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

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but each one was interrupted by the sharp pain in his chest.

"Ah—!" Yang Wudi roared, his eyes wide with rage, as he gripped the blade of the three-pointed double-edged sword with both hands, trying to pull it out of his chest.

Blood gushed from between his fingers, flowing down the blade and dripping onto the ground, forming a small pool of blood.

His muscles bulged and veins stood out as he exerted all his strength, but the three-pointed double-edged sword remained motionless, like an iron stake driven into a rock.

"Oh."

With a flick of his wrist, Yang Jian sent the three-pointed double-edged sword spinning half a circle inside Yang Wudi's chest cavity, shredding his heart, his lungs, and everything else in his chest.

Then Yang Jian slashed the knife horizontally, splitting Yang Wudi's body apart from his chest, separating his upper and lower body.

"This……"

The middle-aged man with the goatee was completely dumbfounded.

He stood beside the table, mouth agape, eyes wide, chopsticks falling to the ground without him noticing.

He stared at the bloody mess on the ground, his mind blank.

The bald middle-aged man also stood frozen in place, his hands still in the same position where he had grabbed Yang Wudi, completely motionless as if he had been frozen in place.

too fast.

From the moment Yang Jian summoned the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword to the moment Yang Wudi was minced into meat, the entire process took less than a second.

They didn't even have time to react, and they didn't even see how Yang Jian made his move.

Yang Jian flicked the three-pointed double-edged sword, and the blood on the blade slid down the edge, seeping drop by drop into the cracks in the stone slabs on the ground.

He sheathed his knife, raised his head, and looked at the two stunned middle-aged men with a calm expression and a flat tone.

"Now that Yang Wudi is dead, you should be the leaders of the Po clan. So, do you want to agree to my request?"

The middle-aged man with the goatee swallowed.

He looked at the bloody mess on the ground, then at Yang Jian's calm face, unsure of what to say.

His mind was in turmoil, filled with fear, shock, confusion, and a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on.

The same goes for bald middle-aged men.

His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Yang Jian looked at them and sighed, knowing that the two needed time to process this, but he didn't have time to wait.

"I'm actually quite good to my subordinates." He said in a calm and unhurried tone, "As long as you lead the Po Clan to submit, I will help you resolve your grievances with the Spirit Hall. From now on, you will no longer have to hide, live in fear, or be afraid of the Spirit Hall coming to your door."

"Besides that, in that precious place I just mentioned, there is also a fragrant and exquisite fairy plant. If you perform well, I can give it to you as well."

The middle-aged man with the goatee almost popped his eyes out.

His voice trembled, "The Fragrant Silk Immortal Recipe...you...you're not kidding?"

The bald middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise, "It's actually the Fragrant Silk Fairy Product!"

Their minds were filled with the exquisite fragrance and divine delicacies; they didn't hear a thing else.

As high-ranking members of the Po clan, they naturally knew what the Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb was. It was a legendary immortal herb that was said to be able to cure all poisons, enhance soul power, strengthen the body, and even prolong life.

With the arrival of the Fragrant Silk Immortal Item, the Po Clan will surely grow rapidly, even surpassing its former glory and reaching an unimaginable status.

The middle-aged man with the goatee swallowed hard, looked down at Yang Wudi's unrecognizable body on the ground, and quickly made a mental calculation.

Yang Wudi is indeed the clan leader, but in recent years, the Po Yi clan has not made much progress under his leadership, and has even been on a downward trend.

Yang Wudi's personality is too strong, too stubborn, and too inflexible.

He refused to compromise with the Spirit Hall, refused to cooperate with other forces, and refused to let go of his hatred.

The Po clan has fewer and fewer assets and disciples, and even feeding themselves is becoming a problem.

Therefore, Yang Wudi's death is just that—a death.

Why care about the life or death of Yang Wudi if we can obtain the Fragrant Silk Immortal Item?

Moreover, he had long been dissatisfied with Yang Wudi.

What Tang Hao did back then caused all four single-attribute families to suffer.

He advocated surrendering, arguing that the Spirit Hall was too powerful and that resisting would only lead to certain death.

But Yang Wudi was stubborn and insisted on fighting the Spirit Hall to the death, which ultimately caused the Po Clan to suffer heavy losses and have to hide in the east and west without even a decent place to stay.

The many hardships he endured during this period left him holding his breath, but he dared not speak out because of Yang Wudi's strength.

Now that Yang Wudi is dead, he feels somewhat relieved.

The middle-aged man with the goatee made his decision, but still glanced at the bald middle-aged man next to him.

The two looked at each other and saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.

Without further hesitation, they clasped their hands in greeting, bowed, and spoke in unison with respect.

"We are willing to surrender to the Spirit Hall!"

Yang Jian nodded in satisfaction upon seeing this.

"Your decision is absolutely correct."

"but……"

He changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over the two men's faces, "Within the Po clan, there are definitely some die-hard loyalists of Yang Wudi. You know what to do, right?"

The middle-aged man with the goatee's eyes hardened.

He was an elder of the Broken Clan, and he knew exactly what everyone in the clan was thinking.

"I know!"

"I'll go and wipe out Yang Wudi's remaining followers in a moment, and I guarantee that everyone in the Po clan will willingly surrender to the Spirit Hall!"

His tone was decisive and ruthless, a stark contrast to his previous stuttering manner.

Yang Jian hummed in agreement and didn't say anything more, changing the subject.

"Hand over the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng."

The middle-aged man with the goatee nodded repeatedly.

He knew where the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng was kept.

Previously, it was the treasure of the Po clan, which Yang Wudi usually kept hidden away and wouldn't let anyone touch.

But now that Yang Wudi is dead, these rules should be changed.

He bent down and groped around on Yang Wudi's body, found a key, turned around and walked out of the hall, through the corridor, to the door of the storeroom, where he immediately inserted the key into the lock and turned it open.

Then the door opened, revealing a room filled with various medicinal herbs and alchemy tools, the air thick with the aroma of herbs.

He walked to the innermost shelf, took a wooden box from it, held it in his arms, and then quickly walked back to the hall.

"My lord, this is the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng." He handed the wooden box to Yang Jian with both hands, his posture respectful, and even changed his form of address.

Chapter 97 Preparing to Obtain the Sixth Soul Ring

Yang Jian took the wooden box and opened it.

The box was lined with a layer of red velvet, and on the velvet lay a ginseng.

The ginseng is small, only about the thickness of an adult's finger, but it is crystal clear and has a deep red luster.

Its shape is strange; unlike ordinary ginseng which branches out, it resembles a coiled dragon with a dragon's head, body, and tail, lifelike.

The ginseng whiskers are slender and dense, spreading out like dragon claws, each whisker gleaming with a dark red light.

Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, that's it.

Yang Jian closed the wooden box, put it into the storage soul tool, and looked up at the two people in front of him.

"Wait here for a while, and I'll have someone come to find you."

"Also, could you help me find out where the Min clan is? If you find any information, please let the people who come looking for you know."

The two nodded vigorously.

They had no doubt that Yang Jian was lying.

After all, someone who could kill Yang Wudi in one blow must have been at least a Title Douluo.

Putting aside the fact that such beings have no reason to lie to them, Yang Jian's demonstrated strength is enough to sweep away the entire Po clan.

If they want the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, or have some other ulterior motive, they should just be forceful. Why make promises to them here?

Yang Jian did not linger any longer. He turned and walked out of the hall, across the courtyard, pushed open the gate, and went down the steps.

The carriage remained stationary, with Ning Rongrong sitting in the driver's seat, idly fiddling with the reins.

Zhu Zhuqing lifted the carriage curtain and peeked out to look at him.

Xiao Wu sat next to Ning Rongrong, her head down, seemingly lost in thought.

"Let's go, let's just find any hotel."

Yang Jian boarded the carriage and sat down inside.

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.

She knew that Yang Jian was planning to rest in Dragon Hidden City.

No need to travel, no need to endure wind and rain, no need to sleep on the floor, no need to feed horses, no need to gather firewood, no need to wash vegetables or dishes.

She thought of all the hardships she had endured, the blisters on her hands, and the nights with aching back and sore waist. She longed to lie down on her soft bed and get a good night's sleep.

"Giddy up!" She raised the reins, gave them a gentle shake, and the carriage slowly started moving.

Her movements were practiced and natural; she was no longer the young lady who couldn't even hold the reins properly. This is what you call practice makes perfect.

……

Two days later.

In a luxurious king-size bed room at a hotel in Dragon Hidden City, Yang Jian opened his eyes.

He stretched, his bones making a slight cracking sound, and he felt completely refreshed.