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

But the pressure it released was enough to make even a Contra-level powerhouse's legs go weak.

Even if Yang Jian's physical strength is comparable to that of a Title Douluo, it is only comparable to the weakest type, such as Dugu Bo.

Logically, he should be affected, or at least show some difficulty.

But Yang Jian did not react at all.

Bibi Dong did not believe in evil spirits.

She concentrated her pressure, releasing it only on Yang Jian, gradually increasing its intensity.

70%, 80%, 90%...

This level of pressure would force even a Title Douluo to kneel.

As a result, Yang Jian remained firmly in place, his expression unchanged.

Bibi Dong was completely puzzled.

She doesn't understand.

Just how strong is Yang Jian's body?

At this moment, Yang Jian spoke up.

“Teacher, if you think I did something wrong today, then find the evidence. For example, that Yan didn’t betray the Spirit Hall or leak my information, or that Gu Rong wasn’t dead at all.” His voice was calm as still water. “If there is evidence, I’m willing to pay with my life in front of everyone.”

To be honest, his opinion of Bibi Dong had already declined considerably at this point.

From the moment he left until now, Bibi Dong has not asked him a single question about what he had been through, whether he was injured, or the details of the ambush.

She only cares about her own image.

This teacher.

Over the course of six years, he received almost no personal guidance in cultivation, leaving it all to Yue Guan.

Yang Jian understood that she was very busy and that she had a divine examination to take.

But today's incident made him see a fact clearly: in Bibi Dong's eyes, he was just a tool, a tool to continue the glory of the Spirit Hall and to balance the power of the Thousand Families.

But since he is a teacher in name only, he won't do anything out of line unless absolutely necessary.

However, he already had another idea in mind.

"What did you say?"

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's expression turned ugly.

Her lips twitched involuntarily, and the veins on her forehead throbbed a few times.

He was furious, but as the Pope, he had to maintain his dignity and authority.

She took a deep breath, trying to control her expression, and kept her voice very low.

"Good, Yang Jian, you're a good kid."

"I will investigate."

"If the investigation finds that what you just said is false, you know the consequences."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, her tone indifferent: "It's nothing, I'll be going now."

He bent down, picked up Yan's head from the ground, and turned to leave the square.

Bibi Dong stood still, watching Yang Jian's retreating figure, without stopping him.

She didn't know what Yang Jian wanted to do, nor did she want to know.

Her heart was filled with raging anger, like a ball of suppressed magma, ready to erupt at any moment.

She decided to immediately send someone to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to investigate.

If it is confirmed that Yang Jian was lying and killed Yan without distinguishing right from wrong, she will definitely give him the most severe punishment.

No matter how talented Yang Jian is, he cannot challenge her authority like this.

Bibi Dong calmed herself down, glanced at the crowd of people with different expressions, and her voice returned to its usual cool tone.

"Someone come and dispose of Yan's body."

"Moon Gate, Ghost, follow me."

Her figure disappeared from the spot.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance and then vanished from the spot.

……

Yang Jian walked out of the Spirit Hall, crossed several streets, and arrived at the city gate of Spirit City.

The city gate of Wuhun City is tall and magnificent, built from a single piece of granite. There is a stone pillar on each side of the gate opening, and the Wuhun Hall logo is carved on the top of the pillar.

He looked up at the top of the city gate, then leaped into the air and landed on the gate tower.

He hung Yan's head in the very center of the city gate.

The head hung in mid-air, blood still dripping from the severed neck, leaving a shocking red mark on the white stone wall.

Pedestrians at the city gate stopped in their tracks, looked up at the severed head, and began to discuss it amongst themselves.

"What's the matter?"

"Who would dare to kill someone in Wuhun City and then hang their head on the city gate?"

"They're incredibly bold!"

Upon hearing this, some Spirit Hall students who had just returned from outside recognized the head, and their expressions changed.

"That's Senior Brother Yan!"

"Senior Brother Yan? Yan from the Golden Generation?"

"Who killed him?"

"Isn't that Yang Jian standing on the city gate tower?"

Yang Jian jumped down from the city gate tower and landed on the ground.

Without explaining or lingering, he walked through the crowd towards the Spirit Hall.

The trainees stared at his retreating figure, their faces filled with shock.

They couldn't understand what was going on.

Yang Jian and Yan are both from the Spirit Hall, so why did things escalate to this point?

……

Yang Jian returned to her small courtyard, pushed open the door, and went inside.

In the living room, Zhu Zhuqing sat on a chair, while Xiao Wu squatted in the corner.

The two heard footsteps and looked up at the same time.

Yang Jian glanced around but didn't see Ning Rongrong.

He casually asked, "Where is Ning Rongrong?"

Zhu Zhuqing pointed to the stairs: "She went upstairs to sleep."

Yang Jian frowned and walked up the stairs.

There were four or five bedrooms on the second floor. He pushed open the door to the first one, and it was empty.

The second room was empty.

The third room had its door half-closed.

He pushed open the door and saw Ning Rongrong lying on the bed.

Ning Rongrong slept in a terrible position, sprawled out in a starfish shape, with the blanket kicked off the bed.

Her skirt was lifted up to her thighs, revealing her fair skin.

The collar was askew, and her shoulders were exposed.

She was sleeping soundly, her mouth slightly open, her breathing even.

Chapter 75 Bad taste?

Yang Jian didn't say anything. He walked over, bent down, grabbed Ning Rongrong's arm, and pulled her up from the bed.

Ning Rongrong opened her eyes in a daze, saw Yang Jian's face so close to hers, paused for two seconds, and then suddenly realized what was happening.

"What are you doing!" She shook off Yang Jian's hand, shrank to the edge of the bed, and pulled the blanket over her body. "I just fell asleep! Don't you know it's very impolite to disturb someone's sleep?"

Yang Jian didn't look at her: "There's no place for you to sleep here. If you want to sleep, go find an empty spot outside."

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened and her mouth opened into an "O" shape.

"What did you say? You want me to sleep in an empty lot?"

"As long as you're not deaf."

"You!" Ning Rongrong was furious when she saw Yang Jian's expressionless face. She didn't even know what to say at that moment.

Yang Jian stopped talking nonsense, grabbed her arm, and dragged her downstairs.

Ning Rongrong was like a fish caught in a trap, being dragged down the stairs step by step, her bottom hitting the steps and making her howl in pain.

"Yang Jian! Let go of me! I can walk by myself!"

Yang Jian did not let go.

He dragged Ning Rongrong downstairs and threw her on the ground.

Ning Rongrong fell to the ground, clutching her sore bottom, her eyes red and brimming with tears.

She had never suffered such injustice in her entire life.

Yang Jian turned to look at Xiao Wu, who was crouching in the corner, trembling with fear.

"From now on, you two can sleep anywhere you like. There are no beds for you here. Of course, you can leave if you dare, but remember, this is the Spirit Hall."

Ning Rongrong was completely dumbfounded.