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

Qian Renchuan was being insufferably arrogant.

Huyan Ye's face turned green with rage. He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles cracked.

He was a genius of the mighty Elephant Armor Sect.

The class monitor of the Second-Year Class.

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

What an insult!

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

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

The more he thought, the angrier he got.

The angrier he got, the more he thought.

Huyan Ye finally exploded.

"Qian Renchuan, get up!"

With a roar, he 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 them tacit permission to do this!

She had even backed them!

That alone showed how much His Holiness the Pope despised the Eldest Young Master.

Otherwise, word would never have come down from above that they could target him however they liked, as long as they didn't kill him.

Of course, any adult could have guessed the Pope meant to toughen Qian Renchuan up.

But children around ten years old didn't think about such things.

They didn't understand her intentions at all. They simply assumed the Pope despised her eldest son.

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

They also hoped to win His Holiness the Pope's favor.

When Huyan Ye lost his temper, several students who usually got along with him stood up too. They closed in on Qian Renchuan, looking ready for a fight.

It looked as though they were about to attack.

Tension filled the room.

Just then, a cool voice came from outside the classroom.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Everyone turned toward the voice.

They froze, their expressions changing.

Qian Renxue stood in the doorway.

Her young face was set, and her eyes held a chill that warned everyone to keep their distance.

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

Someone hurried to greet her, eager to curry favor.

In yesterday afternoon's Practical Class, Qian Renxue had defeated Huyan Ye despite being at a lower level, thanks to her superb fighting technique.

She had earned everyone's respect.

Quite a few had also seen her afterward.

Even when training was over, Miss Xue had kept climbing the Back Mountain with Pig Iron on her back. Her determination had won her even more admiration.

That was how the world of soul masters worked.

If you had strength,

and you were willing to work yourself to the bone,

you earned people's respect.

Someone like Qian Renxue, who had strength and talent yet still worked hard, commanded everyone's respect.

No one dared look down on her or offend her.

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

She walked straight inside.

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

Qian Renxue stepped through the crowd.

She stopped in front of Qian Renchuan.

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

There's no helping him!

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

He's disgraced the Qian Family and made a mockery of Spirit Hall's authority!

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

Despite her frustration with Qian Renchuan, Qian Renxue forced down her anger. She turned to Huyan Ye and the others and spoke coldly.

"Class is about to start. What are you all doing here?"

"Looking for a fight?"

"If you are, fight me!"

Huyan Ye's face alternated between anger and embarrassment.

Then he remembered Qian Renxue was nothing like the good-for-nothing Qian Renchuan. He gritted his teeth but didn't dare make a move.

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

"Let's go."

The group dispersed at once and returned to their seats.

Just then, Huo Yuhao came back 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 good-for-nothing causes trouble wherever he goes.

He has no strength, yet he doesn't know how to keep his head down. Someone will do him in sooner or later.

Huo Yuhao gave Qian Renchuan one glance and ignored him.

The next moment,

he picked up his stool and moved away from the spot beside Qian Renchuan.

He sat down in another corner of the classroom.

He just wanted to stay 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 a new class.

Throughout the lesson, Qian Renchuan stayed sprawled across his desk, paying no attention as he slept.

He slept soundly.

He even began to snore softly.

The Instructor at the lectern watched him, his mouth twitching.

But he didn't dare say anything.

Instructions had already come down from above: the Pope's three children were to receive special treatment. As long as they caused no serious trouble, they were to be left alone.

The Instructor could only pretend not to see and continue teaching.

Huyan Ye and the others in the front grew even angrier.

He's too arrogant! He doesn't take us seriously at all!

Why won't the Instructor do anything? Why does he get to sleep in class?

No. I can't let this go!

Huyan Ye silently seethed, glancing repeatedly toward Qian Renchuan at the back.

At last, class ended.

The Instructor had barely announced the end of class and left the room when Huyan Ye stood and signaled to several of his friends.

He sent someone to fetch Zhao Mang and Li Yan from their corner seats.

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

Now and then, one of them turned around

and glared at Qian Renchuan, who was still fast 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 expressions grim.

They were too far away for anyone to hear what was being said.

When the bell rang for the next class,

Li Yan and Zhao Mang came back, looking troubled.

They returned to their seats and glanced back at Qian Renchuan, who was still asleep. Several times they opened their mouths to speak, only to swallow their words.

They were afraid.

On one hand, they feared Huyan Ye would retaliate.

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

Being caught between the two was unbearable.

Time passed quickly.

Soon it was lunchtime again.

The moment the bell rang, the students swarmed out of the classroom toward the dining hall.

Qian Renchuan finally woke up too.

He leisurely put away his pillow 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.

It looked like he needed to find a chance to get some exercise and pick up a new hobby.

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

They set the food out on the table first.

Then they respectfully invited 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 burst into tears.

The Eldest Young Master thanked us.

Sob...

We've come a long way.

Does this mean we're his people now?

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

The two exchanged looks.

Neither knew how to bring it up.

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

"What's with you two?"

"You look like you're constipated. If there's something you want to say, say it."

They hesitated for a long while before Li Yan finally gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Eldest Young Master, tonight..."

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