this is a crime of passion."

"Don't talk nonsense. Brother Jian and Senior Sister Hu Liena haven't officially started a relationship."

"Do we even need to be sure? Look at how they act normally, how are they any different from a couple?"

Yan felt ashamed and indignant upon hearing these comments.

He's in this state now, naked, being dragged along by his ears, just like being stripped naked and paraded through the streets.

He wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

He wanted to resist.

Possessing a martial spirit might allow them to put up a fight.

He gritted his teeth and channeled his soul power.

Yang Jian didn't even turn his head before slapping him again.

"Snapped!"

Yan's head was buzzing, and the skin on his face was broken, bleeding profusely.

The soul power he had painstakingly gathered instantly dissipated.

He slumped down like a deflated balloon.

The enormous disparity in strength made him feel desperate.

He didn't understand. Given Ning Fengzhi's personality, upon receiving that letter, he would definitely send out Sword Douluo or Bone Douluo, or even both of them together.

Yang Jian only had Yue Guan by his side, and normally he shouldn't have come back alive.

Did Ning Fengzhi not send anyone to intercept and kill them at all?

Or did things go wrong?

Did he even tell Yang Jian that he was the one who delivered the letter?

A pang of regret welled up in Yan's heart.

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have written that letter in the first place.

……

Yang Jian dragged Yan out of the pharmacy and slowly walked towards the Spirit Hall Square.

I met quite a few people along the way.

The deacons, guards, and students of the Spirit Hall all looked puzzled upon seeing this scene.

Some people stopped, some followed behind, and the murmurs grew louder and louder.

"Is that Yan? Why is he being dragged along?"

Who was dragging him along?

"You do not know?"

His name is Yang Jian.