Yan as a child: domineering to the extreme!

Qian Renchuan only learned about Zhang Meng's family background recently.

Then I remembered my own plans.

So he mentioned a characteristic of a red-haired child and asked Zhang Meng to help him find it.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Meng found out about the information not long after he returned.

After hearing Zhang Meng's words...

Qian Renchuan also immediately stopped in his tracks.

"Oh?"

"It's in your family's daycare?"

"What a coincidence! Let's go out and take a look at the academy now."

"Ah?"

Zhang Meng was immediately surprised upon hearing this.

"Squad leader, shall we go now?"

"That child is too young, he hasn't even grown all his hair yet, and he'll have to wait more than three years for his Martial Soul Awakening."

Why did you specifically seek him out?

"And according to the supervisor below, that kid has a really strange temper. He's always fighting with the other kids in his room. He's obviously a troublemaker."

Qian Renchuan glanced at him sideways.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask, just come with me."

Feeling Qian Renchuan's gaze, Zhang Meng immediately shrank back in fright and shut his mouth.

The current Qian Renchuan is not the same as when he first entered the Spirit Academy.

He is a true powerhouse.

Let alone a mere Second-Year Class, even the senior students in the sixth-year class wouldn't dare to mess with them.

Moreover, Qian Renchuan's talent and potential are obvious to all.

Furthermore, Qian Renchuan's status will be completely solidified at this coronation ceremony of the Saint Son Saintess.

Everyone knows that, barring any unforeseen circumstances...

He was destined to become the new Pope of the Pope's Palace, so Zhang Meng dared not disobey Qian Renchuan's words and wanted to establish a good relationship with this future Pope as soon as possible.

Because he held the title of class monitor, Qian Renchuan had already obtained a permit from Qian Xunji that allowed him to enter and leave the academy at any time. When the guards of the Spirit Academy saw him coming with his entourage, they opened the gate and let him pass without asking any questions.

Leave slip?

Is that what the Pope's Eldest Young Master needs?

To put it bluntly, the entire Spirit Academy is someone else's business.

Martial Soul Nursery.

The location is relatively remote.

In the old district of Spirit City.

The surrounding environment was also relatively simple, with small and old courtyards.

Compared to the bustling Spirit City.

Somewhat out of place.

Even the walls of the nursery were not very high. Inside, there were two rows of red-roofed tiled houses. In the middle, besides the large open space for rest and play, was the dining hall where the children ate.

Due to time constraints.

It was dinnertime.

Because of Qian Renchuan's instructions, Zhang Meng did not disturb the steward of the front yard.

Instead, the two of them went around to the low window on the outside of the dining hall and looked inside through the wooden frame.

All I could see was the small dining hall.

There were only seven or eight long wooden tables, but each table was surrounded by children ranging from two or three years old to five or six years old.

Qian Renchuan's gaze was instantly drawn to a small red dot on the table against the wall.

It was a child.

She was probably not even three years old.

But it was obvious that the child had a large frame, much wider than that of a typical toddler of the same age.

Especially the top of the head.

With short, fiery red hair that stood on end, he looked like someone not to be trifled with.

It was Yan in his childhood.

One of the future leaders of the Spirit Hall.

He awakened Flame Lord Martial Soul with top-tier fire and earth attributes.

Noticing Qian Renchuan's gaze, Zhang Meng smiled and raised his hand to introduce them.

"Squad leader, do you see that? That red-haired one is Yan."

"The person in charge has complained to my dad several times, saying that this guy, with that hairy head, walks around the yard like a tyrant."

"Oh?"

Qian Renchuan leaned against the window, arms crossed.

"How domineering is it?"

"At once..."

Zhang Meng was just about to continue the conversation in detail.

The next moment, something unexpected happened in the canteen.

A boy who looked about five or six years old was carrying a tray and swaggering toward where Yan was. He then plopped down in the empty seat next to Yan.

Yan glanced at him but ignored him.

But the older child tilted his head and said something to Yan.

Yan, who was eating, suddenly stopped.

The next second.

Without warning, he grabbed the plate from the table and slammed it down on the older child's head.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

In an instant, the soup, leftover food, and sticky bits of rice from the plate were poured over his head.

It was poured directly over the big kid's head.

A face full of...

One body.

However, before he could even come to his senses...

Yan had already thrown away the plate in her hand.

Immediately afterwards, she raised her little fist and punched it hard in the other person's face again.

'Bang.'

Don't be fooled by the fact that the older child is clearly two years older than Yan.

But Yan's attack was sudden, and he was caught off guard by the soup splashing into his eyes.

There's nowhere to be prepared.

He was knocked to the ground with a single punch.

Ke Yan still wouldn't give up.

He pounced on him, straddling his stomach and attacking from both sides.

'Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!!'

Punch after punch.

It was both dense and urgent.

They hit too hard.

The older child was immediately beaten until he howled in pain.

This sudden beating instantly ignited an uproar in the corner of the cafeteria.

Upon seeing their friend being beaten, two more five-year-old boys dropped their rice bowls and rushed at him, shouting and cursing.

One of them grabbed Yan by the collar.

Another person kicked Yan repeatedly in the ribs.

Yan was only three years old, with short legs and arms, and his hands and feet were restricted. He was quickly overturned to the ground by the two of them.

The older child who had been hit by the plate took the opportunity to get up.

After wiping the soup off his face, he charged forward with an equally fierce expression.

And so, the three teenagers pinned Yan to the cafeteria floor and began punching and kicking him.

The cafeteria instantly descended into chaos.

The timid children around were so frightened that they burst into tears and ran around frantically with their rice bowls in their hands.

But what about Yan?

Even when he was pinned to the ground and beaten by three people.

It stubbornly refused to protect its head, howling and yelling, and then grabbed one of the men's wrists and bit him.

The older child who was bitten immediately screamed and cried in pain.

Fortunately, at that moment, two childcare workers wearing aprons heard the commotion and rushed out shouting, forcibly separating them.

"Stop! Let go of them!"

"Pull it open quickly!"

But.

Nobody expected it.

Yan, who had just been dragged out, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

With a sudden twist of its little body, it broke free from the caregiver's grasp once again.

It bumped into the stomach of the older child it had bitten before.

'Bang!'

The two rolled and fell to the ground again.

Yan flipped over and straddled the other person.

Clenching his little fist, he mercilessly pounded the other person's face several more times, truly seeking revenge on the spot.

They beat the older child until his face was covered in blood from his nose.

She burst into tears.

Seeing this, the childcare teacher was so anxious that she broke out in a cold sweat and rushed over to grab Yan by the back of his collar and drag him backward.

But even so.

Yan was still struggling, kicking its two short legs in mid-air.

He seemed to be pointing at the other person and yelling at them.