Xiao Chenyu's Little Brother Bullies Li Luo

It was already dark by the time they returned to Notting Academy.

Notting Dean had personal matters to attend to, so he bid a hurried farewell to Li Luo and Tang San.

"Little Luo, Little San, feel free to come by my office for a chat whenever you have time. If you encounter any difficulties in your martial soul cultivation, you can come ask me at any time."

Notting Dean was very attentive toward geniuses like Li Luo and Tang San, who possessed Innate Full Soul Power—a rarity seen only once in a century—and he did not mind increasing his investment in them.

Notting Dean knew that the future achievements of these two children would never be limited to the small city of Nuoding.

Of course, Notting Dean did not covet any reward; he was already fifty years old and would not achieve much more in his own cultivation. The greatest reward Li Luo and Tang San could give him was to graduate with a high Soul Power Level.

This would add a brilliant, heavy stroke to his educational resume.

Naturally, if Li Luo and Tang San managed to make a name for themselves in the world of soul masters in the future, or even became legendary Titled Douluo, Notting Dean could proudly boast.

"I taught two Titled Douluo!"

Li Luo and Tang San accepted Notting Dean's goodwill and expressed their gratitude for his personal assistance in helping Tang San obtain his first soul ring.

"Thank you, Dean. We appreciate you taking time out of your busy schedule to take Little San to obtain his soul ring."

"If there are any difficulties in the future, please don't find us bothersome!"

"Not at all, not at all!"

"I look forward to seeing you both graduate from Notting Academy in the most brilliant fashion."

With that, the three parted ways.

Notting Dean returned to his office, while Li Luo and Tang San returned to Dorm Seven.

When they returned to Dorm Seven, everyone was already asleep, so Li Luo and Tang San went to bed as well.

The next morning, Li Luo and Tang San rose early as usual to practice the Purple Demon Eye, then proceeded with their classes according to schedule.

In his spare time, Tang San worked at the local blacksmith shop; while practicing the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, he also took the opportunity to craft some simple hidden weapons.

Li Luo, meanwhile, spent his days immersed in the Notting Academy library, greedily and frantically absorbing knowledge.

But such peaceful days did not last long. Two and a half days later, after Li Luo and Tang San finished their meal and left the cafeteria, they were blocked by a group of senior students.

"Wait, who told you to leave? Stop right there!"

A senior student blocked the path in front of Li Luo and Tang San.

"Looking at your green faces, are you this year's work-study students?

Are the work-study students of this year so ignorant of the rules?

School has been open for so long, and you still haven't paid your tribute to us?"

This person was Liu Long, Xiao Chenyu's top lackey, and one of those who enjoyed bullying work-study students the most.

The "tribute" he spoke of referred to the monthly practice where these noble disciples and their lackeys would oppress the work-study students, demanding fifteen copper soul coins from each of them, or else they would receive a brutal beating.

In truth, these people were not short on copper soul coins; they simply imitated their elders who bullied the farmers and laborers in their territories, finding a sense of honor in bullying the weak and helpless work-study students in the academy.

The injuries on Wang Sheng's body were the result of him refusing to pay this tribute and suffering these brutal beatings every month.

This year, the work-study students had a new leader, and these noble disciples had heard that the new leader was Li Luo, which led to the current scene.

"I heard you're quite arrogant! You beat that trash Wang Sheng as soon as you enrolled and became the new leader of the work-study students?"

"Since you're so capable, why don't you spar with me? If you can last two and a half minutes under my hand, your work-study group's dues for this month will be waived."

Liu Long was extremely arrogant. He summoned his martial soul—a common wooden stick—and raised his hand to strike down at Li Luo's head.

Liu Long was smug, expecting to see Li Luo's head split open and hear him wailing in a comical fashion.

But the next moment, his expression froze. He saw his martial soul stick caught effortlessly by Li Luo's hand just above his head.

"How is this possible!"

Liu Long could not believe that a newly enrolled work-study student could block his attack, so he gritted his teeth and pushed down with all his might.

But his martial soul was held firmly by Li Luo, and no matter how hard he pushed, it wouldn't budge an inch.

Liu Long tried to pull his martial soul back, but he discovered with horror that while Li Luo's hand holding the stick looked delicate, it was like a pair of iron pincers, clamping onto his martial soul so that he could neither strike down nor pull it back.

"Had enough fun?"

Li Luo tilted his mouth into a wicked, charming smile, then snatched the martial soul directly from Liu Long's hand and tossed it aside.

"My martial soul!"

Liu Long was about to reach for it, but the next moment, he felt a violent pain in his abdomen.

"Ah!"

With a scream, he flew back a full two and a half meters, crashing heavily onto the ground.

He struggled twice, only to find that the intense pain throughout his body made it impossible to get up.

Liu Long had suffered a heavy blow, and his martial soul dissipated, returning to his body.

Li Luo stood where he was, not having moved a single step, merely retracting the leg he had just kicked out.

His expression was perfectly calm, as if the kick he had just delivered hadn't come from him at all, and as if nothing had happened.

"Clap, clap, clap!"

Li Luo clapped his hands casually, then prepared to leave the area with Tang San.

"Let's go, Little San!"

"Wait!"

At this moment, another voice called out to stop Li Luo.

"What, do you want to make a move too?"

Li Luo looked at the owner of the voice, who was also a sixth-grade student.

Seeing Li Luo look at him, and then glancing at Liu Long's miserable state, this senior student dared not act rashly, let alone spout any harsh threats, fearing he would end up in the same tragic plight as Liu Long.

"You, you injured Liu Long, Boss Xiao Chenyu will definitely not let you off! If you have the guts, if you have the guts, don't run! Two and a half days from now, come to the playground, Boss Xiao Chenyu will deal with you personally!"

(Xiao Chenyu: I f***ing thank you!)

"Fine, then I will arrive on time in two and a half days. You lot better prepare yourselves for a beating!"

Having received Li Luo's affirmative answer, the senior student ran away without looking back, not even bothering to drag the unconscious Liu Long off the ground, terrified that Li Luo might change his mind and beat him up as well.

Li Luo had accepted the challenge issued on behalf of Xiao Chenyu by this senior student.

He had always looked down upon noble disciples bullying work-study students, and he decided to take this opportunity to beat those arrogant students into submission; this could be considered a contribution Li Luo made for the students at the bottom of the hierarchy.

As for Liu Long, who was lying on the ground in a daze, a few of his fellow lackeys who couldn't bear to watch any longer teamed up to carry him toward the academy's infirmary.

As for Liu Long, Li Luo had not used excessive force; after all, he was still just a child, and since they were in the academy, causing a death would ultimately be a bad thing.

However, Li Luo had intended to teach him a lesson from the start, so Liu Long would not be getting out of bed for at least two and a half months.