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

Chapter 68 As fellow soul beasts, we empathize with each other.

Yang Jian stood between two dragon-shaped skeletons, feeling the intertwined power of ice and fire within his body, and shook his head helplessly.

"Ice Dragon King, Fire Dragon King, although your gifts are of little use to me, thank you nonetheless."

He spoke to the two skeletons in his mind, his voice echoing at the bottom of the spring, "In return, unless they are targets I need to hunt for spirit rings, I will give all spirit beasts a certain degree of leniency."

"Furthermore, I will also give Di Tian, ​​who is a dragon of the same origin as you, and Gu Yuena, who is an avatar of the Dragon God, three chances."

"Of course, this is only true if the situation is not particularly serious."

The light on the skeleton flickered slightly, as if in response, or perhaps as a final farewell.

Then, Yang Jian turned around and swam towards the surface of the water.

Emerging from the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, he channeled his soul power to evaporate the moisture from his body, which then vanished completely.

He put his clothes back on, walked through the poisonous miasma, and emerged from the valley, where he found Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu waiting on the outskirts of the miasma.

Zhu Zhuqing leaned against a big tree, listlessly fiddling with her hair.

Xiao Wu squatted on a nearby rock, hugging her knees with both hands, staring blankly into the distance.

Yang Jian walked over, took out an ice-blue immortal herb from his storage soul tool, and handed it to Zhu Zhuqing.

"Narcissus Jade Skin and Bone, this is a good thing, you should absorb it."

They also told her how to take it.

Zhu Zhuqing took the herb and looked down at it.

The petals are crystal clear, as if sculpted from ice, and exude a faint coolness.

Without hesitation, she nodded, sat cross-legged on the spot, and put the Narcissus Jade Bone into her mouth.

Yang Jian stood to the side, arms crossed, watching quietly.

At this moment, Xiao Wu's gaze fell on the immortal herb, and her pupils contracted slightly.

As a soft-boned rabbit with a cultivation level of 100,000 years, although she did not recognize what it was, she could still see the immense energy contained within it.

Such treasures are absolutely invaluable to Soul Masters.

Yang Jian just casually gave it to Zhu Zhuqing?

She lowered her head, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Half an hour later, Zhu Zhuqing opened her eyes.

Her face was full of surprise, and her eyes shone brightly.

She stood up, clenched her fist, and felt the surging soul power within her body. Her voice trembled with excitement.

"Yang Jian, my soul power has increased significantly. Although I'm still at level 30, I feel that if I absorb the third soul ring, I can at least reach level 35."

She walked up to Yang Jian, her eyes reddening, and thanked him repeatedly.

First, she received the soul bone, then the cultivation technique, and now she has been given such a precious immortal herb.

She knew she had chosen the right person to follow; Yang Jian could truly help her become stronger.

She truly didn't know how to repay such a great kindness.

Yang Jian waved his hand casually and turned to walk into the depths of the forest.

"Let's go, I'll take you to hunt for your third spirit ring."

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.

Xiao Wu also stood up from the rock and reluctantly followed behind.

Yang Jian unleashed his mental power, quickly scanning the Sunset Forest.

His mental power now covers a very wide area, and in a short while, he locked onto a target.

He walked in that direction, through a dense forest, and came to a stream.

A black, cat-like spirit beast was lying by the stream drinking water. It was the size of a leopard, with glossy black fur and long, powerful limbs.

Its ears are pointed and long, its pupils are vertical lines, and its whole body exudes a dark aura.

"You're the one."

Yang Jian walked over slowly. The Shadow Cat sensed the danger, suddenly raised its head, arched its body, and let out a low growl.

It could sense that this human was dangerous and probably stronger than itself. It tried to run away, but before it could turn around, a fist had already landed on it.

"Bang."

The Shadow Cat let out a miserable cry, flew backward, crashed into a large tree behind it, and collapsed on the ground, barely alive.

Yang Jian withdrew his fist and turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing.

"Kill it and absorb its spirit ring."

Zhu Zhuqing walked to the Shadow Cat's side and drew a short dagger from her waist.

She looked down at the dying soul beast, hesitated for a moment, and then turned to look at Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian, my third spirit ring will only need a little over a thousand years. A three-thousand-year one probably won't do; I'm afraid I'll explode and die."

"You've cultivated the Two-Nine Arcane Technique, and your physical strength is already comparable to a Soul Master. There's absolutely no problem," Yang Jian said calmly. "Hurry up, I have other things to do."

Zhu Zhuqing looked at him and nodded.

She believed in Yang Jian and trusted this young man from the bottom of her heart; she was sure that what he said was true.

Without further hesitation, Zhu Zhuqing crouched down and plunged a knife into the head of the Shadow Cat.

"Meow!"

The Shadow Cat twitched a few times before finally succumbing to its life force.

A purple spirit ring slowly rose from the corpse.

Zhu Zhuqing sat down cross-legged and began absorbing the soul ring.

Xiao Wu stood to the side, looking at the corpse of the Shadow Cat, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes.

As a fellow soul beast, she empathized with him.

Yang Jian noticed her change in mood and sneered.

"You can barely take care of yourself, yet you still have the leisure to care about this beast. You're really carefree."

Xiao Wu shuddered and her body trembled slightly.

She bit her lip tightly and didn't say a word.

Yang Jian's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over her head, making her worry about her future once again.

Another half hour passed, and Zhu Zhuqing finished absorbing the soul ring and stood up from the ground.

Her face was full of smiles.

"Yang Jian, I'm level 35 now, and my cultivation speed seems to have improved as well."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, without asking Zhu Zhuqing what soul skill she had acquired.

He doesn't care at all.

He immediately turned and walked out of the Sunset Forest.

"Well----"

Zhu Zhuqing's smile faded slightly.

She felt that she was not important at all in Yang Jian's eyes.

I felt a little frustrated.

But in the end, he said nothing.

She bit her lip and quickly followed Yang Jian.

Xiao Wu followed behind reluctantly.

It was already late when we returned to the town.

Yang Jian arrived at the hotel where Ning Rongrong was staying and went to the front desk.

"Two rooms."

The receptionist glanced at him, then at the three girls behind him, her gaze lingering on Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu.

He lowered his head and checked into the hotel.

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes darted around.

Two rooms, three people.

Does Yang Jian mean he wants to share a room with me?

As she thought of this, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, and her heart beat a little faster.

Yang Jian took the key and handed one to Zhu Zhuqing.

"You and Xiaowu will share a room. Take good care of this little rabbit."

Zhu Zhuqing's lips immediately fell into a slump.

She looked at Yang Jian, her eyes filled with disappointment.

Yang Jian still held the key, and although he noticed Zhu Zhuqing's expression, he didn't pay it any mind.

Previously, he felt very tired because he had received gifts from the Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King, so he did not plan to cultivate tonight and had to sleep.

Therefore, he couldn't keep an eye on Xiao Wu all the time, worrying that she would sneak away at night.

Although the probability of this is almost zero, and Xiao Wu probably wouldn't dare to do it, she still needs to be more cautious.

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