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

Chapter 55 The Little Scoundrel Has Finally Arrived

Yang Jian was a little confused.

He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the door.

I don't know why Zhu Zhuqing is standing at my door.

I was just about to get out of bed and go open the door to ask.

The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away.

No, why did you leave again?

Yang Jian felt puzzled, but he didn't bother to investigate, because Zhu Zhuqing's hesitant manner just now suggested that she didn't intend to harm him.

He shrugged, puzzled, closed his eyes again, and continued to circulate the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique.

Two hours later, the sky gradually brightened.

Yang Jian finished his cultivation, got out of bed, and stretched his muscles.

The bones made a slight crackling sound, and I felt completely comfortable.

He walked out of the room, went to Zhu Zhuqing's door, and knocked.

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

The door opened quickly.

Zhu Zhuqing was already dressed, her black bodysuit outlining her exquisite curves, her long hair draped over her shoulders, and her face showing a hint of languor from just waking up.

She glanced at Yang Jian, said nothing, and silently walked out to stand beside him.

Yang Jian went to knock on Ning Rongrong's door again.

After knocking several times, a muffled murmur finally came from inside.

"Who is it?!"

"get up."

"Okay, okay—" Ning Rongrong's voice was clearly grumpy from being woken up, as she muttered, "What time is it? I haven't had enough sleep yet—"

Yang Jian was too lazy to wait for her and turned to leave.

Zhu Zhuqing followed silently.

When Ning Rongrong came out of the room, Yang Jian had already reached the stairwell.

She hadn't even had time to comb her hair, and her clothes were just thrown on haphazardly. Looking at Yang Jian's back, she stomped her feet in anger.

"How can you be like this! You're so heartless!"

Yang Jian didn't even turn his head.

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and followed.

The three of them randomly picked a breakfast stall on the street and had a simple meal.

Ning Rongrong kept a straight face the whole time, poking at the buns in her bowl with her chopsticks, looking like she had suffered a great injustice.

Yang Jian ate quickly, and got up as soon as she put down her chopsticks.

"Set off."

"Where to?"

"Star Town".

The distance from Soto City to Star Town is not short.

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Yang Jian walked at the front, his pace neither fast nor slow, but each step was steady.

His breathing was steady, his complexion was normal, and he hadn't broken a sweat even after walking all day.

Zhu Zhuqing followed behind, silently gritting her teeth and persevering.

Ning Rongrong was in a much worse state.

She was a support-type Soul Master, and her physical abilities were not as good as other Soul Masters. After running for most of the day, her legs felt like they were filled with lead, and she was trembling with every step.

She was soaked in sweat, her light green dress clung to her body, and her hair was wet.

If it weren't for her image, she would have plopped down on the ground long ago.

Yang Jian never looked back at her once.

Ning Rongrong felt incredibly wronged, but her stubborn nature prevented her from asking for help. She could only grit her teeth and follow along step by step, cursing Yang Jian a hundred times in her heart.

As night fell, the three finally arrived at Star Town.

Xingdou Town is not large, but because it is adjacent to Xingdou Great Forest, it is frequented by Soul Masters and is much more prosperous than ordinary towns.

The streets were lined with shops, brightly lit, and bustling with activity.

Yang Jian randomly picked a hotel that looked fairly clean and went inside.

"Three rooms."

The receptionist was a young woman. She glanced at Yang Jian, blushed slightly, and hurriedly took out three keys.

Yang Jian paid the money, tossed a key to Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong respectively, and then went to his room.

Zhu Zhuqing took the key and silently walked towards her room.

Ning Rongrong stood alone in the corridor, looking at Yang Jian's tightly closed door, her small chest heaving violently with anger, gritting her teeth.

As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she was pampered and loved from a young age.

Anyone who meets her will be greeted with a smile, if not extremely enthusiastic.

Unlike Yang Jian, who ignored her from beginning to end.

Ning Rongrong snorted coldly, pushed open the door, and went inside.

She vowed to win over Yang Jian!

For the next few days, Yang Jian stayed in his room cultivating.

To be precise, it's about honing one's mental strength.

Mental strength is also crucial for absorbing a 100,000-year-old soul ring.

His physical strength was already sufficient, but his previous mental strength was only comparable to that of a Soul Douluo, which was not enough to absorb a 100,000-year Soul Ring.

These past few days, he has been fully engaged in the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique to temper the essence of his soul.

The effect is also very significant.

On the morning of the sixth day, Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes.

He assessed his own mental strength and nodded in satisfaction.

As for reaching the level of a Title Douluo.

He stood up, walked to the window, and opened it.

The morning sunlight streamed in, bringing a touch of warmth.

Yang Jian took a deep breath and unleashed his mental power.

An invisible spiritual force spread in all directions like a tide, covering the entire Star Town.

The actions of pedestrians on the street, vendors in shops, and guests in hotels were all clearly presented in his mind.

Then he smiled.

A group of people were shopping in front of a supply shop on the east side of Xingdou Town.

Zhao Wuji, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Oscar, and Yu Xiaogang.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun are not here; they must be too badly injured and have stayed at Shrek Academy.

"The little scoundrel has finally arrived."

Yang Jian's lips curled up slightly.

He wasn't in a hurry to make a move.

There's no benefit in making a move now.

It would be more interesting to make a move after the Shrek Seven Devils enter the Star Dou Great Forest and Tang San obtains the external soul bone, the Eight Spider Lances.

Yang Jian withdrew his mental energy, pushed open the door, and prepared to have breakfast.

The door to the next room was also pushed open at that moment.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong came out together.

These past few days, they've been staying in the same room.

Yang Jian didn't ask about the specific reasons, nor did he care.

The two men reacted very differently when they saw Yang Jian.

Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly and greeted her, "Good morning."

Then, she quickly broke free from Ning Rongrong and stood beside Yang Jian.

Zhu Zhuqing was getting annoyed. For the past few days, Ning Rongrong had been pestering her with all sorts of questions, such as why she chose to follow Yang Jian and whether she was Yang Jian's woman.

She never answered, always giving perfunctory replies.

If they weren't unaware of Yang Jian's specific attitude, they probably would have already beaten Ning Rongrong up.

"cut."

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing avoiding her like the plague, Ning Rongrong felt a surge of displeasure, but she didn't show it on her face. She forced a smile and walked to Yang Jian's other side.

Ning Rongrong looked up at him: "Yang Jian, we've been here for days, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Yang Jian smiled faintly and did not answer.

"Let's go downstairs for breakfast."

He turned and walked toward the stairs.

Zhu Zhuqing followed silently.

Ning Rongrong stood there, watching Yang Jian's retreating figure, stomping her feet in anger.

She felt that Yang Jian did not respect her.

These past few days, Yang Jian has completely ignored her and stayed in his room all day.

She didn't even have a chance to get close.

She was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!

But the more this happened, the stronger Ning Rongrong's competitive spirit became.

She snorted and followed after him.