Chapter 193: How a Boss is Made

Chapter 193: Chapter 193: How a Boss is Made

At the Jade Peak Sect’s residence.

"Senior Sister, what do we do? He accepted the challenge!" a young girl exclaimed, her face etched with anxiety.

Lu Yuan was far too formidable; her senior sister’s chances of winning were slim. It seemed she had made a terrible mistake.

"Senior Sister..."

"Senior Sister..."

Even Yang Cailuan and He Shuyan, who had hurried over upon hearing the news, wore grim expressions.

"Senior Sister, how confident are you?" Yang Cailuan asked.

"Senior Sister, how about..." He Shuyan suggested tentatively.

"It’s fine. Prepare for battle," Yun Zhaoyue said, waving her hand dismissively. They wouldn’t know the victor until they actually fought. Was she really that weak? She was already preparing to break through to the Sixth Grade and participate in next year’s martial arts exam...

"This..."

***

"Brother Yuan, what do you think of my Swordsmanship?"

On the way to the Government Office, Lin Siyao—dressed entirely in white and wearing a veil—practiced her Sword Technique as she walked. Her movements were as graceful and fluttering as a dancing butterfly.

"Good, very good. It’s incredibly beautiful," Lu Yuan praised, carrying a food box in his hand.

"Beautiful? Is that how you describe Swordsmanship?" Lin Siyao stopped her technique, clearly dissatisfied.

"Of course," Lu Yuan nodded. "Beauty is the highest realm. It implies perfection and moving as you please. Only then can it be truly beautiful and a feast for the eyes."

"Alright then, I suppose you’re right." Satisfied, Lin Siyao sheathed her longsword. "Is Uncle Lu at the Government Office?"

"He should be." Lu Yuan wasn’t entirely sure himself. "If he isn’t, then he’s just out of luck. We’ll give this to Aman to eat instead."

"Hehe," Lin Siyao chuckled. "That boy is a glutton. He can eat however much you give him."

"Yeah, he’s gotten fat. He’s almost turning into a little piglet," Lu Yuan teased.

"It’s not that exaggerated," Lin Siyao said, defending her younger brother. "He’s just growing sturdier."

"Mhm, such a young age, yet built like a bear," Lu Yuan nodded.

"Haha... built like a bear..." Lin Siyao couldn’t help but burst into laughter. "I’ll tell Aman you said that later."

"Go ahead and tell him. I don’t think I’ve beaten him up in a long time," Lu Yuan said, cracking his knuckles.

"Oh, Brother Yuan..." Lin Siyao was speechless. "You’re a Seventh Grade martial artist now. You can’t hit him hard anymore."

"I know my limits, don’t worry. He’s your younger brother, which makes him mine too. I have excellent control over my strength. Besides, you have to beat up younger brothers while they’re young, otherwise they become too hard to deal with later," Lu Yuan stated righteously. In another timeline, that kid had beaten him up plenty of times.

***

"Mr. Lu—"

"Brother Yuan!"

"Brother Yuan!"

In front of the Government Office, a few constables were just about to head out when they ran into Lu Yuan. They had all seen Lu Yuan before and knew him. However, the current situation was completely different from the past. Back then, Lu Yuan was just a kid—the son of the Chief Constable. They could curry favor with him, but there was no need to take him too seriously.

But now, Lu Yuan was a Seventh-Grade Squad Leader. Furthermore, he was an unparalleled genius who remained undefeated among the Seventh Grade martial artists of the Demon Suppression Bureau’s East Office and the various Sects. His future was limitless. Reaching the Fifth Grade or Fourth Grade in the future was practically guaranteed, and even the Third Grade wasn’t impossible. An ordinary person couldn’t even manage to properly suck up to a figure like him.

Therefore, when they looked at Lu Yuan now, their gazes were incredibly eager and apprehensive. They wanted to build a relationship and get close to him, yet they were afraid of being despised and rejected.

"Mhm," Lu Yuan nodded indifferently. "Is my dad inside?"

"The boss went out for something," a constable immediately replied.

"Do you want us to go find him?" another constable chimed in.

"No need. If he isn’t here, I won’t go in. It’s nothing major, but thank you." Lu Yuan turned around with the food box in hand, taking Lin Siyao to see Lin Siheng.

"Is that the unparalleled genius?"

"He’s grown much taller and sturdier."

"His aura seems completely different now."

"He’s been reborn!"

"And all just because of an engagement..."

"Captain Lin’s family is extraordinary."

"Captain Lin is a peerless figure in the Demon-slaying Bureau. I heard that even a Fourth Grade commander couldn’t beat him..."

"He’s that incredible? No wonder."

"Was that Captain Lin’s daughter just now? Brother Yuan’s fiancée?"

The group of constables marveled. A person’s fortunes could change so unpredictably. If only they could stumble upon such a stroke of good luck...

"Say, what level do you guys think Brother Yuan can reach in the future?" a constable suddenly asked.

"Fifth Grade, probably."

"At least Fifth Grade!"

"I think Fourth Grade!"

"With his current performance, as an unparalleled genius, he’ll reach at least the Fourth Grade in the future, and there’s a certain hope he might break through to the Third Grade."

"Fourth Grade is possible, but Third Grade... it’s far too difficult. Out of the countless geniuses in our Daqian, how many are in the Third Grade?"

"Right, Fourth Grade is already incredibly strong and out of reach!"

"At the Fourth Grade, you can be a Prefect of a region, a true local overlord."

"Have you guys noticed that our Mr. Lu is also getting more and more formidable? He’s becoming increasingly unfathomable."

"Yeah, the day before yesterday, dealing with a Seventh Grade martial artist, Mr. Lu only used a single move."

"The entire Lu Family has changed."

***

The school Lin Siheng attended was not far from the Government Office.

The children here were all from wealthy families—either households with Seventh Grade martial artists or successful merchants. It accepted students from six to twelve years old, focusing on foundational education. They were usually taught basic literacy, arithmetic, and, naturally, basic martial arts.

Under Song Yumeng, Lin Siheng had been an unteachable blockhead. However, thanks to the foundation Song Yumeng had forced him to build, his abilities instantly shone when he arrived at the school. At the very least, he was far superior to other children around his age. He frequently received praises from his teacher, which made Lin Siheng enjoy coming to school more and more.

Moreover, he was a little tyrant here. From the six-year-olds up to the twelve-year-olds, not a single person could defeat him. Even when the twelve-year-olds brought in their older teenage brothers from outside, he beat them until their faces were swollen and bruised, sending them fleeing in a sorry state. Because of this, no one dared to provoke him. He was the undisputed boss.

Of course, he didn’t bully the weak, so the other children respected him just as much as they feared him.

"Boss, you’re so amazing. How exactly do you train?" an eleven-year-old boy asked curiously while massaging Lin Siheng’s legs.

"Talent," Lin Siheng answered proudly.

"Talent?" The boy’s expression shifted. How was anyone supposed to work with that?

Beside him, a ten-year-old boy’s face wrinkled up even more. This was the worst possible answer. Were people without talent destined to struggle at the bottom their entire lives, unable to climb higher?

"The boss definitely has a secret method. I don’t believe it."

"A secret method, huh?" Lin Siheng thought for a moment. "It’s just sparring and fighting with people often."

"Then you must be really formidable at home too, right? Do you win often? Does no one dare to bully you because they can’t beat you?" the eleven-year-old asked.

"Of course. I’m the boss at home too. Nobody dares to bully me. I beat up whoever annoys me," Lin Siheng boasted arrogantly. He knew that many large clans had dozens of children who constantly fought among themselves.

"The boss is mighty!" the ten-year-old praised. "I heard that the boss’s dad is very powerful, and you only have one older sister at home."

"Who told you that?" Lin Siheng’s expression changed. "I also have three older brothers and five older sisters at home. They’re all defeated opponents of mine. I’ve beaten them all up."

"The boss is that incredible?" The eleven-year-old’s eyes instantly lit up. In families with many siblings, who hadn’t been beaten up by their older brothers and sisters? The younger ones wanted nothing more than to retaliate, to beat them black and blue and exact their revenge. Unfortunately, the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak. Yet Lin Siheng could actually do it?

The boss truly was amazing. It made sense; his talent for physical strength was absurdly monstrous...

"The boss reached the Ninth Grade at age five! It’s unprecedented and unrepeatable. He’s number one in the Daqian Dynasty!" the ten-year-old flattered.

"Not just the Daqian Dynasty! He’s number one in the whole world! No one his age can beat him," the eleven-year-old said, unwilling to be outdone.

"Invincible under the age of fourteen!" the ten-year-old upped the ante.

"Hahaha, you flatter me," Lin Siheng waved his hand, his face blooming into a radiant smile.

"Lin Siheng."

Suddenly, a voice rang out from outside.

Lin Siheng froze, thinking, "Lu Yuan! A hallucination! This has to be a hallucination! Why would he be here?"