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

Qian Renchuan still did not open his eyes.

He found the whole thing tiresome and 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 turned deathly pale with regret.

They knew that although the Eldest Young Master was usually all smiles, his decisions were 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 to him alone:

[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 (level 26 standard: 3910)]

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

[Bonded individual (2): Huo Yuhao; current status: Soul Tool crafting, mental training]

The figures on the panel lifted Qian Renchuan's spirits. He could not help smiling.

With his two fiercely competitive younger siblings working themselves to the bone, why would he need to train?

He had no need at all.

How did that saying from his previous life go?

First you questioned the workhorses, then you understood them, and finally you became the boss who profited from them!

The harder they work, the stronger I get. Collecting a tenfold return feels incredible.

At that thought,

he stretched.

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

Meanwhile,

inside the magnificent Pope's Palace,

Crash!

A sharp, deafening sound exploded through the cavernous hall.

Then came Pope Qian Xunji's furious roar.

"You wretch!"

"What an unfilial brat!"

Boom!

The terrifying pressure of a level ninety-one Titled Douluo erupted.

It swept through the hall, compressing the air around him until it cracked with piercing booms.

Below the steps,

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was also a Titled Douluo.

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

"Say that again."

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

Qian Xunji glared at him.

Yue Guan swallowed. He had no choice but to repeat the report he had just received.

"Y-yes..."

"Your Holiness."

"Since awakening his Martial Souls, the Eldest Young Master... hasn't meditated for a single day."

"Today..."

"Today, he was sleeping in Riverside Courtyard again."

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

"And that's not all. The Eldest Young Master just dismissed the two personal maids who've served him since childhood."

"All because they couldn't help saying a couple of words urging him to train harder."

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

"He specifically asked for mutes."

"Good!"

"How very good!"

Qian Xunji shook with rage, his chest heaving.

"That unfilial son!"

"With talent like his, how can he be so lazy?"

"Someone tried to persuade him to train out of kindness, and instead of listening, he threw them out!"

"Is he trying to anger me to death?"

Only half an hour earlier, he had visited the Back Mountain behind Worship Hall.

There he had seen his six-year-old daughter Qian Renxue carrying fifty pounds of Pig Iron up a rugged mountain path, falling until she was covered in blood.

Yet she had not made a sound.

She had gritted her teeth and kept climbing!

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

That's my daughter!

That's the future of Spirit Hall!

But the moment he returned to the Pope's Palace, he heard what his eldest son had been up to. How could he accept it?

"Back when I was training, do you know how much I suffered?"

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

Qian Xunji seemed to recall something dark and forced the rest of the sentence back down. His expression grew even more sinister.

"But him!"

"He doesn't know how lucky he is! Twin Martial Souls, an extraordinary innate Soul Power of level twenty-five—and all he does is indulge himself!"

"He's utterly useless!"

"No!"

"I'm going to teach that unfilial son a 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 grew.

He whipped his cloak around and stormed toward the doors.

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's eyes widened as he glared at Yue Guan.

"Get out of my way!"

"My son, the future heir to Spirit Hall, cannot be a layabout who does nothing but eat and sleep!"

"Your Holiness!"

"Please hear me out."

Yue Guan held his ground, his mind racing. 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."

"He must think he's stronger than everyone else even without training, and that a little practice would let him surpass them."

"Besides, he lives alone in Riverside Courtyard and rarely sees his younger siblings."

"He never sees how hard Miss Renxue pushes herself, or how diligently other talented children train."

"Without anyone to compare himself to, he doesn't feel the need to change."

Qian Xunji stopped. Yue Guan's reasoning cooled his anger a little, though his face remained stern.

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Should I just let him keep sleeping?"

"Of course not!"

An idea flashed in Yue Guan's eyes.

"Your Holiness, what if we did this?"

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

"Spirit Hall's Spirit Academy brings together talented children from families across the continent."

"Every one of them is proud, and none likes losing to the others."

"Let the Eldest Young Master spend time among them."

"He'll see them training desperately and showing their skills in the arena."

"With his pride, that might stir his ambition and make him train of his own accord."

"However..."

Qian Xunji asked,

"However what?"

Yue Guan answered cautiously,

"The Eldest Young Master hasn't hunted any Soul Beasts yet, so he hasn't obtained his first or second Soul Ring."

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

"He has Soul Power but no Soul Rings. I'm afraid students who have Soul Rings might bully him."

Qian Xunji gave a disdainful snort.

"Bully him?"

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

"He'd be utterly useless!"

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

Qian Xunji decided Yue Guan's idea was a good one. Having his peers push him would work better than beating him himself.

He gave the order at once.

"Yue Guan, go and inform them."

"Qian Renchuan, Qian Renxue, and Qian Yuhao are to 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 the Chiefs at Spirit Academy too."

"Stir things up a little."

"Tell them to have those proud young talents give my three children special attention."

"Without pressure, there's no motivation."

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

"As long as nobody dies, they can do whatever they like!"