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

"You haven't broken through to Soul King yet, so don't absorb this head soul bone. You should at least wait until you reach Soul Saint, understand?"

Hu Liena gave a soft snort and quickly and carefully put the soul bone into her storage soul tool.

"I'm not stupid, I know now is not the time to absorb it, don't worry."

Yang Jian nodded slightly.

Hu Liena is not impulsive.

He doesn't need to worry.

How have you been lately?

Yang Jian leaned against the window and asked casually.

Hu Liena's eyes lit up.

She pulled up a chair, sat down, and began to speak at length.

"You have no idea how brutal the elite training program is."

"We have to get up before dawn every day to train and we can't rest until night. Our instructor is a Soul Douluo, who is very strict. We will be punished for even the slightest mistake."

She spoke while gesturing wildly.

“I’ve killed quite a few Fallen Ones during this period.”

"Do you know how cruel those corrupt people are? There was a guy who killed an entire village and used their souls to cultivate evil arts."

“I chased him for three days and three nights, and finally cornered him by a river.”

"He begged me to spare him, saying he was willing to be my slave, so I just chopped off his head with one stroke."

Her tone was light and cheerful, as if she were talking about something interesting.

But Yang Jian could sense the danger within.

Hunting down the fallen is no joke; a single misstep can lead to disaster.

"The same goes for my brother."

“He killed more Fallen Ones than I did, but he was injured and is still recovering.”

Hu Liena seemed to have endless things to say, from the elite training program to the interesting stories of the instructors, from the methods of the fallen to the cooperation of her teammates, from the hardships of cultivation to the joy of breakthroughs.

She spoke with great enthusiasm, her eyes sparkling, radiating a vibrant energy.

Yang Jian listened quietly, occasionally adding a word or two in agreement.

He didn't interrupt Hu Liena, nor did he urge her; he simply leaned against the window, looking at her face and nodding occasionally.

Hu Liena spoke for fifteen minutes until she finally got tired. She leaned back in her chair, took a breath, and looked at Yang Jian with a satisfied smile on her lips.

"How was it? I feel pretty well-fed, right?"

"That's certainly enough."

Yang Jian nodded in agreement.

His gaze fell on Hu Liena's rosy face. Looking at Hu Liena's cheeks, which were slightly flushed with excitement, and her bright, sparkling eyes, he smiled knowingly.

"I feel so bored."

Hu Liena stood up from her chair and stretched.

She thought about it again and felt that there was nothing fun to do here, so she walked up to Yang Jian and reached out to tug at his sleeve.

"Yang Jian, come shopping with me."

"You didn't go shopping with me back then, so you definitely have to make up for it this time."

Yang Jian recalled that before he left the Spirit Hall last time, Hu Liena had indeed asked him to go shopping, but he refused because he was going on a training expedition.

This time, he readily agreed.

"Row."

Hu Liena smiled and walked over, took his arm, and led him out of the room. Her hand naturally rested on his arm, and she leaned slightly closer, like a lazy little fox.

Yang Jian did not refuse and let her pull him along.

The two walked out of the courtyard and along the bluestone path toward the outside of the Spirit Hall. Sunlight shone on them, casting overlapping shadows on the ground.

Upstairs, in Zhu Zhuqing's room.

The window was half open, and Zhu Zhuqing stood by the window, watching the two figures gradually walk away through the gap in the curtains.

Hu Liena linked arms with Yang Jian, their movements intimate and their demeanor natural.

Zhu Zhuqing pursed her lips slightly.

Her fingers gripped the fabric of the curtains.

What is the relationship between that woman and Yang Jian?

They were even holding hands.

Even I have never done this before.

She recalled how every time she wanted to take Yang Jian's arm, she had to muster up her courage, hesitate for a long time, and in the end, she could never muster the courage.

But the woman did it so naturally, as if she had done it countless times before.

She suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

But they didn't catch up even at that time.

Because she didn't know what identity she should have when she caught up with him, and she didn't know what to say after she did.

Zhu Zhuqing opened the curtains, turned around, and leaned against the wall.

She looked at the ceiling and sighed.

……

Wuhun City seems to be even more prosperous than before Yang Jian left.

Shops lined both sides of the street, their flags fluttering, and vendors' cries echoing throughout.

The pedestrians were bustling with people, including spirit masters, merchants, and ordinary people. People of all kinds of attire mingled together, creating a lively and extraordinary scene.

Hu Liena walked ahead, looking here and touching there, and bought a lot of things.

Clothes, jewelry, snacks, and some trinkets whose purpose I don't know.

She glanced back at Yang Jian after buying each item.

Yang Jian followed behind her, carrying the things she had bought.

Luckily, he had a storage soul tool, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hold it with both hands.

"Yang Jian, do you think this hairpin is pretty?"

Hu Liena stood in front of a small stall, holding a jade hairpin in her hand, and looked back at him.

The hairpin is entirely emerald green, with an orchid carved on the head, and is exquisitely crafted.

"nice."

"Then I'll buy it."

Hu Liena smiled, paid the money, and handed the hairpin to Yang Jian, asking him to put it into his storage soul tool.

Then she ran to another stall.

Yang Jian put the hairpin away and followed.

Hu Liena was still full of energy after walking around for two hours.

She ran around most of Wuhun City, bought everything she wanted, and only then did she stop, satisfied.

"That's enough, let's go back."

Yang Jian nodded and followed Hu Liena back.

Halfway there, he suddenly felt a little tired.

It wasn't physical fatigue, but a kind of weariness that was hard to describe.

He cultivated the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, making his physical strength far exceed that of ordinary people. He could go shopping for two hours, or even fight continuously for two months without getting tired.

But I do feel a bit tired right now.

Is this the aftereffect of shopping?

Yang Jian shook his head, banishing the strange thought from his mind.

The two walked side by side on the bluestone path. The sun was already setting in the west, turning the clouds on the horizon orange-red.

The evening breeze carries the fragrance of flowers and trees.

Hu Liena suddenly slowed her pace and turned to look at Yang Jian.

"Do you remember? I said I'd give you a gift when you came back?"

Yang Jian remembered.

When he left the Spirit Hall, Hu Liena hugged him at the door and whispered those words in his ear.

He nodded.

"remember."

"Then guess what it is?"

Yang Jian looked at her, thought for a moment, and shook his head, saying, "I can't guess."

Hu Liena stopped and turned to face Yang Jian.

She looked up at Yang Jian's face, her eyes filled with a mixture of slyness, shyness, and anticipation.

Chapter 81 Target: The Four Single-Attribute Families

Yang Jian hadn't even had a chance to say anything.

Suddenly I felt something gently peck my face.