The More He Slacked Off, the Smaller the Gap Between Us Would Get!

Heavens above.

Who could understand how Qian Xunji felt right now?

His emotions had shot up and plunged down like a drop-tower ride.

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

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

For crying out loud!

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

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

He forced down the anger roiling inside him.

"It's fine..."

"It's fine!"

Qian Xunji gritted his teeth, trying to reassure himself.

"As long as he fights back when challenged, as long as he still has some backbone, there's hope for him!"

"It's better than doing nothing while someone walks all over him!"

Then Qian Xunji's eyes darkened, and he gave an order.

"Yue Guan!"

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

"Choose the best equipment for toughening the body and have it sent to that unfilial son's dorm immediately!"

Yue Guan hurriedly cupped his fists.

"Yes, sir. I'll go right away..."

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

"Wait!"

Yue Guan looked puzzled.

He raised his head.

His Holiness the Pope was frowning deeply, helplessness and ruthlessness flickering in his eyes.

"Forget it."

"Don't send anything."

"Knowing how lazy that unfilial son is, he wouldn't give the finest equipment a second glance even if you put it beside his bed."

"He might even use that precious equipment as a footstool!"

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

He snorted and waved his hand again.

"Pass on my orders!"

"Tell the Chiefs at Spirit Academy to send their most troublesome students after him. Keep it up!"

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

"I don't care what methods they use or how hard they make things for him. As long as nobody dies, tell them to give him hell!"

"Whoever can finally rouse that unfilial son's ambition and make him start cultivating of his own accord..."

"...will be richly rewarded by this Pope!"

Yue Guan's heart tightened at Qian Xunji's fierce orders.

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

"Understood, sir!"

"I'll make the arrangements at once!"

Yue Guan respectfully accepted the order, then turned and left in haste.

By afternoon,

Practical Class

had finally come to an end.

The dorm room door was shoved open.

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

A whole afternoon of intense practical and physical training had nearly exhausted him.

But behind him

came two fairly tall ten-year-old boys.

One was Li Yan, and the other was Zhao Mang. Both were his classmates and roommates.

They, too, were panting hard and unsteady on their feet.

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

Qian Renchuan lay sprawled across it, even snoring softly.

At the sight,

Huo Yuhao frowned deeply and snorted inwardly.

That useless fool!

He really slept here all afternoon!

In a dangerous, evil place like this, he hasn't shown the slightest vigilance. He deserves to be trampled underfoot one day!

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

That grueling physical training pushed my body to its limit. Now is the perfect time to circulate the Mysterious Heaven Skill. If I break through that limit, my cultivation will be twice as effective!

With that thought,

Huo Yuhao spared Qian Renchuan no further glance.

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

However,

Li Yan and Zhao Mang, who had followed him in, looked decidedly hostile.

Instructor Chen had worked them half to death on the training ground. Sweat could be wrung from their clothes, and every muscle in their bodies ached.

But why?

Why did this useless boy without even 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 taken advantage of an opening and caught the boy off guard.

All he had done was beat the weakest student in their class.

What was so impressive about that?

He was a complete joke!!!

Bang!

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

At once,

the bed shook violently.

Bang!

It made a loud crash.

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

"He's still sleeping!"

Zhao Mang grew even angrier and mocked him loudly.

"Eldest Young Master, you sure can sleep!"

"We've been working ourselves to the bone 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 shout,

Huo Yuhao opened his eyes slightly and shot Li Yan and Zhao Mang a cold glance.

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

The boss might be useless, but his physical strength is no joke. Picking on him will only get these fools hurt.

Fine by me. Let them test what he can do first.

Huo Yuhao sneered inwardly, then closed his eyes again and continued circulating the Mysterious Heaven Skill, with no intention of intervening.

By then,

Qian Renchuan had finally had enough.

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

"What are you yelling about?"

"Keep shouting like that and you'll wake the dead."

At Qian Renchuan's rude reply, Li Yan's eyes widened, and he laughed in anger.

"Quite the temper, Eldest Young Master!"

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

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

"Now get out of bed."

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

Zhao Mang joined in, his face full of mockery.

"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 a dragon has to coil up, and a tiger has to lie down!"

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

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

"Get lost and let me sleep."

With that, he started to lie back down.

At the sight, Li Yan finally lost his temper and blurted out,

"You ungrateful little shit!"

"I'll teach you what rules mean today!"

Li Yan gave a shout.

He reached straight for Qian Renchuan's collar.

At the same time, 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 with just our fists and feet, you think two ten-year-old Soul Grandmasters can't handle a six-year-old brat like you?"