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

A twelve-year-old Soul Emperor? Seriously, even if he started cultivating in the womb, it's impossible!

What a joke!

Moreover, the child said he was a commoner from a small fishing village.

Can such geniuses emerge from ordinary people?

Meng Shenji didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart. He thought that a commoner's child, without resources, good meditation methods, or guidance from a famous teacher, could not possibly cultivate to the Soul Emperor level within six years, no matter how talented he was.

However, he was, after all, a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse with keen insight. He could sense the faint fluctuations of soul power around Yang Jian, fluctuations that no ordinary soul master could emit.

Level 50 is definitely possible, and it might even be higher.

A surge of excitement welled up in Meng Shenji's heart. He suddenly stood up, and the chair slid backward, making a screeching sound.

He walked around the table and stood in front of Yang Jian, his eyes shining with an astonishing light.

"Young friend Yang Jian, if I may ask, have you joined any academy?"

Yang Jian looked at him and shook her head.

Meng Shenji's breathing quickened, and he rubbed his hands together, trying to make his tone sound calm.

"So, do you want to join the Heaven Dou Royal Academy? I guarantee that as long as you join, the Heaven Dou Royal Academy will give you the greatest support in terms of resources. The best meditation methods, the best training rooms, the best soul bone quotas—whatever you want, as long as the academy has it, we will give you priority."

Bai Baoshan also stood up, walked to Yang Jian, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and looked eager.

"Young man, don't listen to Lao Meng. What he said is all nonsense. I'm telling you the truth: if you come to the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, I, Bai Baoshan, will personally be your instructor!"

Zhilin pushed up his glasses and slowly said, "The teaching staff of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy is the strongest in the entire Heaven Dou Empire. If you join us, your future prospects will be limitless. Moreover, the academy will provide you with a title and fiefdom. As long as you perform well enough, you can start as a baron."

Titles and fiefs.

These are things that ordinary people would never even dare to dream of.

The three of them, Meng Shenji, Meng Shenji, and Meng Shenji, took turns making promises that were getting bigger and bigger, as if they were afraid that Yang Jian would be snatched away by the other party.

Xue Qinghe sat to the side the whole time, listening to the promises of the three education commissioners, a gentle smile always on his lips.

But she didn't rush to speak. She waited until the three education commissioners had finished speaking before she coughed lightly.

“Three members of the Education Commission, Young Brother Yang is here to see me today. Let’s set aside other matters for now.”

Chapter 88 Is this your way of treating guests?

Upon hearing this, the eagerness on the faces of Meng Shenji and the other two froze for a moment, then they realized what was happening and nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, Your Highness is right. We were the ones who lost our composure." Meng Shenji smiled and returned to his seat, wiping the fine sweat from his forehead.

Bai Baoshan sat back down, picked up his teacup, and took a big gulp of water to hide his embarrassment.

Zhilin looked down at the table.

"Young Brother Yang."

Xue Qinghe nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Yang Jian with a scrutinizing gaze, and asked in a gentle tone, "You've come to see me, what brings you here?"

"We've never met before, so why did you suddenly decide to contact me?"

Yang Jian glanced at Meng Shenji and the other two, but did not answer. He simply said, "I would like to speak with Your Highness alone."

Xue Qinghe frowned slightly.

She was becoming increasingly curious about why Yang Jian had come to find her.

His current identity is the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, while Yang Jian is a genius of the Spirit Hall.

A genius from the Spirit Hall traveled all the way to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, saying he wanted to have a private talk with the Crown Prince. This was so unusual that it made her uneasy.

But she did not refuse.

"it is good."

Upon seeing this, Meng Shenji and the other two stood up.

Meng Shenji cupped his hands towards Yang Jian and said, "Young friend Yang Jian, what I said just now was not just polite talk. Please think it over carefully."

Then he turned around and walked out.

Bai Baoshan patted Yang Jian on the shoulder with such force that an ordinary person could be knocked down, then laughed and left.

Zhilin glanced at Yang Jian, his lips moved, but he ultimately said nothing and followed the two out.

The door was closed gently.

Only Yang Jian and Xue Qinghe remained in the reception room.

Xue Qinghe leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest, a gentle smile on his lips, his tone relaxed.

"Can you tell me now?"

She watched Yang Jian quietly, not worried that he might have any ill intentions.

Her strength is not weak, and two Title Douluos are hiding in the shadows. Both Serpent Spear Douluo and Porcupine Douluo are level 92 experts. If the two of them join forces, they can even contend with a level 95 Title Douluo.

Even if Yang Jian is exceptionally talented, he is only a level 60 Soul Emperor, and is definitely no match for them.

"Cough cough."

Yang Jian leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and acted as casually as if he were at home. He didn't look at Xue Qinghe, but his gaze swept over her shoulder and landed in a certain direction behind her.

"Stop hiding, Serpent Spear Douluo, Porcupine Douluo. Aren't you bored hiding away all day long?"

Xue Qinghe's pupils contracted slightly.

Her fingers stopped on the armrest, her smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned to its gentle state.

"Young Master Yang, what are you saying? I don't understand."

Yang Jian glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Let's not beat around the bush, Qian Renxue. Have you been in the Heaven Dou Empire for too long and really started to think of yourself as Xue Qinghe? It's better if we're honest with each other."

Xue Qinghe's expression finally changed.

At that moment, two figures appeared out of thin air in front of Yang Jian, moving so fast that they were almost invisible.

The man on the left held a serpent spear, its tip gleaming with a ghostly green light, and held it against Yang Jian's neck.

He was tall and thin, with a sinister face and eyes that slanted upwards like snakes, his pupils icy cold.

"How did you know that, you idiot?"

The man on the right didn't make a move, but he emitted a pungent odor, making the surrounding air murky.

He was short and stout, with a face covered in pimples, and his small eyes were narrowed into slits as he stared intently at Yang Jian.

"Ugh."

Yang Jian remained calm and sighed.

The spear was pressed against his neck, but he seemed not to see it, his gaze passing over the Spear Douluo and landing on Xue Qinghe.

"I've traveled a long way to find you, and this is how you treat your guests?"

Xue Qinghe narrowed his eyes and stared at Yang Jian for several breaths, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

How did he know his identity?

Did Bibi Dong tell him?

Or is it Yue Guan?

Or someone else?

Only a handful of people in the entire Spirit Hall knew this secret, and each of them was somewhat trustworthy.

Although Bibi Dong disliked her, she wouldn't reveal her identity to an outsider, since she was working for the Spirit Hall while infiltrating the Heaven Dou Empire.

She waved her hand.

"Go back."

Serpent Spear Douluo snorted coldly, withdrew his serpent spear, and took two steps back.

He didn't disappear; he remained standing beside Yang Jian, his eyes fixed on him, as if ready to strike at any moment.

The Porcupine Douluo also took two steps back and stood next to the Serpent Spear Douluo. The two auras intertwined, sealing off all of Yang Jian's escape routes.

Xue Qinghe stood up, walked to the window, and turned his back to Yang Jian.

She raised her hand and gently wiped her face.

A flash of golden light.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed crown prince of the Heavenly Dou Empire has disappeared.

Instead, there was a woman, tall and slender, with long golden hair that cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall. Her features were so exquisite that they seemed to have been sculpted by God himself, and her skin was as white as snow and so delicate that it seemed as if it could be broken with a touch.

She had a slender waist and exquisite curves, exuding a noble and aloof aura.

Qian Renxue turned around, her golden eyes looking at Yang Jian with scrutiny, curiosity, and a hint of coldness.

"Tell me." Her voice was no longer Xue Qinghe's gentle male voice, but a cold female voice, carrying an undeniable authority. "Why do you know my identity?"

Yang Jian looked at her and sighed inwardly.

Qian Renxue's appearance is indeed impeccable. Her looks alone are enough to outshine all the women he has ever seen, including Zhu Zhuqing and Hu Liena.

However, he certainly wouldn't say that he knew it because he had read the original work; no one would believe that anyway.

“I naturally have my own sources of information.” He changed the subject. “I came here today to ask you, what are your thoughts on the Spirit Hall, and what are your thoughts on Bibi Dong?”

Qian Renxue frowned slightly, clearly displeased with Yang Jian's attempt to change the subject. Her face darkened, and a cold glint flashed in her golden eyes.

"You just said you wanted to be honest with me, but now that I'm talking to you like this, you're hiding things from me. Isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

Yang Jian was silent for a moment, then sighed and made a helpless expression.

"Well, actually no one told me. It's just because I read a book that had your story in it."

He didn't think it was a lie.

He had indeed read about Qian Renxue in a book, but that book existed in another world, not in Douluo Continent.

"..." Qian Renxue stared at Yang Jian for several breaths, the coldness in her eyes not dissipating, clearly disbelieving.