Eldest Young Master, Why Don't You Go Back to Spirit Hall Tonight?

Qian Renchuan's arrogance was plain for all to see.

Huyan Ye's face turned green with rage. He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

He was a distinguished genius of the Elephant Armor Sect.

The class president of the Second-Year Class.

Yet when he called Qian Renchuan out in front of everyone, the man ignored him and went straight to sleep.

What an insult!!!

The more Huyan Ye thought about it, the angrier he got.

The angrier he got, the more he thought about it.

And the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

His anger fed his thoughts, and his thoughts fed his anger.

Huyan Ye finally exploded.

"Qian Renchuan, get up!"

He roared and strode toward Qian Renchuan at the back of the classroom.

So what if he was the Pope's son?

What difference did that make?

The Pope had given her tacit approval for everything they did!

She had even backed them!!!

That alone showed just how much His Holiness the Pope despised her eldest son.

Otherwise, she would never have had word passed down that they could target him however they pleased, as long as they did not beat him to death.

As for that order...

Any adult could have guessed that the Pope wanted to toughen Qian Renchuan up.

But children around ten years old did not think that far.

They did not understand the Pope's intentions at all. They simply thought she hated her eldest son.

That was why Huyan Ye and the others went after Qian Renchuan without holding back.

They also hoped to curry favor with His Holiness the Pope.

When Huyan Ye erupted,

several students who were usually close to him stood as well and closed in on Qian Renchuan.

They were on the verge of attacking.

The classroom grew tense.

Just then, a cool voice came from the doorway.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Everyone turned toward the voice.

They froze, their expressions changing.

Qian Renxue stood in the doorway.

Her small face was taut, and a chill in her eyes warned everyone to stay away.

"Miss Xue, you're back from training."

Someone hurried to greet her, eager to please.

In yesterday afternoon's Practical Class, Qian Renxue had defeated Huyan Ye despite their difference in rank, relying on exquisite fighting technique.

She had won everyone's respect.

And plenty of people had seen what she did afterward.

Even after training ended, Miss Xue had kept climbing the Back Mountain with pig iron on her back. Her fierce determination had earned her even more admiration.

That was how the Soul Master World worked.

If you had strength,

and you were willing to push yourself,

you earned people's respect.

Someone like Qian Renxue, who was strong, talented, and hardworking, commanded everyone's respect all the more.

No one dared look down on her or offend her.

But Qian Renxue gave no response to their ingratiating greetings. Her face remained taut.

She walked straight inside.

The students surrounding Qian Renchuan's seat hurriedly made way for her.

Qian Renxue stepped into the circle.

She stopped in front of Qian Renchuan.

Seeing her elder brother still sprawled over his pillow, ready to sleep, she felt a surge of disappointment.

He really is hopeless!

They're insulting him to his face, and he can still sleep?

He's disgraced the Qian Family and dragged Spirit Hall's dignity through the mud!

Standing up for him yesterday was a complete waste of time!

But despite her frustration with Qian Renchuan, Qian Renxue forced down her anger and turned a cold gaze on Huyan Ye and the others.

"Class is about to start. Why are you all crowding around here?"

"Looking for a fight?"

"If you want to fight, fight me!"

Huyan Ye's face shifted between livid and pale.

He remembered that Qian Renxue was nothing like that useless Qian Renchuan. After gritting his teeth, he still did not dare make a move.

"Since Miss Xue has spoken, we'll let it go this time, for your sake."

"Let's go."

The students dispersed and returned to their seats.

Just then, Huo Yuhao returned from practicing the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

The moment he entered the classroom,

he sensed that something was off.

His gaze swept the room before settling on Qian Renchuan, asleep at his desk.

He sneered inwardly.

That loser stirs up trouble wherever he goes.

He has no strength and doesn't even know how to keep his head down. Sooner or later, someone will make him pay.

After one glance at Qian Renchuan, Huo Yuhao paid him no more attention.

Then,

he picked up his chair and left the spot beside Qian Renchuan.

He sat down in another corner of the classroom.

He wanted to get as far from that idiot as possible, lest the stupidity rub off on him.

Before long,

the Instructor entered with his lesson plan and began the next class.

Throughout the lesson, Qian Renchuan remained sprawled over his desk, ignoring everything as he slept soundly.

He slept like a baby.

He even began to snore softly.

The Instructor stood at the front of the room, watching, his mouth twitching.

But he did not dare say a word.

His superiors had already instructed him to treat the Pope's three children differently. As long as they caused no major trouble, he was to leave them be.

The Instructor could only pretend he had seen nothing and continue teaching.

Huyan Ye and the others sitting up front grew even angrier.

The nerve of him! He doesn't take any of us seriously!

The Instructor isn't even stopping him. Why does he get to sleep in class?

No. I can't let this go!

Huyan Ye seethed, his gaze repeatedly darting toward Qian Renchuan in the back row.

At last, class ended.

The Instructor had barely dismissed them and left the room when Huyan Ye stood and signaled to his accomplices.

He had someone bring Zhao Mang and Li Yan over from their seats in the corner.

The group gathered in a corner of the corridor outside the classroom, muttering among themselves.

Now and then, one of them glanced back.

Their eyes fixed with open hostility on Qian Renchuan, who was still sound asleep inside.

Then they turned back to their plotting.

Occasional cold chuckles escaped them.

Only Zhao Mang and Li Yan stood to one side, their faces grim.

They were too far away for anyone to hear what they were saying.

When the bell rang for the next class,

Li Yan and Zhao Mang returned, their faces still grim.

Back at their seats, they looked over their shoulders at Qian Renchuan, still asleep. Several times, they opened their mouths to speak, only to swallow the words.

They were afraid.

On one hand, they feared Huyan Ye's retaliation.

On the other, they feared Qian Renchuan's hammer-like fists even more.

Being caught in the middle was unbearable.

Time passed in a blink.

Soon, it was lunchtime again.

As soon as the bell rang, the students swarmed out of the classroom toward the dining hall.

Qian Renchuan finally woke up too.

He put his pillow away at an unhurried pace and headed straight back to the dormitory.

Standing in the middle of the room, Qian Renchuan stretched from side to side, his joints cracking.

He really had been sleeping a bit too much these past two days.

He would have to find a chance to get some exercise and cultivate a new hobby.

Just then, Zhao Mang and Li Yan returned carrying boxed lunches.

They laid the food out on the table first.

Only then did they respectfully invite Qian Renchuan to eat.

"Eldest Young Master, we brought your lunch."

Qian Renchuan walked over, took the chopsticks, and said casually,

"Thanks."

Then he dug in.

Standing beside him, Zhao Mang and Li Yan nearly teared up again.

The Eldest Young Master thanked us.

Sob...

That wasn't easy.

Does that mean we're his people now?

And if we're his people, what about today?

They exchanged looks.

Neither could bring himself to speak.

After a couple of bites, Qian Renchuan seemed to sense something. He looked up at them and asked,

"What's wrong?"

"You two look constipated. If something's on your mind, just say it."

The two wrestled with themselves for a long moment before Li Yan finally gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Eldest Young Master, tonight..."

"Why don't you go back to Spirit Hall?"