394. Seducing My Son? Unforgivable!

“Excellent.”

A faint smile appeared on Qian Renjue’s face.

The Beast Academy, huh? He decided to go a little easier on them.

At his signal, a red-robed cardinal stepped into the center of the plaza.

Facing the Beast Academy team, he announced in a fair tone:
“All participating members of the Beast Academy, please enter the arena!”

Before long, under the watchful eyes of the other teams, seven students from Beast Academy stepped onto the field.

Qian Renjue gave them a brief glance—and was immediately disappointed.

They were all Soul Elders.

Sensing his disappointment, the Beast Academy team gritted their teeth.

They knew they had no chance of winning, but to be so blatantly dismissed was unbearable.

Without further ado, the cardinal officially started the match.

“Brothers, release your martial spirits!”

At the team captain's command, all seven members activated their martial spirits.

Multicolored soul rings appeared under their feet—each of them was a three-ring Soul Elder. Their martial spirits were mostly wolves, tigers, and leopards—effective, but far from high-quality.

Qian Renjue remained stationary, standing in place with a faint smile.

“Since you’re the first to challenge me,”


“I’ll allow you to make the first move. I won’t even budge.”



“Allow us?!”

His words made the veins on the Beast Academy team’s foreheads bulge in anger.

Not activating his martial spirit or revealing his soul rings was insulting enough.

But now he was acting as if they needed his permission to attack?

“Fine!”

The Beast Academy captain shouted furiously, clinging to the slim hope that they might find a way to win.

“Brothers, let’s attack together!”

“Right!”

At his call, the seven members unleashed their soul skills one after another:

“Second Soul Skill: Burning Fury!”

“Third Soul Skill: Flaming Leopard Charge!”

“Third Soul Skill: Twin Wolves’ Assault!”

“Third Soul Skill: Tiger Roar Jungle!”


In full view of the audience, a barrage of ferocious attacks descended upon Qian Renjue.

The tigers and leopards roared, their bloodthirsty fangs bared.

But Qian Renjue didn’t flinch. He stood unmoving, still wearing his signature smile.

Hu Liena and her companions watched with faint pity in their eyes.

In the audience, some were hopeful, while others feared Qian Renjue might actually lose, taking the grand prize with him.

But in an instant, the atmosphere shifted.

Almost everyone’s gaze turned to shock.

Around Qian Renjue, a swirling wind inexplicably rose, forming a transparent vortex that enveloped him like a shield.

To everyone’s disbelief, the attacks from the Beast Academy team dissipated the moment they touched the barrier, scattering like dust in the wind.

“How is this possible?!”

The stunned exclamations came not just from the Beast Academy team but from other participants and teachers alike.

Qian Renjue ignored their shock, his warm smile inexplicably chilling.

He kindly reminded them:
“Prepare yourselves—it’s my turn now.”

As his words fell, the Beast Academy captain panicked, shouting hastily to his team:

“Quick! Scatter!”

The seven immediately darted in different directions.

“Sleep"



Qian Renjue’s voice was soft, almost indifferent.

The scene that followed left the audience utterly horrified.

“Ahh! What’s happening?!”

The members of the Beast Academy screamed in terror as an invisible force yanked them from their positions, slamming them into one another with brutal force.

“Ugh!”

BANG!

With just one move, all seven, including their captain, collapsed unconscious.

The sight of the defeated Beast Academy team sprawled across the ground left the entire arena in stunned silence.

The teachers from Beast Academy broke out in cold sweat, their faces pale as they stumbled into the arena to retrieve their students under the cardinal’s urging.

Qian Renjue smiled faintly and turned his gaze toward the remaining teams.

“Next.”

Meeting his eyes, even the most talented among them couldn’t help but avert their gaze.



Exchanging Glances, Searching for Answers

How exactly did Qian Renjue do that earlier? He didn’t even activate his martial spirit!

“Yay! That’s amazing! Go, Brother Holy Son!”

Ning Rongrong’s little face turned bright red with excitement. She was just about to shake her gem and cheer loudly when Ning Fengzhi quickly covered her mouth, glancing apologetically at Pope Bibi Dong sitting nearby.

Bibi Dong’s gaze calmly swept over Ning Fengzhi before settling on Ning Rongrong.

The little girl’s excitement quickly faded, and she looked at Bibi Dong with a hint of nervousness.

“Hehehe.”

Bibi Dong chuckled lightly, raising her brow at Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong’s face lit up again with joy, but she quieted down.

“The Pope is so beautiful,” she thought. “And so gentle.”

Her bright eyes even reminded her of her Holy Son Brother’s gaze.

As Bibi Dong shifted her focus downward, her eyes turned cold, locking onto a woman in a black dress.

Bibi Dong had been watching her for a while. The emotions in the woman’s eyes were unrestrained and blatant.

This shameless woman!

What is she planning to do with her Jue?!

Liu Erlong, who had been feeling elated for Qian Renjue, suddenly felt a chill.

Slowly raising her eyes, she met Bibi Dong’s dark, icy purple gaze.

Instinctively, she clenched her fists.

After all, she was Qian Renjue’s senior and his teacher.

Liu Erlong’s feelings were complicated, filled with worry.

Still, with determination, she held Bibi Dong’s gaze, nodding slightly in greeting before looking away.

No matter what, she wouldn’t give up.

Bibi Dong frowned, her expression growing darker.

Could it be... she really has something going on with Jue?

Shameless woman! If you dare seduce my son, I won’t forgive you!


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“Uncle Sword, did you figure anything out?”

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo hadn’t noticed Bibi Dong’s changing expression, as they were engrossed in discussing Qian Renjue’s abilities.

Sword Douluo’s sharp gaze flickered.

“It seems to be an advanced application of spiritual power,” he speculated.

Spiritual power?

Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly in agreement.


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The competition resumed.

As the teams recovered from the shock brought by Qian Renjue, several more teams stepped forward to challenge him individually.

Without exception, none of them stood a chance.

Most barely had the opportunity to make a move before being easily defeated by Qian Renjue.

“Haah—”

After dismissing another group, Qian Renjue yawned in boredom.

Glancing at the tense atmosphere among the remaining competitors, he narrowed his eyes and sighed.

“Don’t you all think this pace is far too slow?”

“If you don’t want to go all in, how about sending two teams at once? At least make me move a little.”

“...”

His words made all the competitors clench their fists, speechless with frustration.

What a humiliating statement—yet none of them could refute it!

Qian Renjue, however, had already noticed some of the academy teachers discussing cooperation.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before four teams’ teachers stepped forward together.

“Your Highness, may we request a lesson from you?”

“Sure, I don’t mind. The more, the merrier.”

Qian Renjue’s smile grew wider.

Soon, twenty-five Soul Elders and three Soul Ancestors stood before him.

At that moment, no one mocked them.

Instead, everyone began strategizing, considering pulling more teams together for the next match.

The more people, the more Qian Renjue would be worn down!

They thought if they added enough, they might seize victory in the next round.

But they soon realized their thoughts were nothing more than wishful thinking.

Qian Renjue finally moved.

And yet, no one could see exactly how he moved.

The only indication of his actions was the steady collapse of students in the center of the plaza.

Qian Renjue walked with the wind, targeting each opponent after they activated their martial spirits.

One by one, he knocked them all unconscious!

The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall—what was his true cultivation level? What was his martial spirit?

No one had the answer.

And no one was about to tell them.