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

Someone dropped their rice bowl and it shattered on the ground.

Someone covered their mouth, their eyes wide open.

Some people's legs went weak, and they collapsed to the ground, trembling all over.

"Chieftain..."

"No, it's impossible..."

"The clan leader is dead..."

Several hot-blooded young men, their eyes red, wanted to rush forward, but were held back by those around them.

The people who held them back weren't afraid they couldn't win, but rather that they would die needlessly.

The clan leader is the strongest member of the Yu clan, an 82-level Soul Douluo. Even the clan leader couldn't withstand a single strike from that young man. What could they possibly do if they went up there?

Some of the more timid youths began to run away.

Some ran to the backyard, some ran to the side gate, and some climbed over the wall.

No one stopped them, and no one had the intention of stopping them.

Yang Jian didn't look at the fleeing people. He sheathed his three-pointed double-edged sword, and the blood on the blade slid down the edge, seeping into the soil drop by drop.

He stood beside Niu Gao's body, glanced down at it, and his expression remained unchanged.

Then he turned around and walked into the residence of the Yu clan.

The door closed behind him.

……

Fifteen minutes later, the door reopened.

Yang Jian walked out, his expression calm, showing no joy or anger, no fatigue, nothing at all. He crossed the street and walked towards the luxurious carriage by the roadside.

Yang Jian boarded the carriage, lifted the curtain, and sat inside.

Inside the carriage, Zhu Zhuqing leaned back on the seat cushion, while Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu sat opposite her.

The three of them remained silent, and the atmosphere in the carriage was somewhat somber.

"Ning Rongrong".

"Hmm?" Ning Rongrong looked up at him.

"Now we're rushing to Dragon Hidden City."

Ning Rongrong had many questions. She wanted to know what Yang Jian had done inside, why he had gone to Dragon Hidden City, and how much longer they had to travel.

But looking at Yang Jian's calm face, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

She nodded, lifted the curtain, sat in the driver's seat, grabbed the reins, and gave them a gentle shake.

Chapter 94 The Destroyer Clan

"drive."

The carriage started slowly, the sound of the horses' hooves was crisp and rhythmic, and the wheels made a rolling sound as they rolled over the stone road.

Xiao Wu knew she was in the way, so she went outside and sat down next to Ning Rongrong.

Inside the carriage, Zhu Zhuqing looked at Yang Jian sitting next to her, her nose twitched slightly, and she smelled a faint smell of blood, so faint that ordinary people could not smell it at all.

However, she had cultivated the Two Nine Mysterious Techniques, making her five senses much more acute than ordinary people. In addition, the Netherworld Cat Martial Soul could enhance her sense of smell, so the bloody smell could not escape her nose.

She didn't ask Yang Jian what he had done at the Yu Clan, nor did she ask why he smelled of blood. She simply sat quietly beside him, looking at the scenery outside the window, without saying a word.

Yang Jian leaned back on the cushion, closed his eyes, and began to think about what to do next.

Dragon Hidden City, the Broken Clan.

The Po clan is the most useful; they are proficient in pharmacology, can refine pills, and can make various medicinal liquids, making them among the best in the entire continent.

Now he has mastered the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire, where countless rare and precious herbs grow.

Although Yue Guan understands flowers and plants, he is a Title Douluo and cannot stay in the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well forever.

Someone will need to take care of that medicinal herb garden in the future, and the Broken Clan is the best choice.

It would be even better if we could recruit Yang Wudi.

But that's probably unrealistic.

Among the four single-attribute families, if we were to ask who hates the Spirit Hall the most, it would undoubtedly be the Breaking Clan.

Yang Wudi's younger brother, Yang Wushuang, betrayed the Po clan and joined the Spirit Hall. This matter has always been a thorn in Yang Wudi's side, something he can neither remove nor swallow.

He hated Yang Wushuang, and he also hated the Spirit Hall.

The possibility of getting someone who has hated the Spirit Hall for decades to submit to it is almost zero.

Yang Jian sighed, realizing that the only solution to deal with Yang Wudi was to kill him.

But thinking about it, it doesn't really matter; as long as the other members of the Broken Clan can be subdued, that's fine.

Yang Wudi was indeed the patriarch of the Po clan, but he died, while the Po clan still exists.

As long as the treasured books of the Po clan are still there, it's not impossible to cultivate another Yang Wudi.

As for the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, that's a good thing too, we have to get our hands on it.

As Yang Jian pondered this in his mind, he unconsciously closed his eyes.

……

The carriage traveled on the official road for half a month.

For the past two weeks, life has remained the same as before.

Wandering around, stopping frequently, enjoying the scenery.

Yang Jian practiced the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts during the day and guided Zhu Zhuqing in her cultivation at night. Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu continued to serve as free laborers, driving the carriage, setting up camp, gathering firewood, washing vegetables and dishes, and feeding the horses.

One day at noon, the carriage entered Dragon Hidden City.

Dragon Hidden City is larger than Dragon Rising City, but not as large as Heaven Fighting City or Martial Soul City.

The streets are wide and tidy, lined with shops on both sides, and there are just the right number of pedestrians—neither deserted nor bustling.

The city wall is made of blue bricks and has been there for many years. The surface of the wall is covered with moss, and the two large characters "Long Yin" are engraved above the city gate.

Yang Jian lifted the car curtain, glanced at the street scene outside the window, then leaned back on the seat and rubbed his temples.

He was a little tired.

It's not that I'm physically tired.

Having cultivated the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, his physical strength far surpassed that of ordinary people; he could fight continuously for three days and three nights without getting tired.

Although he had been traveling for the past two weeks and had to find time to guide Zhu Zhuqing's cultivation, his body remained energetic and showed no signs of fatigue.

It's the mental exhaustion that's tiring.

I've been constantly on the move, constantly thinking, and constantly planning.

If your brain is constantly working, you'll feel tired after a while.

Yang Jian decided that after dealing with the Po clan, he must rest for two days in Dragon Hidden City, get a good night's sleep, and not think about or do anything.

"Ning Rongrong, do you know where the Broken Clan is? Why don't you stop and ask for directions?" Yang Jian asked.

“I asked around. Go north, cross two streets, and you’ll see a courtyard with two big locust trees in front of it.” Ning Rongrong’s voice came from outside the carriage curtain, with a hint of pride. “I asked someone as soon as I entered the city, so it didn’t take much time.”

Yang Jian raised an eyebrow slightly.

He hadn't expected that Ning Rongrong had already found out the way.

During this period of travel, Ning Rongrong was the one who did most of the work.

She became increasingly adept and skilled at finding her way, asking for directions, planning her itinerary, and dealing with the inns along the way.

The carriage moved slowly along the streets of the northern city. After passing two streets, it came to a courtyard with two large locust trees planted at the entrance.

The locust tree is lush and leafy, its canopy like two large umbrellas, shading half of the street in front of the door.

The courtyard wall is made of blue bricks, neither too high nor too low, and is covered with vines.

The gate was black, and there was no plaque above it, but the steps at the entrance were polished smooth, indicating that people frequently came and went.

"We've arrived." Ning Rongrong stopped the car and called out to the passenger compartment.

Yang Jian lifted the carriage curtain and stepped down.

He stood beside the car, glanced at the two large locust trees, then at the black gate, and then turned to look at Ning Rongrong.

"Well done."

Ning Rongrong was stunned.

She looked at Yang Jian, blinking her big eyes as if to make sure she hadn't misheard.

Did Yang Jian praise her?

Yang Jian actually praised her?

A smile blossomed on her face, her eyes crinkling into crescents, her lips curving upwards, and her whole being radiant with joy.

"It's what I should do!"

Her voice was clear and loud, tinged with barely suppressed excitement.

Sitting next to Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu watched this scene and felt a strange, indescribable feeling welling up inside her. Looking at Ning Rongrong's happy expression when she was praised, and then at Yang Jian's calm face, she suddenly felt a little envious.

She shook her head, quickly dispelling certain thoughts from her mind.

Yang Jian took in their expressions, raised an eyebrow, and didn't take them to heart. He turned to look at the carriage and said to Zhu Zhuqing, "Stay in the carriage."

Then he turned and walked toward the black door.

"Be careful." Zhu Zhuqing's voice came from inside the carriage, soft and gentle.

Yang Jian didn't turn around, he just waved his hand.

He walked up the steps and knocked on the door.