As Long as No One Dies, Let Them Do Whatever They Want!

Qian Renchuan still did not open his eyes.

He had lost all interest. He waved a hand.

"Leave. Ask Elder Yue Guan to find me two new maids."

"And tell him the replacements had better be mute. I like peace and quiet."

The two women heard him.

Their faces went deathly pale, and regret washed over them.

They knew that although the Eldest Young Master was always smiling, his word was final.

Once he made up his mind,

no one could change it.

Only after the two women left

did the courtyard fall completely silent.

Qian Renchuan remained sprawled in his rocking chair, enjoying the breeze and the quiet.

But a system panel appeared before his eyes, visible only to him:

[Host: Qian Renchuan]

[Martial Souls: Skin, Seraphim]

[Level: 25 (Soul Grandmaster)]

[Mental: 230 (standard for an ordinary level 25: 135)]

[Physical Body: 360 (standard for an ordinary level 25: 205)]

[Soul Power: 3250/3910 (standard for level 26: 3910)]

[Bonded person (1): Qian Renxue; current status: undergoing Physical Body Enhancement]

[Bonded person (2): Huo Yuhao; current status: crafting Soul Tools, cultivating mental power]

The figures on the panel put Qian Renchuan in an excellent mood. He could not help smiling.

With those two workaholic siblings pushing themselves so hard, why would he need to cultivate?

He had no need to at all.

What was that saying from his previous life?

Question the workhorses, understand the workhorses, then become the capitalist who exploits them!

The harder they worked, the stronger he became. Collecting a tenfold return felt incredible.

At the thought,

he stretched again.

Then he settled into an even more comfortable position in the rocking chair and went right back to sleep.

Meanwhile,

inside the magnificent Pope's Palace,

Crash!

A deafening shatter rang through the vast hall.

Then came Pope Qian Xunji's furious roar.

"You wretch!"

"What an unfilial little monster!"

Boom!

The terrifying pressure of a level 91 Titled Douluo erupted.

It surged through the hall, squeezing shrill cracks from the air around him.

Below the steps,

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was himself a Titled Douluo.

Yet he knelt on one knee, cold sweat beading on his forehead, scarcely daring to breathe.

"Say that again."

"What was that disgraceful son of mine doing today?"

Qian Xunji's eyes blazed.

Yue Guan swallowed and forced himself to repeat the report he had just received.

"Your..."

"Your Holiness."

"The Eldest Young Master... he hasn't meditated for even a single day since awakening his Martial Souls."

"Today..."

"He spent today sleeping in the Riverside Courtyard."

"Every day, all he does is eat and lie in his rocking chair, basking in the sun..."

"And that's not all. He just drove away the two personal maids who have served him since childhood."

"All because they couldn't help saying a couple of words to urge him to cultivate."

"He thought they talked too much and told them to get lost. Now he wants me to find him two replacements."

"He specifically said they should preferably be mute."

"Good!"

"Very good!"

Qian Xunji trembled with rage, his chest heaving.

"That unfilial son!"

"He has such extraordinary talent, yet he's this lazy!"

"Someone kindly urges him to cultivate, and instead of listening, he throws them out!"

"Is he trying to infuriate me to death?"

Just half an hour earlier, Qian Xunji had visited the Back Mountain of the Worship Hall.

There, he had seen his six-year-old daughter, Qian Renxue, fall and bloody herself on a rugged mountain path while carrying fifty pounds of Pig Iron on her back.

Yet she had not made a sound.

Gritting her teeth, she had kept climbing.

At the time, Qian Xunji had been filled with pride and satisfaction.

Now that's my child!

That's the future of Spirit Hall!

But the moment he returned to the Pope's Palace, he heard about his eldest son's absurd behavior. How could he accept it?

"Back when I was cultivating, do you know how much hardship I endured?"

"To secure Spirit Hall's foundations, I even..."

At that point, Qian Xunji seemed to recall some dark memory. He forced the rest of his words down, but his expression grew even more sinister.

"But look at him!"

"He has no idea how fortunate he is! He has Twin Martial Souls and supreme talent with level 25 Innate Soul Power, yet all he does is indulge himself!"

"He's utterly worthless!"

"No!"

"I'm going to teach that unfilial son a proper lesson today!"

"I'll break his legs and see if he still dares sleep in that rocking chair!"

The more Qian Xunji thought about it, the angrier he became.

He whipped his cloak around and stormed toward the doors.

Seeing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan hurried forward and blocked his path.

"Your Holiness, please calm down!"

"Beating the Eldest Young Master won't solve the real problem."

Qian Xunji glared at Yue Guan, eyes wide.

"Get out of my way!"

"My son, the future heir of Spirit Hall, cannot be a good-for-nothing who does nothing but eat and sleep!"

"Your Holiness!"

"Please hear me out."

Yue Guan held his ground. His mind raced, and an idea came to him.

"The Eldest Young Master is so idle because he feels no pressure."

"Think about it. His talent is so great that no one his age can compare to him."

"He must think he's stronger than everyone else even without cultivating, and that a little effort would put him far ahead."

"And he lives alone in the Riverside Courtyard. He rarely sees his younger siblings."

"He has no idea how hard Miss Renxue pushes herself, or how diligently other talents work."

"Without anyone to compare himself to, he sees no reason to care."

Qian Xunji stopped as he listened to Yue Guan's analysis. Some of his anger faded, though his face remained cold.

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Are we supposed to let him keep sleeping?"

"Of course not!"

Yue Guan's eyes shifted as a plan took shape.

"Your Holiness, why not do this?"

"Send the Eldest Young Master to the Beginner Class at Spirit Academy."

"Spirit Hall's academy gathers talented children his age from the great families across the continent."

"Those youngsters are all proud and refuse to yield to one another."

"Send the Eldest Young Master there to spend time among them."

"He'll see others cultivating with everything they have and shining in the arena."

"The Eldest Young Master has a strong sense of pride. It might stir his ambition and make him start cultivating on his own."

"Only..."

Qian Xunji asked,

"Only what?"

Yue Guan answered cautiously.

"The Eldest Young Master has yet to hunt soul beasts. He doesn't have his First or Second Soul Ring."

"And at an academy, strength is what matters."

"He has Soul Power but no Soul Rings. I'm afraid the students who have them might pick on him."

Qian Xunji merely snorted in disdain.

"Pick on him?"

"He's my son. If someone with Twin Martial Souls and level 25 Innate Soul Power gets bullied by a bunch of ordinary students, he deserves it!"

"He'd be utterly worthless!"

"If a beating makes him come to his senses, it'll be worth it!"

Qian Xunji also thought Chrysanthemum Guan's idea was a good one. Letting his peers provoke him would work better than beating him himself.

He gave the order at once.

"Yue Guan, go and notify them."

"Have Qian Renchuan, Qian Renxue, and Qian Yuhao report to Spirit Academy first thing tomorrow morning."

Yue Guan nodded quickly.

"As you command."

But as Yue Guan turned to leave, Qian Xunji added a pointed reminder.

"Wait."

"Pay a visit to several of Spirit Academy's Chiefs while you're at it."

"Stir things up a little."

"Tell them to arrange for those proud young talents to give my three children some special attention."

"No pressure, no motivation."

"Especially Qian Renchuan. Find the most troublesome students you can and have them target him."

"As long as no one dies, let them do whatever they want!"