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

She naturally preferred to fly there directly, because that way she could reach her destination as quickly as possible and be held by Yang Jian.

But the thought that Yang Jian only has two hands means that if he were to hold her, he would definitely have to hold someone else.

It's either Ning Rongrong or Xiao Wu.

She didn't want to see Yang Jian embracing another woman.

Even if it's just for flying.

"Let's take a horse-drawn carriage."

Zhu Zhuqing said.

Yang Jian nodded. Anyway, there was plenty of time. Although taking a carriage was slower, there was no rush.

He then found a carriage rental shop on the street and rented a luxury carriage.

The carriage was large, with soft carpets, a fixed table, and two rows of cushions. The cushions were covered with silk, which was finely made and felt very nice to the touch.

Yang Jian lifted the carriage curtain and led Zhu Zhuqing to sit down together.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong also wanted to sit down.

However, Yang Jian ruthlessly stopped him.

“You sit outside.”

Ning Rongrong was stunned.

Where should we sit?

Yang Jian pointed to the front of the carriage, to the area where the driver would be, where there was a horizontal board.

"You can be the groom for a while too."

Ning Rongrong's expression changed, and she opened her mouth, naturally feeling angry, but for some reason, the anger quickly dissipated.

She lowered her head, bit her lip, and obediently climbed into her seat to catch the train.

Xiao Wu was quite sensible; knowing that Yang Jian wouldn't let her in, she silently sat down next to Ning Rongrong without saying a word.

Yang Jian was somewhat surprised by Ning Rongrong's actions.

He had expected Ning Rongrong to make a scene, argue, and throw a tantrum.

But Ning Rongrong's behavior has been very strange these past few days.

She doesn't get angry, doesn't yell, and doesn't cry anymore. If she's told to sleep on the floor, she sleeps on the floor; if she's told to eat steamed buns, she eats steamed buns; if she's told to be a groom, she is a groom.

She's so honest, unlike the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Did I transform myself into a well-behaved child?

Yang Jian couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he shrugged and stopped thinking about it.

Immediately afterwards, the carriage slowly started moving.

Yang Jian leaned back on the cushion, closed his eyes, and began to cultivate the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

……

The distance between Wuhun City and Tiandou City is not short.

At the speed of the carriage, it would take at least half a month.

Yang Jian was not in a hurry.

Along the way, we stopped frequently, enjoying the scenery and sights. When we encountered beautiful landscapes, we would stop to admire them; when we came across clear streams, we would sit down to rest; and when we found suitable prey, we would catch it and roast it to eat.

Zhu Zhuqing stayed by his side the whole time, occasionally exchanging a few moves with him.

Zhu Zhuqing's Two-Nine Mysterious Skill has reached a high level, her physical fitness has greatly improved, and her fighting style has become more fierce. Although she is still no match for Yang Jian, she is much stronger than when they first met.

During this period, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu became free labor.

When setting up camp, they were responsible for gathering firewood.

When cooking, they are responsible for washing vegetables and dishes.

When the horses are resting, they are responsible for feeding them hay.

Ning Rongrong did not complain and silently did everything, her movements clumsy but earnest.

Xiao Wu was the same; she kept her head down, doing her work without speaking or looking at Yang Jian, as if she really considered herself a tool.

Life went on leisurely like this.

One month later, at dusk, the carriage finally arrived at Tiandou City.

Tian Dou City is the capital of the Tian Dou Empire and one of the most prosperous cities on the continent.

The city walls are tall and majestic, the city gates are wide, and there is a constant stream of carriages, horses, and pedestrians.

Two rows of fully armed soldiers stood at the city gate, checking the documents of passersby.

Yang Jian paid an entrance fee of one silver soul coin and successfully entered Heaven Dou City.

The streets are wide and clean, lined with shops on both sides, with flags fluttering in the breeze.

Yang Jian found the most luxurious hotel, stored the carriage, and booked two rooms.

One room was for Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu, and the other was for myself and Zhu Zhuqing.

"Never mind, let's go to sleep first."

Seeing that it was getting late, he decided to take action the next day.

Dinner was at the hotel restaurant.

After dinner, Yang Jian took Zhu Zhuqing back to their room.

After a month-long journey, during which they had also served as unpaid laborers, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Zhu were exhausted and hurriedly followed behind, thinking of going back to their rooms to take a shower and go to sleep.

However, as they watched Yang Jian and Zhu Zhuqing walk side by side towards the room, a strange emotion flashed in their eyes.

……

The next day, as the morning sun shone down from the horizon, the streets were already bustling with activity. Breakfast vendors pushed their carts out to set up their stalls, and steaming vapors rose from the steamers, mingling with the aroma of buns and porridge, filling the air.

Yang Jian woke up from his cultivation, opened his eyes, got out of bed and stretched.

He walked to the window, opened it, and took a deep breath of the morning air.

The sun had just peeked out from behind the clouds, its orange-red rays painting the clouds in a gradient of colors.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street yet, but the early-rising vendors were already busy.

Some people are setting up stalls, some are unloading goods, and some are squatting by the roadside eating breakfast.

"good."

Yang Jian leaned against the window frame, looking at the ancient yet bustling city, feeling quite pleased.

Just then, Zhu Zhuqing walked over, with faint dark circles under her eyes, looking somewhat tired, clearly having not slept well the night before.

"Do you have anything planned for today?"

She walked over to Yang Jian and followed his gaze to the window.

Yang Jian turned to look at her, noticed her dark circles, and after thinking for a moment said, "You should rest well today. I can go out and take care of things myself."

Zhu Zhuqing did not insist and nodded.

She yawned, turned around and walked to the bedside, lifted the covers and crawled in.

The bed wasn't cold yet, and she curled up and quickly closed her eyes.

Yang Jian walked out of the room and gently closed the door.

The corridor was quiet, with only the sound of his footsteps echoing.

He walked to the door of the next room, manipulated his soul power, and silently unlocked the door.

The door was gently pushed open, revealing a dimly lit room with curtains drawn.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were still fast asleep. They probably hadn't slept in a bed in a long time and were sleeping soundly. They didn't even know he had come in.

Yang Jian did not wake them. He took out a medicine bottle from his storage soul tool and uncorked it.

White smoke slowly drifted out of the bottle opening, odorless and colorless, spreading silently in the air.

This was a sleeping gas he had someone at the Spirit Hall prepare beforehand, and it worked quite well.

The smoke rose in wisps and slowly spread.

Ning Rongrong's breathing became deeper, and Xiao Wu's brows relaxed as she slept even more soundly.

Yang Jian placed the medicine bottle on the table, turned and left, using his soul power to gently close the door.

Chapter 83 The Power Clan

Yang Jian turned around, went downstairs, and found a breakfast stall to sit down.

The shop was small, with a few wooden tables, a few long benches, and white steam rising from the stove.

"Boss, ten baskets of steamed buns, please."

"Uh... okay!"

The steamed buns were served quickly, plump and steaming hot.

Yang Jian picked up one, dipped it in vinegar, and popped it into her mouth, then ate one after another.

The boss stood behind the stove, watching the young man devour the steamed buns like a whirlwind, his mouth slightly agape.

Yang Jian finished the last bite, put down his chopsticks, paid the bill, and got up to leave.

The streets of Tiandou City are now busier with pedestrians.

Horse-drawn carriages rumbled along, pedestrians hurried by, and the cries of vendors rose and fell.

Yang Jian asked around on the street for directions to the Power Clan, but to no avail.

Some people shook their heads, some waved their hands, and some said they had never heard of it.

Yang Jian was somewhat depressed.