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

More and more people entered the cafeteria, and the noise gradually returned.

But no one sat at the tables around Yang Jian.

People would rather huddle together than get close to him.

Zhu Zhuqing finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Yang Jian, why are they all afraid of you?"

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, glanced at the evasive eyes around him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Because I killed a man in front of the Pope yesterday."

Zhu Zhuqing's chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

She looked at Yang Jian, her mouth slightly open, and then closed it after a while.

She didn't ask who she killed or why.

She simply nodded and continued eating.

Yang Jian nodded to himself.

This woman is quiet, doesn't pry, and never asks questions she shouldn't. She's very good.

After finishing her meal, Zhu Zhuqing put down her chopsticks and looked at Yang Jian.

"Will we be staying at the Spirit Hall from now on?"

Yang Jian thought for a moment and said, "Stay in the Spirit Hall for a few days and I'll give you some guidance on your cultivation. After I've taken care of some things, I'll leave."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Yang Jian stood up, picked up her tray, and walked towards the recycling area.

Zhu Zhuqing followed behind him and placed the plates down.

Then I quickly caught up with him and walked beside him.

The two walked out of the cafeteria side by side and headed back along the bluestone path.

By this time, the sunlight had risen even higher, shining on the golden dome of the Spirit Hall and reflecting a dazzling light.

There were more people on the road than in the morning, and their reactions to seeing Yang Jian were the same as before: they greeted him and then quickly left.

Zhu Zhuqing followed beside him, her gaze sweeping over the fleeing figures. Her lips twitched slightly, but she said nothing.

When they returned to the courtyard, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were already awake.

Ning Rongrong sat on the living room floor, leaning against the wall. Her hair was a mess, her dress was wrinkled, and her face was puffy as if she hadn't woken up yet.

Xiao Wu squatted down next to her, hugging her knees with her hands, her eyes half-open and half-closed, and her mental state was not much better.

Both of them were clearly in a state of confusion, not knowing what to do next or what their fate would be.

"You're finally back!"

Upon seeing Yang Jian and Zhu Zhuqing walk in, Ning Rongrong immediately perked up.

She got up from the ground, dusted off her skirt, and rushed to Yang Jian in a few quick steps.

"Where's breakfast? I want to eat breakfast."

Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if she were giving orders to a servant.

Yang Jian looked down at the little princess.

"Go find something to eat yourself; I don't provide meals here."

Ning Rongrong was stunned.

She opened her mouth, her expression shifting from anticipation to disbelief, and then from disbelief to anger.

"You're not giving me food? Yang Jian, what do you mean? I haven't eaten anything since last night!"

Yang Jian did not answer.

He walked past Ning Rongrong toward the stairs.

Ning Rongrong was trembling with anger. She turned around and shouted at his back, "Yang Jian! Stop right there! Didn't you hear me? I said I want to eat!"

Yang Jian didn't stop walking; she stepped onto the stairs without looking back.

Ning Rongrong wanted to chase after her, but Xiao Wu grabbed her clothes.

Xiao Wu shook her head: "Don't go, it's useless."

Ning Rongrong shook off Xiao Wu's hand, stood at the top of the stairs, her chest heaving violently, her eyes red-rimmed.

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing was also preparing to go upstairs. She walked slowly past Ning Rongrong, her face expressionless.

Ning Rongrong reached out and stopped her.

"Zhu Zhuqing," she said, her tone carrying a hint of command, "go and bring me some food."

Zhu Zhuqing stopped and turned to look at her.

Ning Rongrong held her head high, hands on her hips, looking completely at ease.

After all, back at Shrek Academy, she used to order people around like this, and she was almost never refused.

She is the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and everyone has to give way to her.

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly laughed, her laughter filled with undisguised sarcasm: "Ning Rongrong, do you really think you're still the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, able to order others around at will?"

Ning Rongrong frowned.

"Look at yourself now." Zhu Zhuqing's gaze swept from her messy hair to her wrinkled dress, and then from the dress to her bare feet. "Sleeping on the floor, having no food to eat, and not even a place to stay, what right do you have to order me around?"

Ning Rongrong's face turned bright red.

She recalled her time at Shrek Academy, when Zhu Zhuqing was just a nobody, quiet and unassuming, and she had never taken Zhu Zhuqing seriously.

But today, this nobody dared to mock her.

Blinded by rage, she raised her hand and slapped it hard across Zhu Zhuqing's face.

Zhu Zhuqing reached out and grabbed Ning Rongrong's wrist.

Ning Rongrong's hand stopped in mid-air, only inches away from Zhu Zhuqing's face, but it couldn't fall down no matter how much she struggled.

"Snapped."

Zhu Zhuqing slapped her across the face.

The sound was crisp and clear, but it was particularly jarring in the quiet living room.

Ning Rongrong covered her face, completely stunned.

She stared at Zhu Zhuqing with wide eyes, her gaze filled with disbelief.

She was beaten?

And he was even beaten by Zhu Zhuqing?

Zhu Zhuqing, who never speaks or causes trouble at Shrek Academy and is like a shadow, hit her.

"You'd better know your place." Zhu Zhuqing's voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth. "If you dare to spout nonsense again, it won't be as simple as a slap."

She released Ning Rongrong's wrist and turned to go upstairs.

Ning Rongrong covered her face, watching Zhu Zhuqing's figure disappear at the top of the stairs. Her eyes reddened, and tears welled up in them.

She bit her lip and clenched her fists, but dared not say anything.

Because he couldn't beat Zhu Zhuqing.

She had never beaten Zhu Zhuqing back when she was at Shrek Academy.

Now that Zhu Zhuqing is with Yang Jian, she has obtained cultivation techniques, immortal herbs, and soul bones, making her even stronger, and she is no match for her.

"Uh……"

Xiao Wu stood aside, watching this scene, not knowing what to say.

Her expression was complex, containing sympathy, helplessness, and a hint of schadenfreude.

After all, Ning Rongrong was arrogant and domineering back at Shrek Academy, and she had always disliked her, but she always chose to ignore it out of consideration for their friendship.

……

Zhu Zhuqing went up to the second floor. Because she hadn't slept enough the night before, she was really sleepy, so she decided to go back to her room to catch up on her sleep.

But just as he reached his room door, a woman's voice suddenly came from downstairs.

"Yang Jian!"

The sound was crisp and pleasant, carrying a hint of joy.

Zhu Zhuqing felt a sudden tightness in her chest, and her drowsiness immediately dissipated.

Instead of going into the room, she turned around and walked into the empty room next door, opened the window, and looked down.

A woman stood in the courtyard, wearing a light purple dress, with chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders and the ends slightly curled.

With delicate features, almond-shaped eyes that sparkle, she possesses an innate charm.

She is tall and has an outstanding temperament; standing in the sunlight, she looks like a blooming violet.

Chapter 79 Hu Liena: Oh dear, you should have said so earlier!

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze froze.

She looked at the woman, and many thoughts popped into her mind.

Who is the other party?

What is the relationship between the other party and Yang Jian?

Why did the other party come to see Yang Jian?

Zhu Zhuqing had many guesses in her mind and decided to stay here and continue to observe.

……

In the master bedroom upstairs, Yang Jian felt that he had wasted a night and needed to make up for it with his cultivation. He immediately sat cross-legged on the bed and prepared to cultivate.