The More He Slacks Off, the Smaller the Gap Between Us Gets!

Good heavens.

Who could understand how Qian Xunji felt right now?

His emotions were like a drop tower, shooting up one moment and plunging the next.

A moment ago, he had been overjoyed, thinking his wretched son had finally come to his senses.

But now he was told that after throwing one punch, the boy had gone right back to sleep?

For fuck's sake.

Qian Xunji was so furious he stamped his feet. His pressure as a rank ninety-one Titled Douluo nearly surged out of control again.

In the end, though, he drew several deep breaths.

He forced down the anger churning inside him.

"It's fine..."

"It's fine!"

Qian Xunji gritted his teeth, reassuring himself over and over.

"As long as he dares to fight back when provoked, as long as he still has some backbone, there's hope for him!"

"That's better than letting someone trample him without lifting a finger!"

His gaze darkened, and he immediately gave an order.

"Yue Guan!"

"Go to Spirit Hall's treasury at once and pick out the finest training equipment!"

"Choose the best gear for toughening the body and send it straight to that brat's dorm!"

Yue Guan hurriedly cupped his fists.

"As you command. I'll go right—"

But before Yue Guan could turn around, Qian Xunji called out again.

"Wait!"

Yue Guan was puzzled.

He looked up.

His Holiness the Pope stood there with a deep frown, helplessness and a hard glint flashing through his eyes.

"Forget it."

"Don't send anything."

"With that lazy brat's temperament, he wouldn't give the equipment a second glance even if you put the best pieces right beside his bed."

"He might even use those precious things as footstools!"

"Then I'd become a laughingstock to my subordinates."

He snorted and swept his hand out again.

"Pass on my orders!"

"Tell the Chiefs at Spirit Academy to send those troublemaking students after him again!"

"If one punch was enough to bring out his fighting spirit, send more people to push him!"

"I don't care what they do or how much they put him through. As long as nobody dies, make sure they give him hell!"

"Whoever can finally rouse that brat's ambition and get him to start cultivating of his own accord..."

"Will be richly rewarded by the Pope!"

The ferocity in Qian Xunji's orders made Yue Guan's heart tighten.

It seemed His Holiness the Pope was determined to take drastic measures this time.

"Understood!"

"I'll arrange it at once!"

Yue Guan respectfully accepted the order, then turned and hurried away.

Afternoon arrived.

Practical Class...

Was finally over.

The dormitory door was pushed open.

Huo Yuhao dragged his exhausted body inside, sweat covering his forehead.

An entire afternoon of intense practical training and physical conditioning had nearly drained him dry.

But behind him...

Came two rather tall ten-year-old boys.

Their names were Li Yan and Zhao Mang, and they were both his classmates and roommates.

They, too, were gasping for breath, their steps unsteady.

The moment they entered, all three looked toward the bed by the window.

Qian Renchuan lay sprawled across it, snoring softly.

At the sight...

Huo Yuhao frowned deeply and scoffed inwardly.

That useless fool!

He really slept here all afternoon!

In a dangerous, wicked place like this, he doesn't have a shred of caution. No wonder he'll end up under someone's boot!

Still, that suits me. The more he slacks off, the smaller the gap between us gets.

That grueling physical training pushed my body to its limit. Now is the perfect time to circulate the Mysterious Heaven Skill. I'll break through that limit and come back stronger, making my cultivation twice as effective!

With that thought...

Huo Yuhao gave Qian Renchuan no further glance.

He went straight to his bed, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes to cultivate.

However...

Li Yan and Zhao Mang, who had followed him in, looked far less friendly.

Instructor Chen had put them through hell on the training ground. Their clothes were soaked through, and every muscle in their bodies ached.

But why?

Why did this useless boy, who didn't even have a Soul Ring, get to sleep here in comfort?

As for Qian Renchuan defeating the round-faced boy with one punch during Practical Class?

Hah.

He had caught the boy off guard.

And beaten the weakest student in their class.

What was so impressive about that?

He was a complete clown!!!

Bang!

Li Yan strode forward with a cold expression and kicked Qian Renchuan's bed frame.

At once...

The bed shook violently.

Bang!

A heavy crash rang out.

But Qian Renchuan merely rolled over in a daze, pulled the blanket over his head, and showed no sign of waking.

"He's still asleep!"

Zhao Mang's anger flared, and he mocked him loudly.

"Eldest Young Master, you sure can sleep!"

"We've been busting our backs on the training ground, and here you are treating the academy like your own home?"

"Get up!"

"Quit playing dead!"

Hearing the two of them shouting...

Huo Yuhao cracked his eyes open and gave Li Yan and Zhao Mang a cold glance.

These two idiots have no idea what they're getting into.

The boss may be useless, but his physical strength is no joke. Those fools are asking for a beating.

Good. Let them test what he can do first.

Huo Yuhao sneered inwardly, then closed his eyes again and returned to circulating the Mysterious Heaven Skill. He had no intention of stepping in.

By then...

Qian Renchuan had finally had enough.

He threw off the blanket and sat up, visibly annoyed.

"What's all the noise?"

"Why are you yelling? In a hurry to die?"

At Qian Renchuan's rude words, Li Yan's eyes widened. He laughed in fury.

"Quite the temper, Eldest Young Master!"

"I'm Li Yan, the head of this dorm. That's Zhao Mang."

"Spirit Academy has a rule: new students handle the dorm cleaning for their first month."

"So get out of bed. Now."

"Sweep the floor, then scrub the chamber pot outside!"

Zhao Mang chimed in with a mocking grin.

"What's wrong?"

"Eldest Young Master doesn't want to?"

"This is Spirit Academy, not your Pope's Palace."

"I don't care how important you used to be. Here, even dragons coil up and tigers lie low!"

Faced with their provocation, Qian Renchuan picked at his ear, looking utterly speechless.

"You two little brats think you can call yourselves heads of the dorm?"

"Get lost and let me sleep."

With that, he started to roll over and lie down again.

The sight pushed Li Yan over the edge, and he blurted out,

"You ungrateful bastard!"

"Today I'll teach you what rules are!"

Li Yan shouted.

He reached straight for Qian Renchuan's collar.

At the same moment, Zhao Mang moved in from the side to cut off Qian Renchuan's escape, ready to strike.

"Eldest Young Master, academy rules forbid using Martial Souls to fight in the dorm."

"But even with just our fists, you think two ten-year-old Soul Grandmasters can't handle one six-year-old brat?"