Chapter 915: Well Thought Out

You should know, the White Tiger Palace Master dotes on Wu Qiong immensely; once, when Wu Qiong caused trouble, the White Tiger Palace Master didn't hesitate to offend a big shot to protect him.

Ye Qingran, being such an insignificant person, is naturally not worth mentioning.

Hearing the crowd's chatter, Wu Qiong grew even more pleased, lifted his chin slightly, glared at Ye Qingran, and said in a commanding tone: "Ye Qingran, kneel!"

Everyone's hearts jumped, they sucked in a breath of cold air, thinking Wu Qiong truly lived up to being a genius disciple of the White Tiger Palace, his bearing was naturally imposing.

A smug smile flickered in Yang Jiaomi's eyes. With Wu Qiong backing her, what did she have to worry about not being able to deal with that despicable wretch Ye Qingran?

Today, she not only wants Ye Qingran to suffer utter humiliation, but also to leave him without a burial place!

However, Ye Qingran acted as if he hadn't heard, arms crossed, a faint sneer on his face.

"Wu Qiong, right? I heard you're the third-ranked disciple of the White Tiger Palace; I'm curious—how did you manage with such a brain?"

"Do you want to die?" Wu Qiong narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in his gaze.

This damned woman actually dares to defy him?

"Don't get angry from embarrassment; let me test you to see if you truly have that strength."

Wu Qiong clenched his fists, restraining himself, "Just you?"

"Yes, just me. Let me, a sweeper, meet you, the third-ranked disciple of the White Tiger Palace—do you dare?"

Wu Qiong's face turned grim; he felt only shame. He was a renowned disciple of the White Tiger Palace, famous throughout the Spirit Domain, yet he was looked down upon by a mere sweeper—utter disgrace.

"What do I have to fear?" Wu Qiong said arrogantly, then turned grim, killing intent filling his voice: "Besides, fists and feet have no eyes—if you die, don't blame me!" Wu Qiong made up his mind; he would certainly kill Ye Qingran at this chance.

Originally, causing a death in the academy is a major taboo, but who made Ye Qingran so reckless as to seek death?

Thinking this, Wu Qiong's face gradually showed a cold smile.

As for Yang Jiaomi standing nearby, her eyes lit up. Although she too was a disciple of the White Tiger Palace, and a relatively outstanding one, compared to an elite like Wu Qiong she still fell short. Her not being a match for Ye Qingran didn't mean Wu Qiong wasn't.

Although Wu Qiong's background was ordinary, his talent was exceptional; otherwise the White Tiger Palace Master wouldn't dote on him so much, even treating him like his own child.

Therefore, she firmly believed Wu Qiong would surely be able to handle Ye Qingran!

The academy disciples present exchanged glances, clearly not expecting Ye Qingran to proactively challenge Wu Qiong, each one greatly surprised.

"Has Ye Qingran gone mad? Doesn't she know Wu Qiong is strong?"

"After all, she's a newcomer; not knowing is perfectly normal!"

"Thinking that beating Yang Jiaomi makes her invincible? Doesn't she know our Wànlíng Xuégōng hides tigers and dragons, and Yang Jiaomi is nothing?"

……

Although Yang Jiaomi didn't like hearing others belittle her, everyone's attitude still made her very happy.

The academy disciples present obviously weren't optimistic about Ye Qingran, thinking she was too young, and since she hadn't been in the Wànlíng Xuégōng before, her talent surely couldn't match Wu Qiong, a one-in-a-million talent.

So, Ye Qingran facing Wu Qiong leaves no doubt—she will surely lose!

Wu Qiong thought the same; he simply didn't take Ye Qingran seriously. At this moment he was pondering how to kill Ye Qingran without revealing any flaw.

"Mother, wait!"

Ye Qingran was rolling up his sleeves when Xiao Chen suddenly called out to him.

"What's wrong?" Ye Qingran asked, looking down at Xiao Chen in confusion, but Xiao Chen pressed his lips shut and said nothing.

The disciples watching Xiao Chen's demeanor gradually understood.

"This poor child, knowing his mother isn't a match for Wu Qiong, must be trying to stop her."

"Sigh, how is Ye Qingran a mother, not knowing boundaries at all! Poor two kids."

"Even children know this principle, yet she, an adult, doesn't—utterly foolish!"

……

Xiao Chen's mouth twitched; he was utterly speechless. He called out to his mother not for that reason, right? His mother is so formidable—how could Wu Qiong be her match?

"Xiao Chen, why aren't you speaking?" Ye Qingran asked patiently.

Xiao Chen thought for a moment, then slowly said: "Mother, promise me you'll act like a lady, okay?"

"Act like a lady?"

Ye Qingran blinked, stunned for a second, then lowered his gaze to his rolled-up sleeves, feeling utterly speechless for a moment.

She bit her lip, voice full of grievance: "Xiao Chen, are you despising your mother?"

"No!" Xiao Chen waved his hands in front of him: "Mother, it's like this—we're going to stay here for a while; if you're too violent, I'm afraid you'll lose your job."

"Worried she'll lose her job?"

Ye Qingran thought it over and felt Xiao Chen's concern wasn't without reason.

She is currently a sweeper at the Wànlíng Xuégōng, with an official position; if she behaves too violently in public, there's indeed a risk of being fired.

Ye Qingran lowered his sleeves, pinched Xiao Chen's little cheeks, and praised: "Xiao Chen, you really thought this through—okay, Mother will try to be gentler."

"Mm-hmm!" Xiao Chen beamed, nodding vigorously.

The mother-son conversation left the academy disciples present with faces full of astonishment, practically doubting their own ears.

Turns out they had misunderstood!

This child stopped Ye Qingran not out of concern for her, but hoping she'd be gentler?

Could he really think Wu Qiong isn't a match for his mother?

Heavens!

Wu Qiong's face grew ever uglier.

He, the esteemed genius disciple of the White Tiger Palace, a top-tier Heavenly Pride of the Spirit Domain, was actually looked down upon by a child?

If so, then let this damned child become an orphan from now on!

Wu Qiong narrowed his eyes; a flash of killing intent crossed his gaze as he barked: "Ye Qingran, what are you doing with the ink trace? Make your move!"

Ye Qingran also couldn't be bothered to waste words with Wu Qiong, and went straight to attack.

Everyone's expressions were calm, thinking this match held no suspense, but when they saw Ye Qingran actually land a punch on Wu Qiong's handsome face, their eyes instantly widened.

My heavens, how could this be?

Everyone let out similar exclamations.

What's even more frightening is that they didn't even see clearly how Ye Qingran made her move, and they didn't even know roughly what realm she was at.

Wu Qiong stared in shock, unable to recover for a long while; evidently he hadn't expected Ye Qingran to be able to hit him!

He reached up and touched his face; the burning pain reminded him of the fact that he had been struck.

"Damn it, you dare hit me!" Wu Qiong instantly flew into a rage, releasing all his strength without reservation.

"What, Wu Qiong has already comprehended the Emperor's Will! How old is he! His talent is simply too terrifying!"

The disciples of the Academy Palace each wore looks of shock, evidently frightened badly by this scene.

You know, in everyone's impression, Wu Qiong has always been a Saint; I never expected he hid himself so deeply.

Wu Qiong wore a triumphant air. He had only just comprehended the Emperor's Will not long ago; his master had instructed him to stay low-key and not easily display his strength. Originally he had planned to use his strength to suppress Ye Qingran as a Saint would, but now he no longer wanted to hide it!

"Emperor's Will?"

Ye Qingran murmured softly; Wu Qiong thought Ye Qingran was shocked by his Emperor's Will, and couldn't help smiling triumphantly: 'Ye Qingran, you never imagined in your dreams that I have already comprehended the Emperor's Will—you are simply no match for me!'

"Is that so? Then how do you explain that punch just now?"

"It was just an accident just now!" Wu Qiong argued, since he could never admit he was inferior to Ye Qingran.

"Is that so? Then perhaps there will be many more accidents to come."

Ye Qingran gave a brilliant smile, beautiful as a celestial maiden.

Xiao Hu Xiao Chen, however, shivered.

Usually when a mother smiles like that, it means someone is about to have bad luck.