Sob, sob! The Eldest Young Master finally nodded at us!

[Host: Qian Renchuan]

[Martial Souls: Skin, seraphim]

[Level: 25 (Soul Grandmaster)]

[Spirit: 236 (normal level 25 standard: 135)]

[Physique: 364 (normal level 25 standard: 205)]

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

[Bond target (1): Qian Renxue; current status: cultivating Soul Power]

[Bond target (2): Huo Yuhao; current status: cultivating Mysterious Heaven Skill]

Reading the panel, Qian Renchuan grinned and laughed aloud.

Just as I thought.

Those two cultivation maniacs are going all out again!

First thing in the morning, they open their eyes and get straight to grinding.

And collecting my tenfold returns couldn't feel better.

I don't have to do a thing all day. I can just sleep in bed while my strength shoots up.

But he soon noticed something.

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

In other words, he was effectively already level 26.

Yet without a Soul Ring, he was stuck here, unable to truly break through.

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

This is all Qian Xunji's fault.

If he hadn't had nothing better to do than insist on packing me off to Spirit Academy...

I'd probably already be in the Star Dou Great Forest with Grandpa Qian Daoliu, looking for a Soul Ring.

But now?

All I can do is watch the numbers overflow. What a waste.

Beside him, Li Yan and Zhao Mang froze when they saw the Eldest Young Master sitting on his bed in a daze after waking up.

They exchanged a glance, then cautiously reminded him,

"Eldest Young Master, please have breakfast."

"This is fresh from the cafeteria, still piping hot. It won't taste as good if you let it go cold."

Zhao Mang was all smiles too.

"There's no rush, Eldest Young Master, no rush at all. If it's not enough, we'll get you more."

Qian Renchuan finally came back to his senses. He glanced at them, the corners of his mouth curling up again.

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

Now they finally knew the pecking order.

They knew who really ran this dorm room.

They had been trained pretty well, and he was quite satisfied.

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

Li Yan and Zhao Mang exchanged another glance.

Both had tears welling in their eyes.

Sob, sob...

The Eldest Young Master nodded at us.

He's finally stopped talking to us with his fists. How "touching."

Breakfast was over.

Qian Renchuan had barely put down his chopsticks.

Li Yan and Zhao Mang rushed over, competing to clean up.

"I'll do it, I'll do it! Just rest, Eldest Young Master!"

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

Zhao Mang refused to be outdone.

He produced a rag as though by magic and wiped the table until it gleamed.

Only once they were nearly finished did Qian Renchuan stretch and casually say,

"All right, let's go. Time for class."

"Yes, yes, of course."

Li Yan and Zhao Mang hurried after him, looking every bit like a pair of lackeys.

They kept calling him "Eldest Young Master" and "Dorm Leader," their voices positively brimming with affection.

On the way to the Second-Year Class's classroom.

The sunshine was just right.

It felt warm and pleasant on their skin.

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

The sight of Li Yan's and Zhao Mang's faces, swollen like pigs' heads, especially left them gaping in shock.

"Aren't those Li Yan and Zhao Mang? How did they get beaten up that badly?"

"No idea. They were fine yesterday afternoon."

"Look at them sucking up to the Eldest Young Master. How embarrassing."

Hearing the comments around them, Li Yan and Zhao Mang hung their heads so low they wished they could crawl into a crack in the ground.

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

With his hands in his pockets, he strolled ahead, completely unconcerned by everyone else's stares.

They reached the Second-Year Class's classroom.

Nearly every seat inside was already taken.

Everyone was chattering away.

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

The moment they entered.

The classroom fell silent.

Every gaze landed on them at once.

Then gasps rose one after another.

"Whoa, what the hell 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, utterly baffled.

Li Yan and Zhao Mang were deeply embarrassed. They stammered for ages without offering any explanation.

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

Were they supposed to admit that two ten-year-old Soul Grandmasters had been beaten into this state by a six-year-old with no Soul Rings, using nothing but his fists?

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

But Huyan Ye, the Second-Year Class's class monitor, was no fool.

Sitting near the front, he studied Li Yan and Zhao Mang, then looked at Qian Renchuan, who had walked ahead of them looking perfectly relaxed.

He instantly saw through what had happened.

He was utterly shocked.

Yesterday afternoon, when Qian Renchuan had sent the round-faced boy flying with one punch, they could still put it down to luck.

But Li Yan and Zhao Mang were genuine Soul Grandmasters above level twenty. How could both of them have been beaten so badly?

Qian Renchuan must have used his Martial Souls!

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

At that thought.

Huyan Ye abruptly sprang to his feet.

He pointed at Qian Renchuan and loudly rebuked him,

"Qian Renchuan!"

"You've gone too far!"

Everyone else in the classroom jumped at Huyan Ye's shout and turned to look at him.

Qian Renchuan stopped too and turned toward him.

"What's with all the yelling first thing in the morning?"

"Are you out of your mind?"

Huyan Ye's expression was icy as he strode over and stopped before Qian Renchuan.

Then he pointed at Li Yan's and Zhao Mang's faces behind him, his tone dark.

"Qian Renchuan!"

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

"You've clearly broken the school rules!"

"So this is how you use your status as the Pope's Eldest Young Master? You ignore the academy's rules and use your Martial Souls to beat your classmates like this?"

At Huyan Ye's words, the classroom erupted.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

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

"Exactly! What's so impressive about bullying people with twin Martial Souls?"

"He's way too arrogant! We have to report him to the Instructor and have him disciplined!"

Qian Renchuan didn't bother responding to any of their accusations.

He really thought these brats were unbearably noisy. All they ever did was make a fuss.

Explain?

What do I have to explain to them?

I can't be bothered, and they don't deserve to hear it!

Under everyone's hostile stares, Qian Renchuan simply brushed past Huyan Ye.

Once he reached his seat.

He casually waved a hand.

Smack.

A soft pillow woven with gold thread dropped out of his Storage Soul Tool and landed on the desk.

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

The whole sequence flowed effortlessly.

It was perfectly natural.

He treated Huyan Ye and the entire class as though they didn't exist.