Gong Changlong's Probing

"In order, first group, begin!"

Watching the two members of the first group walk into the Beast Fighting Zone, Zhou Yi turned back to glance at Yang Jian, then walked over to him with a complex expression.

"Yang Jian, what age of soul beast do you wish to choose for your practical combat training?"

For a special existence like Yang Jian, who could defeat her head-on, a thousand-year soul beast was clearly not enough. Dealing with a thousand-year soul beast would be a breeze for him and would fail to serve the purpose of training, which was why Zhou Yi had come to ask for his thoughts.

The age of the soul beast...

Yang Jian frowned, thinking seriously for a moment: "A forty-thousand or fifty-thousand-year soul beast will do."

As soon as these words were spoken, the other students in the spectator area collectively gasped.

They were still struggling to figure out how to team up to defeat a single thousand-year soul beast, yet Yang Jian was already planning to face a ten-thousand-year soul beast single-handedly?

And not just any ordinary ten-thousand-year soul beast, but one with nearly fifty thousand years of cultivation!

Yang Jian's existence made them realize a profound truth—the gap between people is sometimes even greater than the gap between humans and soul beasts.

Yang Jian was simply... inhuman!

"Forty or fifty thousand years? We have them in the beast pens, but..."

Zhou Yi was stunned and spoke subconsciously, but stopped halfway through her sentence.

A soul beast with forty or fifty thousand years of cultivation was roughly equivalent to a Soul Saint-level powerhouse among soul masters. Of course, for some monster students in the Shrek Academy inner courtyard, a Soul Emperor could also put up a fight against such a beast.

Since Yang Jian could defeat her, it was not unreasonable for him to want to choose a soul beast of this cultivation level for practical training.

It was just... a first-year freshman challenging a soul beast with nearly fifty thousand years of cultivation was still too shocking.

"You are only a three-ring Soul Elder, so the person in charge of the Beast Fighting Zone may not necessarily agree to your request. However, I will try my best to fight for it; I cannot guarantee what age of soul beast you will ultimately face."

Although Zhou Yi said this, a look of difficulty appeared on her face.

If Yang Jian only wanted to train against a ten-thousand-year soul beast, the person in charge of the Beast Fighting Zone might have agreed out of respect for her husband, Fan Yu.

But to use a soul beast with forty or fifty thousand years of cultivation, she had to obtain the permission and consent of Gong Changlong. An eighth-level soul engineer might have some face before him, but certainly not enough.

It would be different if the Soul Guidance Department deans, Xian Lin'er and Qian Duoduo, were the ones asking.

She could only try her best.

Zhou Yi left in a hurry, while Ye Qingyuan immediately cast a worried look toward Yang Jian.

She knew that Yang Jian's strength was completely disproportionate to his cultivation, but the strongest enemy he had defeated before was at most a Soul Emperor. However, for a soul beast of this cultivation, only a Soul Saint with a Martial Soul Avatar would have the confidence to win.

Furthermore, soul beasts were not like humans; they had no reason whatsoever. Once danger arose, even with the person in charge of the Beast Fighting Zone overseeing the match, it would be very easy for something to go wrong.

"Don't worry, I'm just simply testing it out to see my limits. If the situation isn't right, I will give up."

Yang Jian comforted Ye Qingyuan, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "As for you, be careful later."

"I'll definitely be fine, don't underestimate me!"

Ye Qingyuan lifted her little head, "I am a genius who has surpassed the optimal soul ring configuration, after all. A mere thousand-year soul beast is something I can handle with a flip of my hand!"

As she spoke, Ye Qingyuan made a pinching gesture, looking exceptionally cute.

Of course, the reason she was cute was that Ye Qingyuan possessed a top-tier modeled face.

Soon, Zhou Yi returned, accompanied by an elderly man with a face like a red date, a tall stature, and red hair, though the old man's expression appeared exceptionally impatient.

The red-haired old man was naturally the head of the Beast Fighting Zone, Gong Changlong, whose status was transcendent even within the entire Shrek Academy. It could be said that without him, who had a deep understanding of soul beasts, the entire operation of the Beast Fighting Zone would be impossible.

Zhou Yi brought Gong Changlong to Yang Jian, and before the red-haired old man could speak, Zhou Yi gave Yang Jian and Ye Qingyuan a look and spoke first:

"This is the head of our Beast Fighting Zone, Elder Gong."

Hearing this, Yang Jian and Ye Qingyuan stood up and bowed slightly with perfect etiquette: "Greetings, Elder Gong."

But Gong Changlong clearly didn't buy it. With his fiery temper, he spoke bluntly: "Kid, you're the one who wants to train against a forty-thousand-year soul beast? A tiny three-ring Soul Elder, do you even know what a forty-thousand-year soul beast represents? Is the Beast Fighting Zone a place for you to mess around?"

Gong Changlong had been in a very bad mood lately.

He had been researching how to artificially breed different types of soul beasts of the same species in the pens, and the experiments were not going well. If it weren't for Zhou Yi's desperate pleading, coupled with the guarantee from her young eighth-level soul engineer husband, he wouldn't have made this trip.

Without waiting for Yang Jian to speak, Gong Changlong snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and he slapped his palm directly toward Yang Jian's face.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi's expression changed slightly, but she reacted immediately.

Elder Gong just wanted to test Yang Jian's strength and wouldn't use his full power, and with Yang Jian's strength, he was capable of handling this level of probing.

Yang Jian's figure flashed suddenly. Little White in his arms instantly turned fierce, but it didn't jump down, only staring viciously at Gong Changlong.

In the next instant, a huge suction force suddenly erupted from Gong Changlong's fan-like palm, and within this suction, a terrifying heat surged.

What surprised Gong Changlong was that Yang Jian was not pulled in by the suction, and the air around him rippled like water.

A gentle, moist sensation instantly spread outward from Yang Jian's body. And Yang Jian's next move once again exceeded Gong Changlong's expectations.

Facing that scorching palm, Yang Jian, who had already dodged and was not pulled back, did not immediately distance himself, but instead clenched his fist and swung it directly!

Those ripples instantly began to tremble violently.

The original gentleness vanished in an instant, replaced by a vast expanse!

Canglan Fist!

A flash of surprise crossed Gong Changlong's face; his original impatient expression quietly disappeared, and a look of interest climbed into his eyes.

He wanted to see exactly what this kid was capable of!