Just Now He Was a Good-for-Nothing Son, and Now He's a Peerless Prodigy???

Outside the Boys' Dormitory.

A group of girls from the Second-Year Class had been hiding in a corner, whispering excitedly among themselves.

Suddenly, a flurry of footsteps came from the dormitory entrance.

At the sound, the girls lit up.

"They're coming out! They're coming out!"

"Let's go see! Qian Renchuan must have gotten beaten to a pulp!"

The girls had only wanted to find out how badly Qian Renchuan had been beaten, then laugh at him for good measure.

But instead...

When they got close enough to see who had come out,

they all froze, eyes wide with shock.

They were utterly baffled.

What was going on?

Huyan Ye and the others had come out bruised and swollen, their clothes in tatters.

They were supporting one another.

They looked miserable.

Some were even groaning softly.

The girls stared, stunned and full of questions.

What was going on?

Hadn't Huyan Ye and more than a dozen others gone to gang up on Qian Renchuan?

Why did it look as though they were the ones who had been ganged up on?

Qian Renxue, standing behind the crowd, was just as astonished.

At the sight of Huyan Ye and the others' swollen faces, shock surged through her.

How is this possible?

More than a dozen Soul Grandmasters, beaten like this by him alone?

Even if they couldn't use their Martial Souls in a private fight, it shouldn't have turned out like this!

Since when was he this fierce?!

Qian Renxue was frustrated, but more than that, she was stunned.

She had thought Qian Renchuan would be beaten so badly he would flee with his head in his hands, perhaps even awakening his competitive spirit through the humiliation.

Then, from that day on, he would resolve to better himself.

He would train desperately.

And finally avenge his defeat.

But instead?!

Never in her wildest dreams had she expected Qian Renchuan to crush everyone single-handedly.

That physical strength...

He was a monster!

At last, one of the girls in the crowd cautiously asked,

"Class monitor, what..."

"What happened? Where's Qian Renchuan?"

At those words, Huyan Ye finally broke down and burst into tears.

"Waaah..."

"We were tricked by the Pope..."

"He's no good-for-nothing! Compared to him, we're the good-for-nothings... Waaah..."

The girls looked at one another, more confused than ever.

Tricked by the Pope?

What on earth did that mean?

Meanwhile,

at Spirit Academy,

in the Chief's Office,

the Academy Chiefs had been unable to sleep after learning that Huyan Ye and the others had made their move.

They had been waiting there for news.

Qian Renchuan was the Pope's own son. Even with the Pope's approval, they were still worried.

They feared he might be seriously hurt.

If he broke an arm or a leg and the Pope blamed them, none of them could bear the consequences.

Fortunately, they did not have to wait long. Before long, hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor.

Instructor Chen pushed the door open and strode in.

The Academy Chiefs rose at once and asked anxiously,

"Instructor Chen, what happened?"

"How did it go?"

"How badly is Qian Renchuan hurt? Has he been taken to the Infirmary?"

But Instructor Chen wore a strangely strained expression.

He looked at the anxious Academy Chiefs, then swallowed.

Only then did he take a deep breath and say,

"Chiefs, Qian Renchuan is fine."

At that, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good. That's good."

"It seems Huyan Ye and the others knew when to stop. At least nothing serious happened."

The Academy Chiefs assumed Huyan Ye and the others had shown restraint and avoided causing serious harm.

Whatever else had happened, Qian Renchuan was safe.

They would be able to answer to the Pope.

But then Instructor Chen continued,

"He beat every last one of them."

What?

The office

fell deathly silent.

At first, the Academy Chiefs did not understand. Once his words sank in, they were stunned.

Every one of them stared at him,

speechless.

"In... Instructor Chen..."

"What did you say?"

"He beat all of them? How is that possible?"

"I didn't believe it at first either."

Instructor Chen gave a wry smile, then recounted everything he had seen in detail.

When he finished,

the Academy Chiefs were even more dumbfounded.

"What? He didn't use his Martial Soul? He beat more than a dozen Soul Grandmasters until they were crying for help with nothing but physical strength?"

"Is... is he really only six years old?"

The Academy Chiefs could no longer sit still. They cried out,

"Quick!"

"Tell the Pope at once!"

"This is enormous news!"

"The Eldest Young Master is a true genius!"

At the Pope's Palace,

Yue Guan hurriedly woke Qian Xunji, who had already gone to bed.

Qian Xunji jolted awake, deeply irritated. His voice was icy.

"Yue Guan, you'd better have a good reason, or you'll regret waking me tonight."

Yue Guan came in with a rueful smile.

"Your Holiness, there's news about the Eldest Young Master."

Hearing it was about Qian Renchuan only made Qian Xunji more irritated.

Yue Guan had woken him in the middle of the night with news about that wretched son of his. He did not want to hear it.

"Must every damned little problem be reported to me?"

"Can't you handle it yourself?"

"If he's hurt, send him to the Infirmary. As long as he's alive, that's enough. You woke me over something so trivial?"

Yue Guan smiled ruefully again.

Even he had struggled to believe the report when he first heard it.

After all, the Eldest Young Master was only six, while Huyan Ye and the others were all around eleven or twelve.

And this was Douluo Continent. Many eleven- and twelve-year-olds were already nearly as tall as adults.

Yet the Eldest Young Master had taken down more than a dozen of them by himself?

But the messenger had sworn it was true. What else could Yue Guan do?

He hurried to explain,

"Your Holiness, the Eldest Young Master wasn't hurt."

"He's uninjured. The ones who went to beat him up are the ones who got hurt."

Qian Xunji paused.

"What do you mean?"

Yue Guan then told Qian Xunji exactly what had happened at Spirit Academy that night.

"Without using his Martial Soul, the Eldest Young Master knocked down more than a dozen Soul Grandmasters single-handedly."

"Huyan Ye and the others are all lying in the Infirmary now."

Qian Xunji listened.

His drowsiness vanished. He sprang from the bed in shock.

"What did you say? He beat more than a dozen Soul Grandmasters by himself?"

After a brief moment of astonishment, delight swept over Qian Xunji, and he burst into hearty laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"Good! Excellent!"

"Qian Renchuan truly is my son!"

"He hasn't disgraced the Qian Family!"

"That physical strength, that talent... He's a peerless prodigy!"