He Finally Nodded at Us!

[Host: Qian Renchuan]

[Martial Souls: Skin, Seraphim]

[Level: 25 (Soul Grandmaster)]

[Spirit: 236 (standard for an ordinary level 25: 135)]

[Body: 364 (standard for an ordinary level 25: 205)]

[Soul Power: 3912/3910 (standard for level 26: 3910)]

[Bonded person (1): Qian Renxue; current status: cultivating Soul Power]

[Bonded person (2): Huo Yuhao; current status: cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill]

Looking at the panel, Qian Renchuan broke into a grin and laughed aloud.

Just as he thought.

Those two relentless overachievers were at it again!

The moment they opened their eyes in the morning, they got straight to work.

And collecting tenfold returns on their efforts felt incredible.

He could do nothing but sleep in bed all day, and his strength would keep climbing.

But he soon noticed something.

His Soul Power had reached 3912, exceeding the level-26 standard of 3910.

That meant he was effectively level 26 already.

But without a Soul Ring, he was stuck and couldn't truly break through.

At that thought, Qian Renchuan couldn't help sighing again.

This was all Qian Xunji's fault.

If he hadn't gone out of his way to send Qian Renchuan to Spirit Academy,

Qian Renchuan would probably already be in the Star Dou Great Forest with his grandfather, Qian Daoliu, searching for a Soul Ring.

But now?

All he could do was watch his stats overflow. What a waste.

Beside him, Li Yan and Zhao Mang froze when they saw the Eldest Young Master wake up and sit staring blankly from his bed.

After exchanging a glance, they cautiously reminded him,

"Eldest Young Master, your breakfast is ready."

"It just came out of the cafeteria kitchen. It's still hot, so don't let it go cold."

Zhao Mang piled on a smile.

"No rush, Eldest Young Master. No rush at all. If it isn't enough, we'll get you more."

Qian Renchuan finally came back to himself. He glanced at them, and the corners of his mouth lifted again.

He had found another excuse to give these two a thorough beating last night.

Now they finally understood the pecking order.

They knew who was boss in this dormitory.

Their training had gone rather well, and he was quite pleased.

He gave them a slight nod, picked up his chopsticks, and tucked in without ceremony.

Li Yan and Zhao Mang exchanged another glance.

Both had tears in their eyes.

Boo-hoo...

The Eldest Young Master nodded at us.

He finally spoke to us without using his fists. How "moving."

After breakfast,

Qian Renchuan had barely put down his chopsticks

when Li Yan and Zhao Mang rushed forward, each trying to clean up first.

"I've got it, I've got it! You rest, Eldest Young Master!"

Li Yan swiftly stacked the bowls and chopsticks, then turned to wash them.

Zhao Mang wasn't about to be outdone.

As if by magic, he produced a rag and wiped the table until it gleamed.

Once they had nearly finished, Qian Renchuan stretched and said casually,

"All right, let's go to class."

"Right, right!"

Li Yan and Zhao Mang hurried after him like a pair of little lackeys.

They kept calling him "Eldest Young Master" and "dorm leader," sounding as friendly as could be.

On the way to the Second-Year Class classroom,

the sun shone brightly.

Its warmth fell across their shoulders.

Quite a few students heading to class stopped to point and whisper when they saw the three of them.

The sight of Li Yan and Zhao Mang's faces, swollen like pig heads, left them especially stunned.

"Aren't those Li Yan and Zhao Mang? Who beat them up?"

"No idea. They were fine yesterday afternoon."

"Look at them groveling behind the Eldest Young Master. How embarrassing."

Hearing the chatter around them, Li Yan and Zhao Mang ducked their heads, wishing they could crawl into a crack in the ground.

Qian Renchuan acted as though he hadn't heard a thing.

Hands in his pockets, he strolled ahead, utterly unconcerned by anyone's stares.

When they reached the Second-Year Class classroom,

it was almost full.

Everyone was chatting away.

Qian Renchuan led the way in, with Li Yan and Zhao Mang following, heads lowered.

The moment they entered,

the classroom fell silent.

Every eye turned toward them.

Then came a chorus of sharp intakes of breath.

"Whoa, what happened to Li Yan and Zhao Mang?"

"Their faces are so swollen even their own mothers wouldn't recognize them!"

"Did you two fall into a ditch in the middle of the night?"

Quite a few students asked them outright, baffled.

Li Yan and Zhao Mang looked mortified. They stammered but couldn't come up with an explanation.

They didn't dare say Qian Renchuan had beaten them.

How could they admit that two ten-year-old Soul Grandmasters had been beaten black and blue by a six-year-old with no Soul Ring, using nothing but his fists?

How would they ever show their faces at the academy again?

But Huyan Ye, the Second-Year Class monitor, wasn't a fool.

Seated at the front, he studied Li Yan and Zhao Mang, then looked at Qian Renchuan, who stood ahead of them looking entirely at ease.

He immediately saw the truth.

And he was stunned.

When Qian Renchuan had sent the round-faced boy flying with one punch yesterday afternoon, everyone could still call it luck.

But Li Yan and Zhao Mang were both genuine Soul Grandmasters above level 20. How else could they both have ended up like this?

Qian Renchuan must have used his Martial Souls!

Only those top-tier Twin Martial Souls could have left Li Yan and Zhao Mang unable to fight back.

At that thought,

Huyan Ye shot to his feet.

He pointed at Qian Renchuan and shouted,

"Qian Renchuan!"

"You've gone too far!"

His outburst startled everyone in the classroom, and they all turned toward him.

Qian Renchuan stopped and looked back.

"What are you yelling about this early in the morning?"

"Take the wrong medicine?"

Huyan Ye's face turned cold. He strode over and stopped in front of Qian Renchuan.

Then he pointed at the faces of Li Yan and Zhao Mang behind him, his voice grim.

"Qian Renchuan!"

"Don't you know Spirit Academy explicitly forbids students from using their Martial Souls in private fights?"

"What you did clearly broke the academy rules!"

"Is this how you behave because you're the Pope's eldest son? You ignore the rules and use your Martial Souls to beat your classmates like this?"

The classroom erupted at Huyan Ye's words.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"So he used his Martial Souls. No wonder Li Yan and Zhao Mang got beaten so badly."

"Exactly! Picking on people with Twin Martial Souls proves nothing!"

"That's outrageous! We have to report him to the instructor and get him disciplined!"

Qian Renchuan ignored every accusation.

These brats were so noisy. All they ever did was kick up a fuss.

Explain myself?

Why should I explain anything to them?

They aren't worth the breath!!!

With everyone glaring at him, Qian Renchuan walked straight past Huyan Ye.

When he reached his seat,

he flicked his hand.

Thump.

A soft brocade pillow dropped from his Storage Soul Tool onto the desk.

Qian Renchuan spread his arms, lay down on the pillow, and closed his eyes for a nap.

The whole sequence was smooth and effortless.

Perfectly natural.

It was as if Huyan Ye and the entire class weren't there.