Only the Mediocre Deceive Themselves with the Three Words "Trash Martial Soul"!

Seeing Qian Renchuan's attitude.

Bibi Dong couldn't help but snort again, and reprimanded him without any politeness.

"You're only six years old, what do you know about theory?"

"I'm afraid they probably can't even recognize all the characters!"

"In my opinion, you'd better get out of here and focus on your cultivation."

"Stop wasting your talent with these Twin Martial Souls by doing such unproductive things all day."

"Otherwise, if the Pope blames you for your slow progress in cultivation, I won't be able to speak up for you."

Upon hearing these words...

Qian Renchuan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He immediately sneered inwardly.

Help me?

What did you do to help me?

Have you ever even once visited me from childhood to adulthood?

Now you're coming here pretending to be a virtuous, high-minded person.

But of course, you can't say these things out loud.

So Qian Renchuan simply leaned back in his chair, watching Bibi Dong's radiant smile.

"But sister, I'm almost finished writing."

"These manuscripts are almost finished being organized. In about two weeks, they should be ready to be sent to the Printing House for batch printing."

I heard Qian Renchuan say that printing would begin in another two weeks.

Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment.

An uncontrollable look of surprise crossed his face.

Is it about to succeed?

A six-year-old child spent over half a year tinkering in the Scripture Repository and actually came up with some kind of theory.

And it can even be used for printing?

Bibi Dong, of course, didn't believe it.

Regardless, she still subconsciously looked down at the table in front of Qian Renchuan.

Sure enough, a large number of manuscripts, already filled with writing, were neatly stacked on the table.

Bibi Dong's gaze swept over the paper, and she immediately saw the striking characters that Qian Renchuan had just written on the top sheet:

The Ten Laws of Martial Soul Evolution.

The moment I saw the name clearly.

She frowned immediately.

It felt like a huge stone had suddenly been pressed on my chest, making me feel suffocated and extremely uncomfortable.

That little bastard was definitely after Xiao Gang!

The theory that Xiao Gang painstakingly wrote over half his life is called "The Ten Core Competencies of Soul Masters".

This beast deliberately wrote something like "The Ten Laws of Martial Soul Evolution"!

Damn it!

How dare he target Xiao Gang's life's work!

Bibi Dong's anger instantly surged.

He couldn't resist reaching out and picking up the manuscripts on the table, then looking down at them.

Although the handwriting on the manuscript was a bit crooked due to his young age.

However, when Bibi Dong saw the contents of the first few pages, she could no longer suppress her anger.

It was filled with extremely sharp criticisms and rebuttals to "The Ten Core Competencies of Soul Masters," each sentence hitting the nail on the head and belittling Yu Xiaogang's theory to nothing.

This scene.

This sight made her breathless and extremely angry.

The next moment, he suddenly looked up and stared intently at Qian Renchuan opposite him, gritting his teeth as he asked,

"Did you write all of this yourself?"

"Yes."

Qian Renchuan looked completely innocent, pretending not to understand why she was angry.

"Sister, I wrote all of these."

What do you think of my writing?

Before he could even Bibi Dong speaking, Qian Renchuan pointed to a line of text on the manuscript, adding fuel to the fire.

"Sister, look! Especially this sentence, I think I wrote it really well!"

"In that book, 'The Ten Core Competencies of Soul Masters,' there's a line that says, 'There are no useless Martial Soul, only useless Soul Master.'"

"But I think that statement is absolutely wrong!"

Seeing Bibi Dong's increasingly unpleasant expression, Qian Renchuan felt a secret sense of satisfaction, and his voice grew even louder.

"I believe that while Martial Soul are neither superior nor inferior, Soul Master are neither noble nor lowly, it is only the mediocre who deceive themselves by Trash Martial Soul!"

"Sister, what do you think of this sentence I wrote?"

"Isn't it incredibly imposing?"

"Can this song be spread?"

Only the mediocre deceive themselves by using the phrase "Trash Martial Soul"!

Only the mediocre deceive themselves by using the phrase "Trash Martial Soul"!

Mediocre people deceive themselves with the words "Trash Martial Soul"!!!

Upon hearing this,

To Bibi Dong, it sounded absolutely grating!

It was as if Qian Renchuan had slapped Yu Xiaogang several times in front of her, which only fueled his rage to its peak.

What do you mean by deceiving yourself with the words "Trash Martial Soul" for the sake of mediocrity?

Doesn't this mean he thinks Xiao Gang is mediocre?

Is this just self-deception?

Damn it!

That little beast deserves to die!

Do you still dare to ask him if his writing is good or not?

"Good!"

"Well written!"

She clenched her fist tightly, crumpling the few pages of her painstakingly handwritten manuscript into a ball of waste paper.

The look in her eyes as she glared at Qian Renchuan was one of utter hatred, as if she wanted to devour him.

He gritted his teeth and threw down a sentence.

"Since you wrote it this way, I'm relieved!"

After saying that, she turned around abruptly, not even glancing at Qian Renchuan, and strode out of the Scripture Repository.

After exiting the main gate of the Scripture Repository.

The maids who had been waiting outside quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"Saintess."

Bibi Dong's face turned ashen.

"To the Pope's Palace!"

She's going to ask Qian Xunji right now.

How exactly has he raised his son all these years?!

How could anyone raise such a jealous and envious beast who specializes in slandering others' hard work?!

Scripture Repository.

He watched Bibi Dong angrily left.

Qian Renchuan then sat down in the chair again.

He sneered as he looked at the crumpled paper on the table.

"Heh, so Yu Xiaogang is allowed to plagiarize and write on scrap paper, but we're not allowed to tell the truth?"

"Would it make you feel bad if I said too much?"

"What a huge joke."

The next moment, Qian Renchuan nonchalantly spread out a new sheet of paper and continued to bury himself in his writing.

Just then, Hu Liena, who was hiding behind a bookshelf in the distance, leaned over the shelf and looked over, her little face displaying an extremely strange expression.

It seems the Eldest Young Master son and the Saintess have a really bad relationship.

Should I still do the task the Saintess gave me before she entered?

The Saintess said that if I secretly destroyed the Eldest Young Master's manuscripts, she would take me as her student and teach me personally.

But these manuscripts are the culmination of months of hard work by the Eldest Young Master son.

Hu Liena bit her lip.

No!

My Eldest Young Master son, took me out of the Nursery.

He's always been so good to me, sharing all the good food with me. I absolutely can't let him get away with this!

After I figured it out.

Hu Liena jogged over to Qian Renchuan's side.

"Eldest Young Master."

"When the Saintess came in just now, she quietly told me to find an opportunity to pretend to accidentally spill ink and ruin your manuscript."

"I feel that doing this is wrong, so I wanted to tell you."

Qian Renchuan's hand, which was writing, stopped abruptly.

I never expected that Bibi Dong would resort to such despicable tactics to protect that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang, even going so far as to instigate a two-year-old child to do bad things.

Then he chuckled to himself.

He put down his pen, reached out and gently patted Hu Liena's head, his tone soft.

"Okay, I understand."

Thanks, Nana.

"You're welcome, Saint Son."

Hu Liena closed her eyes, letting Qian Renchuan stroke her head with a look of enjoyment on her face.

"Little Nana would never hurt you."