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

Her eyes were gentle, as if she couldn't get enough of looking at Yang Jian. Her gaze slid from Yang Jian's forehead to the bridge of his nose, from the bridge of his nose to his lips, and from his lips to his chin.

She thought, "This person is really good-looking."

Not only is she good-looking, but she is also capable, responsible, and kind to herself.

Although he didn't talk much or express himself much, she could sense it.

And it was at this moment.

Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes.

He turned his head and looked at Zhu Zhuqing, meeting her gentle gaze.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhu Zhuqing's face flushed red instantly.

She blinked rapidly, buried her face in the blankets, and muffled sounds came from under the covers.

"I didn't see anything... I just glanced at it..."

Yang Jian responded with an "oh," without asking any further questions. He slowly stood up, stretched his neck, and his bones made a slight cracking sound.

"Let's go down for dinner, it's getting dark."

"I'll give you some more guidance on your cultivation tonight, but we still have to travel tomorrow."

He was telling the truth.

He genuinely wanted to guide Zhu Zhuqing in her cultivation.

He had already taught Zhu Zhuqing the Two Nine Mysterious Techniques, but she hadn't practiced it for long and there were still many areas where she wasn't quite there. So he wanted to take advantage of his free time in the evening to help correct her mistakes and help her avoid some detours.

However, Zhu Zhuqing clearly misunderstood.

Her face turned even redder, burning red, so red that even the tips of her ears were tinged with a faint pink. She mumbled an "Mmm," her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz.

Yang Jian didn't notice her unusual behavior and turned to leave the room.

Zhu Zhuqing lay on the bed for a while until the fever on her face subsided before slowly getting up, getting dressed, washing up, and leaving the room.

……

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Yang Jian finished his cultivation.

He left the room and went to the next room first.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were still sleeping, huddled together like two little animals trying to keep warm.

They were fast asleep, their breathing rising and falling, completely unaware that Yang Jian was already standing in front of them.

Yang Jian raised his foot and gently kicked Ning Rongrong's calf.

"stand up."

Ning Rongrong mumbled something, turned over, and covered her head with the blanket.

Yang Jian kicked again.

"Get up, it's time to go."

Ning Rongrong groggily opened her eyes and saw Yang Jian standing in front of her. She sat up abruptly, her hair a mess, her eyes half-open and half-closed, and a trace of drool on the corner of her mouth.

She yawned, rubbed her eyes, and then yawned again.

Xiao Wu was also woken up. She opened her eyes and saw Yang Jian. She shrank back slightly, then silently stood up and began to tidy up the blanket.

A quarter of an hour later, the four people went downstairs, checked out of their rooms, got into a carriage, and left Tiandou City.

The remaining travel time.

Yang Jian's life remained the same as when he went to Tiandou City.

Wandering around, stopping frequently, enjoying the scenery.

When they encounter beautiful scenery, they stop to admire it; when they encounter clear streams, they sit down to rest; and when they find suitable prey, they catch it and roast it to eat.

Zhu Zhuqing followed Yang Jian, cultivating the Two Nine Mysterious Techniques, and occasionally sparring with him.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu continued to serve as unpaid laborers, suffering greatly. They developed blisters on their hands, ached in their backs, and lay on the ground at night, too exhausted to move.

But none of them gave up.

Ning Rongrong stopped complaining, stopped swearing, and stopped throwing tantrums. She quietly did everything she could.

Xiao Wu did the same, keeping her head down and doing her work, not speaking, not looking at Yang Jian, occasionally stealing a glance at him, and then quickly lowering her head again.

Yang Jian noticed that the way they looked at her had changed.

It wasn't fear, nor resentment, but something indescribable, like anticipating something, yet also like being afraid of something—it was very strange.

He was a little puzzled, but didn't take it to heart.

Chapter 92 The Imperial Clan

One evening, the carriage entered Longxing City.

Longxing City is not large, much smaller than Tiandou City, but it is a border city with many merchants and mercenaries coming and going, making its streets much more lively than those of a typical small city.

Yang Jian didn't rush to book a hotel room.

He asked Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu to stop the carriage by the roadside, then got out and asked a passerby for directions to the Yu Clan.

"The Yu Clan, go south, cross two streets, and you'll see a gate with a rhinoceros painted on it." The passerby was very enthusiastic, pointing out the way and adding a few more words, "They're quite famous around here. The clan leader is called Niu Gao, a Soul Douluo, very powerful."

Yang Jian thanked him, returned to the carriage, and asked Ning Rongrong to drive the carriage to the gate of the Yu Clan.

The carriage stopped in front of a mansion.

The mansion was not large, but it was very grand.

The gate was black, and above the lintel was painted a golden rhinoceros, its head facing forward, its horns sharp and lifelike.

A lantern hangs on each side of the gate, with the character "御" (Yu) written on it.

Yang Jian jumped off the carriage and walked up the steps.

He reached out and knocked on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The door opened quickly.

An old man peeked out from under the door, looked Yang Jian up and down with a wary look in his eyes.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Niu Gao."

"Do you have an appointment?" The old man's tone was indifferent. "The clan chief is still resting. If you have an appointment, you can come in and sit down. I will inform him when he wakes up."

Yang Jian shook his head: "I didn't make an appointment, but I'm definitely going in today. Go tell Niu Gao that people from the Spirit Hall have come."

The old man's expression changed.

He naturally knew about the Spirit Hall, and even more so about the deep-seated blood feud between the Yu Clan and the Spirit Hall.

Fear flashed in his eyes, his lips trembled, and then he slammed the door shut.

"boom."

Yang Jian stood outside the door, neither following nor forcibly pushing it open.

He crossed his arms, leaned against the doorframe, and waited patiently.

The gatekeeper hurriedly ran into the depths of the mansion, passed through several corridors, and arrived at the door of Niu Gao's bedroom. He raised his hand and knocked hard on the door.

"Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!"

The knocking was urgent and loud, echoing in the quiet corridor.

Niu Gao was sound asleep when he was woken up by the knocking on the door. He was so angry that he threw off the covers and got out of bed.

He walked barefoot on the floor, strode to the door, opened it, and saw the doorman's deathly pale face, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

"Don't you know I'm sleeping? You'd better give me a reason today, or you'll go and get yourself a couple of whacks."

The gatekeeper trembled, his voice shaking: "Clan...Clan leader, someone has come from outside. He says he's from the Spirit Hall and wants to see you."

Niu Gao's pupils dilated instantly.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and the veins on his forehead bulging.

"Damn it, they actually found their way here!"

He was very flustered.

The Yu clan has a long-standing feud with the Spirit Hall. Over the years, he has led his clan in hiding, fearing that the Spirit Hall would come knocking on their door.

I never expected that after hiding for so many years, I would still be found.

He knew he couldn't escape today.

Even if he manages to escape, there are still so many of his clansmen. Can they all escape?

Niu Gao took a deep breath, suppressing his panic, and asked, "Who is this person? Are they powerful?"

The gatekeeper shook his head: "He looks to be only a teenager. He came in a carriage. I don't know exactly how capable he is."

Niu Gao breathed a sigh of relief.

How powerful can a teenager be?

He is a Soul Douluo, known for his defense. He could withstand two blows from a Title Douluo, let alone a little kid.

However, he quickly frowned again.

The other party arrived by carriage. Could there be other experts inside the carriage?

If there are a few powerful figures from the Spirit Hall hiding inside, then things will get complicated.

But since things had come to this, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

Niu Gao prayed in his heart, hoping it was just a hothead from the Spirit Hall who came alone.

"Go and have a look."