The Most Powerful Overlord

Chapter 22: Death Gaze

"What? Did I hear correctly? Commander Li wants to apologize to him?"

"Who exactly is he? Vice President Xiao Kang, you’re not fooling us, right?"

As for Kang Yibin, he was even more bewildered. In his eyes, a discarded waste had suddenly transformed, even Young Master Li was respectful towards him.

"I wonder if sir has time to honor us? We would like to invite you to the Li Family as a guest!"

Li Yichen expressed his thoughts.

"No time!"

Ye Qingtian just finished his cigarette, stood up, and left.

Li Yichen was at a loss and followed behind Ye Chenfeng.

Just after stepping out of the private room, Ye Qingtian returned, tilting his head to ask Wang Manna: "May I leave?"

"Yes... yes..."

Wang Manna looked at Ye Qingtian’s harmless face, almost fainting.

"You..."

Seeing the fierce look from Li Yichen, Wang Manna knew she had offended a big figure, and her body convulsed momentarily, fainting on the spot.

Ye Qingtian and Li Yichen left, but Kang Yibin and his group kept trembling, their faces pale with beads of sweat pouring down.

Li Yichen continued to follow Ye Qingtian, sticking to him like a band-aid.

"Sir, can you accept me as your disciple?"

Li Yichen failed to invite him, then started asking Ye Qingtian to be his mentor.

"Not interested, you’re not qualified!"

Ye Qingtian flatly refused.

If others heard, they’d definitely be shocked.

But Li Yichen wasn’t angry, he stubbornly stuck with Ye Qingtian, showing a determined stance.

"Watch out for the car!"

Ye Qingtian’s voice came forward, Li Yichen looked up, but there was no car in sight.

Upon looking to the side, Ye Qingtian’s figure had vanished.

"Grandfather, I saw the Young Grandmaster, but I couldn’t keep up..."

Li Yichen called Li Xuechang.

In a certain five-star hotel in Jin City.

"Dad, you know what? I encountered something strange today. Young Master Li actually..."

Kang Yibin reported everything he saw today to Kang Juntao.

Kang Juntao snorted; "Impossible! Li Yichen’s status is even more noble than Yueyue’s, how could he bow to a waste?"

"But I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Must be Qin Yunlei who intervened, he treats that waste like a son."

Kang Juntao replied indifferently.

Kang Yibin hesitated a moment: "Maybe that’s it, but I heard Commander Li..."

Kang Yibin was interrupted halfway——

"Son, let me tell you something strange. Today I went to see the Master of All Things, guess what he told me? A real Spirit Master appeared in Jin City, just this morning! If we hadn’t gone to the Qin Family, maybe we’d have met him."

Kang Juntao was animated, saliva flying.

"Huh? Spirit Master? That’s an existence even scarier than martial artists by tenfold! Did we really miss him?"

Kang Yibin was in shock.

"I’ve made arrangements with the Master of All Things, next time this Spirit Master appears, we’ll be notified."

Kang Juntao was full of expectation.

He then instructed: "About the Junk Ye matter you mentioned, don’t spread it around, it’s not good if others hear."

"Understood!"

The next day was the official start of classes for freshmen.

"Isn’t that Ye Qingtian? He’s really quite handsome!"

Hearing her roommate, Qin Lingyue turned around to see Ye Qingtian approaching in the distance.

"Hmm? He’s unscathed? How is that possible? Wang Manna is not to be trifled with!"

Seeing Ye Qingtian completely fine, Qin Lingyue was surprised.

She quickly took out her phone to send a message to Kang Yibin.

Kang Yibin quickly replied: It’s okay, after all, I brought him there, Sister Wang gave me face.

"So that’s how it is!"

Qin Lingyue’s eyes flashed with contempt, inwardly she snorted: "Ye Qingtian, can’t you be a little more assertive? Making us clean up your mess all the time! When will you stand with pride like a real man?"

The first calculus class, the three finance majors were all crowded together.

"Boss over here..."

Just entering the tiered classroom, Ye Qingtian heard the Fatty calling him.

In the third-to-last row, buried within the crowd.

"Boss, this spot is the best!"

The Fatty was hiding his phone under his book, playing games.

Ye Qingtian glanced, Song Xuefei, Hou Tianlei, and others all sat in the front row.

Qin Lingyue turned to look at Ye Qingtian in the back, glaring at him fiercely.

"Hopeless case!"

She originally thought Ye Qingtian would study hard and learn more knowledge at school.

Now it seems he’s just a loafer.

"Pa!"

Ye Qingtian’s shoulder was patted, he turned around to find Jiang Zixuan.

"What’s up?"

Ye Qingtian asked coldly.

"Did you want your clothes back? I’ve washed them all. Come get them after class."

"Just bring them to me!"

"You..."

Jiang Zixuan was about to explode with anger.

At this moment, the calculus teacher arrived, the place went silent.

The calculus teacher looked like an old pedantic scholar, obviously strict.

"Boss, don’t worry, Lu Lianlong is taking notes in the front row."

The Fatty reassured him.

"Did you get in directly?"

Ye Qingtian asked.

The Fatty paused, then smiled: "How could I? I missed the mark by over two hundred points, just like you, relying on this!"

The Fatty rubbed his fingers.

"Yes, the same indeed."

Ye Qingtian couldn’t argue, he indeed had Qin Yunlei to pull some strings for him.

The old scholar said a few words, then immediately began teaching.

Before long, the blackboard was filled!

The old scholar lectured above, the Fatty and Zhang Chenyi were wildly gaming.

"The opponents are too tanky, you need to get the Censurer, let Zhang Chenyi get Nightmare Teeth."

Ye Qingtian glanced over and commented.

"Huh? Boss, you understand this? Where’s the Censurer? Damn, died again, so tanky!"

Fatty shouted out in excitement.

"Shhh!"

Instantly, the classroom fell into deathly silence.

On the podium, the old scholar adjusted his glasses, his gaze fierce, quickly walking towards them.

Fatty and Zhang Chenyi didn’t even have a chance to pocket their phones, caught red-handed.

"Playing with phones in the first class of college! How disgraceful..."

The old scholar lectured for so long, Fatty and company were questioning their existence.

"You three go stand in the back! Immediately!"

Ye Qingtian seated in the middle naturally got involved.

"Teacher, the boss was just sitting here, he wasn’t playing."

The Fatty defended.

"Hmph, sitting together means nothing good. Quickly go stand behind!"

The old scholar’s voice was cold, and his gaze was similar to a Death Gaze.

"I thought he was quite ambitious, didn’t expect, sigh!"

Song Xuefei looked at Ye Qingtian, sighing quietly.

Qin Lingyue’s face was cold, filled with anger; she raged inwardly: "Told you not to make trouble, you insisted! Utterly useless waste!"

"Why do I have to stand?"

Ye Qingtian questioned.

"You don’t have to stand, just solve that problem and you’ll be allowed to sit!"

The old scholar sneered.