Yang Jian's Self-Introduction

At this moment, Shrek Academy's dining hall.

Five people sat around a long table, eating.

Dinner was simple: coarse grains, wild vegetables, and a meat broth without even a trace of meat in it.

Sitting in the middle was a blue-clad youth who looked twelve or thirteen. His features were ordinary, perhaps only a little more handsome than the average passerby.

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

Tang San.

Beside Tang San sat a girl with a scorpion-tail braid, dressed in a pink skirt. Her skin was fair, her features delicate, and her large eyes lively and spirited.

She ate far more boldly than Tang San, her cheeks stuffed full and puffing in and out like a little hamster's.

Xiao Wu.

Across from Xiao Wu sat a girl with long hair draped over her shoulders and an outstanding temperament. Her delicate oval face resembled a porcelain doll.

She wore a pale green long dress. Every gesture exuded the elegance of a well-bred young lady, yet a careful observer could still spot the pride hidden deep within her eyes.

Ning Rongrong.

Beside Ning Rongrong sat a handsome young man, though he looked somewhat unkempt. His hair was a mess, and he was secretly glancing at Ning Rongrong, his gaze carrying both admiration and inferiority.

Oscar.

At the end of the long table sat a girl dressed in black, with black hair and black eyes. Her expression was cold, like an iceberg that had never melted in ten thousand years.

With her head lowered, she quietly ate the food in her bowl, utterly indifferent to everything around her.

Zhu Zhuqing.

"Everyone, stop for a moment!"

Flanders pushed open the dining hall doors and entered with Yang Jian.

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

The five of them simultaneously raised their heads, their gazes landing on Yang Jian behind Flanders.

Tang San set down his fork and swept his eyes over Yang Jian, silently assessing him.

This person was tall and slender, with handsome features and an extraordinary bearing. He did not look very old, so he was probably the new student.

However, Tang San showed no particular reaction.

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

She keenly noticed it.

The way this youth looked at her seemed somewhat strange.

That gaze was not like he was looking at a person. It was more like... he was sizing up prey.

She even had the feeling that everything about her had been seen through by him.

Xiao Wu felt deeply uncomfortable and instinctively edged closer to Tang San.

Ning Rongrong had also noticed Yang Jian's gaze. He seemed to be observing her, and there was a faint, almost imperceptible smile at the corner of his lips.

Ning Rongrong's eyes shifted as a thought arose in her heart.

Could this handsome guy be interested in her?

Looking at Yang Jian's absurdly handsome face, she did not find it unpleasant. He was good-looking, had an excellent temperament, and seemed about the same age as her.

If he were a Battle Soul Master, powerful, with a good personality, and always indulged her in everything...

The corners of Ning Rongrong's lips curled up slightly.

She would not mind giving Yang Jian a chance to pursue her.

Oscar's attention had been fixed on Ning Rongrong all along.

Seeing her stare at Yang Jian the entire time, he felt as though a jar of vinegar had been overturned in his heart. He was sour with jealousy, yet unable to say anything.

He looked at Yang Jian's face, then touched his own stubbled cheeks. A sense of helplessness rose within him as he considered whether he should shave tomorrow and tidy himself up a little.

Zhu Zhuqing merely gave Yang Jian a casual glance before withdrawing her gaze and continuing to eat.

She had no interest in such matters. Whoever came or went had nothing to do with her.

"Ahem!"

Flanders coughed twice and cleared his throat. He was just about to introduce Yang Jian when, as the words reached his lips, he realized that he did not even know Yang Jian's name.

From the moment they had met until now, he had not even asked the other person's name, leaving him somewhat embarrassed.

"You should introduce yourself."

Flanders patted Yang Jian on the shoulder.

Yang Jian nodded slightly. His gaze swept across the five of them, and though his voice was not loud, it entered everyone's ears clearly.

"My name is Yang Jian. It is inconvenient to say where I come from."

"I just turned twelve this year. I broke through to level fifty some time ago. I'm an assault-type Soul Master, and I haven't obtained my fifth Soul Ring yet."

"Barely a Soul King."

As soon as the words fell.

The entire dining hall fell silent for a moment.

Every face was filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Seeing the doubtful looks in their eyes, Flanders said firmly, "Yang Jian really is level fifty. There is no mistake about that. I personally checked him earlier."

The moment he said that, everyone's expressions became blank.

They knew that Flanders would not lie about something like this.

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

Twelve years old?

Level fifty?

He sucked in a cold breath, his face full of disbelief.

After all, he had been born with full innate soul power, possessed twin martial souls, and even had the Mysterious Heaven Technique to aid his cultivation, yet he was only level twenty-nine now.

He had always thought of himself as a genius, and the teacher he revered had also called him a genius. But now, someone the same age as him had suddenly appeared, with cultivation that had already reached level fifty.

His mind immediately went blank.

"Gasp!"

Xiao Wu's mouth fell slightly open, her eyes wide and round. Just how had this guy cultivated?

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.

A twelve-year-old Soul King, and an assault-type one at that!

As a direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Her future husband had to be a Battle Soul Master.

That was a non-negotiable requirement.

Yang Jian not only fit her aesthetic preferences perfectly, but also matched the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's requirements exceptionally well. He was simply the perfect marriage prospect.

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

She had even begun imagining what expression her father would wear if she brought Yang Jian back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

What expressions would Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone have?

They would definitely be delighted. They might even see her in a new light and praise her for having good judgment.

Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong could not help laughing, her eyes curving into crescents.

Oscar noticed the change in Ning Rongrong's expression, and his heart grew even more sour.

Zhu Zhuqing put down her chopsticks.

She raised her head and looked seriously at Yang Jian for the first time.

She was also twelve this year, yet she was only level twenty-seven.

How had this youth done it?

Could there be some special cultivation method?

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze deepened.

Over the years, because she had been too weak, her older sister had repeatedly sent people to hunt her down. She had finally managed to find Dai Mubai, only to find that he spent his days chasing women and never took her seriously.

She wanted to become stronger.

She wanted to become strong enough to control her own fate.

Perhaps...

This youth could help her?

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

She silently made a decision.

She would become familiar with Yang Jian, then find an opportunity to ask him how to become stronger.

No matter what price she had to pay.

She was willing.