Qian Xunji Really Was a Madman

It was lunchtime.

The food at Spirit Academy was genuinely good.

It was barely any worse than what Qian Renchuan had eaten at the Riverside Courtyard.

He was quite pleased with that, and promptly sat down at the table and began shoveling it into his mouth.

He ate with relish.

Before long, however, he noticed something odd about Zhao Mang and Li Yan standing beside him.

Ever since returning with their food, those two had been exchanging meaningful looks.

Their expressions made them look downright constipated.

They stood there, not knowing what to do with their hands or feet, looking as though they wanted to say something but couldn't get it out.

"What's wrong with you two?"

After casually wiping his mouth, Qian Renchuan looked up at them and asked,

"What's with those constipated looks? If you've got something to say, spit it out. Stop hemming and hawing."

Li Yan and Zhao Mang exchanged a glance.

In the end, Li Yan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and spoke.

"Eldest Young Master, how about... taking leave tonight and going back to Spirit Hall?"

Qian Renchuan was quite surprised by Li Yan's words.

"Why would I go back to Spirit Hall out of the blue?"

"Don't you know that your Pope was the one who exiled me here in the first place?"

If he could go back, he would have done so long ago. Why would he stay here sleeping on a hard desk every day and dealing with a bunch of little brats?

Wasn't lounging in a rocking chair and sunbathing at the Riverside Courtyard far more comfortable?

From the look of things, Qian Xunji was determined to dump him at Spirit Academy.

If he ran back on his own now, who knew what Qian Xunji would put him through next?

But Zhao Mang looked utterly helpless.

"Eldest Young Master, you don't understand."

"When class ended this morning, the class monitor..."

"Huyan Ye, that is, called the two of us over."

"They discussed it and decided to bring people over after lights-out tonight to teach you a harsh lesson."

"And quite a few classmates are coming. More than a dozen of them, all saying they want to show you what's what."

Qian Renchuan was even more surprised.

He really hadn't expected Huyan Ye to be that bold.

Picking on him on the field or in the classroom was one thing. After all, he usually acted like a slacker and slept all day, so he could understand why that annoyed people.

They were all children around ten years old.

It was perfectly normal for them to be competitive and dislike him.

But bringing people over for a sneak attack in the middle of the night was an entirely different matter.

That was an organized, premeditated group assault.

Wasn't Huyan Ye afraid Qian Xunji would hold him accountable?

At that thought, Qian Renchuan frowned and asked,

"Don't they know who I am?"

"I'm the Pope's own son. Aren't they afraid Spirit Hall will come after them for beating me up in the middle of the night?"

Zhao Mang looked miserable.

"I told them!"

"I reminded the class monitor right then that you're the Eldest Young Master and that he couldn't just do whatever he wanted."

"But the class monitor said the orders came from above, and that His Holiness the Pope had approved them!"

"He said His Holiness the Pope had been unhappy with you for a long time and specifically told them to take good care of you. As long as they didn't kill you, they could teach you a lesson however they liked."

At those words,

Qian Renchuan's mind rang with a buzz.

His head nearly exploded on the spot.

Motherfucker.

Qian Xunji!

You're one hell of a father!

Only then did he finally understand why Qian Xunji had shoved them into Spirit Academy.

So that was it.

To force me to cultivate?

You'd even stoop to something this dirty?

You secretly told a bunch of students to gang up on your own son in the middle of the night? Are you even my real father?

Qian Renchuan furiously cursed him in his mind.

Qian Xunji really was a madman.

To keep his disciple from leaving, he had committed the secret chamber incident.

Now, to force his own son's hand, he had actually incited others to gang up on him.

Qian Renchuan's expression darkened. He had to take several deep breaths before he could somewhat suppress his emotions.

Only then did he look at the two boys opposite him and ask curiously,

"If you both know the Pope arranged this, how am I supposed to go back?"

"The Pope is determined to mess with me. Even if I can run back to Spirit Hall, can I outrun his orders?"

"And you two, if you know this is what the Pope wants, how do you dare come warn me?"

"Aren't you afraid the Pope will find out afterward and come after you?"

"And have you both expelled?"

Li Yan and Zhao Mang were utterly helpless, sighing repeatedly.

"Eldest Young Master, we don't want to do this either. We don't want to disobey the Pope's orders."

"But you're only six!"

"Huyan Ye and his crowd are all ten years old, and every one of them is a Soul Grandmaster above level twenty. They don't know when to pull their punches."

"We're really afraid something will happen to you in the dorm. What if they actually hurt you badly?"

Zhao Mang hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"That's right, Eldest Young Master. The Pope might be saying they can beat you however they want right now."

"But if something really happens to you, like losing an arm or breaking a leg, he might turn on them immediately!"

"If the Pope turns on us, we're all finished!"

"Especially the two of us, since we share your dorm. The Pope will definitely take it out on us and say we failed to protect you."

"We actually tried to talk Huyan Ye out of it earlier today, telling him not to take things too far."

"But Huyan Ye wouldn't listen at all. He's completely carried away now, dead set on impressing the Pope."

"We really had no other choice, so we thought we'd warn you."

"Eldest Young Master, please go back to Spirit Hall tonight. Or even just stay somewhere else for the night. You might be able to avoid this disaster."

After hearing their explanation, Qian Renchuan found it rather amusing.

Those two were fairly sharp. They understood that when the powerful fought, ordinary people suffered.

But things had already reached this point. There was no avoiding it.

Even if he could dodge them today,

What about tomorrow?

A thief could plot for a thousand days, but could anyone stay on guard for a thousand days?

Qian Renchuan helplessly spread his hands.

"All right, I get it. Let them come, then."

Li Yan and Zhao Mang's eyes widened, their faces filled with shock.

"Let them come? Eldest Young Master, there are more than a dozen of them!"

"Well, what else can I do?"

"They keep watching me every day and following me wherever I go. It's driving me crazy."

"If they want to play, I'll just beat them into submission once and for all. That'll save me from having them bother me while I'm sleeping every day."

The two were instantly speechless.

They stood there, not knowing what to say.

They truly hadn't expected Qian Renchuan to be so conceited.

Even if the academy forbade using Martial Souls in private fights, Huyan Ye's group still had more than a dozen people.

More than a dozen ten-year-old Soul Grandmasters, each a size bigger than Qian Renchuan.

No matter how strong Qian Renchuan was, he was only six. How could he possibly take on more than a dozen opponents?

But they had already explained everything so clearly, and Qian Renchuan was still being this stubborn. There was nothing they could do.

They could only lament their plight inwardly.

That afternoon.

The sun shone brightly, and a gentle breeze blew.

Yet the atmosphere in the Second-Level Class was distinctly strange.

News of Huyan Ye and his group's plans for that night spread through the entire Second-Level Class at an astonishing speed.

As a result, quite a few students began looking at Qian Renchuan with ill intent.

They all exchanged meaningful looks.

They were waiting to enjoy the show that night.

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