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

Chapter 48 Yang Jian's Self-Introduction

At this moment, in the Shrek Academy cafeteria.

Five people are eating around a long table.

Dinner was simple: whole grains, wild vegetables, and a meat broth with no trace of meat.

Sitting in the very center was a boy in blue, who looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old. He had an ordinary face, at most a little better looking than the passerby Shen.

He sat upright, ate at a leisurely pace, and his blue hair was neatly combed back, revealing a slightly youthful face.

Tang San.

Sitting next to Tang San was a girl with a scorpion-tail braid, wearing a pink dress, with fair skin, delicate features, and a pair of bright and lively eyes.

She ate with much more gusto than Tang San, her mouth stuffed full, her cheeks bulging like a little hamster.

Xiao Wu.

Sitting opposite Xiao Wu was a girl with long, flowing hair, an outstanding temperament, and an oval face as delicate as a porcelain doll.

She wore a light green dress, and her every move exuded the elegance of a well-bred lady. However, upon closer inspection, one could still see the arrogance hidden deep in her eyes.

Ning Rongrong.

Next to Ning Rongrong sat a handsome young man, but he was a bit unkempt with messy hair. He was secretly glancing at Ning Rongrong with a mixture of admiration and inferiority in his eyes.

Oscars.

At the end of the long table sat a girl in black, with black hair and black eyes, and a cold expression, like an iceberg that never melts.

She kept her head down, quietly eating her rice, seemingly oblivious to everything around her.

Zhu Zhuqing.

"Everyone, please stop for a moment!"

Flander pushed open the cafeteria door and led Yang Jian inside.

He clapped his hands and announced in a loud voice, "Let me introduce you to a new student!"

The five people looked up at the same time, their gazes falling on Yang Jian behind Flander.

Tang San put down his fork, glanced at Yang Jian, and silently assessed the situation.

This person is tall and slender, handsome, and has an extraordinary demeanor. He doesn't look very old, so he must be a new student.

However, he did not show any particular change in expression.

Xiao Wu's gaze lingered on Yang Jian for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly.

She noticed it keenly.

The boy seemed to be looking at me strangely.

That look didn't seem like it was looking at a person; it was more like it was sizing up some prey.

She even had a feeling that everything about her had been seen through by the other party.

Xiao Wu felt very uncomfortable and subconsciously moved closer to Tang San.

Ning Rongrong also noticed Yang Jian's gaze. He seemed to be observing her, with a faint smile on his lips.

Ning Rongrong's eyes darted around, and a thought arose in her mind.

Could this handsome guy be interested in me?

She looked at Yang Jian's incredibly handsome face and wasn't disgusted by it. He was handsome, had a good temperament, and looked to be about the same age as her.

If it's a Battle Soul Master, they are powerful, have a good personality, and always have their way—

Ning Rongrong's lips curled up slightly; she didn't mind giving Yang Jian a chance to pursue her.

Oscar's attention was always on Ning Rongrong.

He saw Ning Rongrong staring intently at Yang Jian, and his heart felt like it had been filled with jealousy, a sour feeling that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

He looked at Yang Jian's appearance, then touched his own unshaven face, and felt a sense of helplessness welling up inside him. He considered whether he should shave his beard tomorrow and dress up a bit.

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at Yang Jian casually before looking away and continuing to eat her meal.

She wasn't interested in these things; who came and who left was none of her concern.

"Ahem!"

Flander coughed twice, cleared his throat, and was about to introduce Yang Jian when he realized he didn't know Yang Jian's name at all.

He hadn't even asked the other person's name since they met, which made him feel a little awkward.

"Why don't you introduce yourself?"

Flanders patted Yang Jian on the shoulder.

Yang Jian nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the five people. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"My name is Yang Jian, but I can't say where I'm from."

"I just turned twelve this year. I recently broke through level fifty. I'm a power-attack type, and I haven't obtained my fifth spirit ring yet."

"He can barely be considered a Soul King."

The words fell.

The entire cafeteria fell silent for a moment.

At that moment, disbelief and incredulity were written all over everyone's face.

Seeing the questioning looks from the crowd, Flander said with certainty, "Yang Jian is indeed level 50, there's no mistake about that, I checked it myself before."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions turned blank.

They knew that Frank wouldn't lie about something like this.

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

Twelve years old?

Level 50?

He gasped, his face filled with disbelief.

Keep in mind that he possesses innate full soul power, twin martial souls, and the Xuan Tian Gong (Mysterious Heaven Skill) to aid his cultivation, yet he is only at level twenty-nine.

He used to think he was a genius, and his respected teacher also said he was a genius, but now suddenly someone his age has appeared, but whose cultivation level has reached level fifty.

He suddenly became somewhat dazed.

"hiss!"

Xiao Wu's mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were wide open. How did this guy cultivate?

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.

A twelve-year-old Soul King, and a power-attack type at that!

She was a direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

The men of the future must be Soul Masters.

This is a mandatory requirement.

Yang Jian not only fit her aesthetic preferences, but also perfectly met the requirements of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, making him the ideal partner.

She suddenly felt that only someone like him was worthy of her.

He even started to imagine what his father's expression would be if he brought Yang Jian back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

What expressions will Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone have?

They will definitely be very happy, and may even look at themselves with new respect, praising themselves for their good taste.

Thinking this, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but laugh, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

Oscar noticed Ning Rongrong's change in expression and felt even more heartbroken.

Zhu Zhuqing put down her chopsticks.

She looked up and gazed at Yang Jian seriously for the first time.

I am also twelve years old this year, but I am only in the 27th grade.

How did this boy do it?

Is there some special cultivation method?

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes deepened.

Over the years, because she was too weak, she was repeatedly hunted down by her sister's men. When she finally found Dai Mubai, he was always out chasing after women and didn't take her seriously at all.

She really wants to become stronger.

I desperately want to be strong enough to control my own destiny.

perhaps----

Can this boy help me?

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze lingered on Yang Jian for a long time.

I made a decision in my heart.

She planned to get to know Yang Jian better, and then find an opportunity to ask him how to become stronger.

No matter the cost.

She's willing to do anything.