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

His golden crown was askew, his hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in ash, making him look as wretched as a pig that had crawled out of a mud pit.

He finally realized that this seemingly young boy was incredibly powerful.

To be able to make the ground tremble with a single stomp, one must be at least a Contra-level expert.

In Tiandou City, such people are few and far between, and each one is a big shot.

"avalanche."

Yang Jian turned around, walked to Xue Beng, and looked down at him.

Xue Beng looked up at Yang Jian's calm face, and a deep fear welled up in his heart.

Yang Jian looked at him and shook her head.

"Why did you have to be so reckless? I wasn't even going to argue with you, but you just had to keep trying to get attention. Did you think you could fool Xue Qinghe by acting like a spoiled brat?"

Avalanche's pupils suddenly contracted.

His mind went blank, and his ears were ringing.

His biggest secret was his act of pretending to be a playboy.

Only he and Prince Xuexing knew this; even his father, the emperor, was unaware.

How did this boy know?

He was terrified; his face was deathly pale, his lips were purple, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

He wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

He could only sit slumped on the ground, trembling, like a lamb to the slaughter.

Yang Jian looked at his trembling appearance and felt bored.

Although he was pretending to be a playboy, in essence, Avalanche was also a good-for-nothing.

Lacking strength, background, and powerful connections, he can only rely on feigning madness to save his life.

He disdained to lay a hand on such trash.

Yang Jian turned and left, his figure disappearing at the end of the street.

The avalanche collapsed to the ground and didn't get up for a long time.

Yang Jian's words kept replaying in his mind.

"Do you think you can fool Xue Qinghe by pretending to be a playboy?"

He did not know that Xue Qinghe was Qian Renxue.

All he knew was that Xue Qinghe was watching him and looking for something to do with him.

If Xue Qinghe knew that he was pretending to be a playboy, and that he wasn't actually a good-for-nothing, then only death awaited him.

The avalanche shuddered, got up from the ground, and stumbled away.

……

Blue Tyrant Academy is located in the west of Tiandou City. It occupies a large area and has a quiet environment.

The academy's main gate was white, and two gatekeepers stood at the entrance, one fat and one thin, wearing blue uniforms and with serious expressions.

Yang Jian walked up the steps, but the gatekeeper reached out to stop him.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I want to see Liu Erlong."

Yang Jian's tone was very calm.

The portly doorman sized him up and asked, "Who are you? Do you have an appointment?"

Yang Jian thought for a moment and then revealed his identity: "Yang Jian, Spirit Hall."

The fat doorman's expression changed.

The Spirit Hall, while not a taboo in the Heaven Dou Empire, is certainly not a positive term.

He dared not be negligent; the people of the Spirit Hall were not to be trifled with.

He nodded quickly and ran into the academy.

The thin doorman stood at the door, watching Yang Jian warily, afraid that he would do something outrageous.

Soon, the portly doorman returned, followed by a female teacher.

The female teacher was in her thirties, wearing a blue robe, with a ponytail, and had a pretty face and a capable demeanor.

She glanced at Yang Jian and nodded.

"Come with me, the dean is waiting for you."

Yang Jian followed behind her, passing through the teaching building, the playground, and a bamboo forest, until they arrived at a courtyard filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

The courtyard is small, but very exquisite.

The ground is paved with bluestone, shaded by green trees, and flower beds are planted with all kinds of unknown flowers, red, white and purple, vying for beauty.

In the very center of the courtyard stood a pavilion, and inside sat a woman.

The woman looked to be in her thirties, tall and slender, with long, jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders, a pretty face, and fair skin.

She was wearing a long, dark black dress and holding a book, which she was flipping through.

Liu Erlong, the dean of Lanba Academy, Yu Luomian's illegitimate daughter, and Yu Xiaogang's...girlfriend?

The female teacher walked to the pavilion and bowed in greeting.

"Dean, the person has been brought."

Liu Erlong raised his head, his gaze falling on Yang Jian, and looked him up and down.

Her eyes held a mixture of scrutiny, wariness, and curiosity. She then waved her hand, signaling the female teacher to leave.

The female teacher turned and left, her footsteps fading into the distance.

Liu Erlong pointed to the stone bench opposite.

"sit."

Yang Jian didn't stand on ceremony and sat down casually.

He picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and then put it down.

Liu Erlong frowned slightly, not expecting this young man to be so familiar with the place, as if this were his home.

But she didn't say anything, she just watched him quietly.

"What do you want with me?" Liu Erlong's voice was calm, but with a hint of coldness. "Or is it that the Spirit Hall wants to see me?"

"Let me make this clear: Blue Tyrant Academy will not submit to the Spirit Hall. I have already refused the Spirit Hall once. If you're still here for this reason, you can leave now."

Liu Erlong's attitude was not good.

Because of Yu Xiaogang, she also had a bad impression of the Spirit Hall.

Of course, even without Yu Xiaogang's involvement, Blue Tyrant Academy would never have submitted to the Spirit Hall.

She focuses on education for ordinary people, enrolling children from ordinary families, and even orphans who have been homeless since childhood.

If the Spirit Hall intervenes... in other words, if the Spirit Hall under Bibi Dong's control intervenes, it's hard to guarantee that things won't turn out differently.

Those ordinary children might become cannon fodder for the Spirit Hall, might be brainwashed, or might lose their freedom.

She didn't want to see that day.

"..."

Yang Jian remained silent, picked up his teacup, and took another sip.

His gaze lingered on Liu Erlong for a moment as he pondered how to deal with her.

His current thinking has completely abandoned emotion and become entirely rational.

From his perspective, most of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members hadn't provoked him, and those spineless cowards wouldn't pose a threat to him, so there was no need to kill them all.

The Haotian Sect is different.

Perhaps influenced by their martial spirit, most of them are tough guys with an iron will, unyielding and single-minded.

If they are not completely eradicated, they will definitely become a major threat in the future.

Chapter 171 Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School

"Dean Liu."

As Yang Jian was thinking, a group of students ran in from outside the courtyard.

There were boys and girls, all teenagers, wearing Blue Tyrant Academy uniforms, with youthful smiles on their faces.

They surrounded Liu Erlong, chattering away and asking questions.

"Dean, please take a look at my soul skill, is it correct?"

"Dean, please teach me how to condense soul power more quickly."

"Dean, I felt some pain in my meridians while cultivating yesterday. Could you please take a look and see if there's a problem?"

A gentle smile appeared on Liu Erlong's face as she patiently answered questions and guided him step by step, her eyes filled with love and care.

Those trainees were all from ordinary backgrounds; some had lost their parents at a young age, some came from impoverished families, and some had been homeless since childhood.

They were picked up by Liu Erlong from the street, dug out of the garbage dump, and rescued from the hands of the bullies.

She gave these children a home, a place where they could cultivate in peace, and an opportunity to change their destiny.

Yang Jian watched this scene, and a slight thought stirred in his heart.

He recalled his childhood days in Huangyu Village, his brother getting up before dawn every day to work, and his sister always saving the best food for him.

He thought of the villagers who had helped him, of Wang Hegui, and of Yueguan.

A vague feeling suddenly rose in his heart, not one of being moved or warmed, but rather a faint sense of nostalgia.

He stood up and nodded to Liu Erlong.