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Before we knew it, the first day of school had arrived.

Qin Le returned to the college and attended a brief opening ceremony with several of her dining buddies.

Meanwhile, three hundred demon students were also sent back to the academy. Most of them were familiar faces, with only a few being replaced—apparently, they had failed to outcompete other demon geniuses in the competition for holiday spots.

The most eye-catching of all was undoubtedly one of the figures—a black dragon nearly three meters long, covered in dark, shiny scales, with its head held high and its eyes looking down arrogantly.

She naturally exuded an aura of nobility, domineering presence, and unassailability.

Without a doubt, this is the offspring of Ye Li, the lord of the demon race.

After the opening ceremony, the group of students who had eaten together returned to their classrooms.

Qin Le, as usual, found a quiet bench in the academy, took out the jade slip given to him by Laozi, and planned to continue to cram for knowledge about the treasures of the Three Realms. The contents of this jade slip were vast, and he estimated that it would take him several years to finish reading it without sleep.

However, before he could immerse himself in the ocean of knowledge, a heated argument broke his peace from afar.

"Ye Ning'er! This is not your place!" This was the tiger demon's angry growl.

"I can have whichever position I want! How dare a piece of trash like you speak to me?"

A female voice, arrogant and haughty, with the distinctive buzzing sound of dragons, rang out—a voice Qin Le had never heard before.

Qin Le looked in the direction of the sound.

Not far away, a group of demon classmates were glaring angrily at the black dragon in the center—Ye Ning'er, with unfriendly expressions and a hint of encirclement.

Surrounded in the middle, Ye Ning'er still held her head high, her scarlet dragon eyes filled with disdain and mockery, completely unafraid of the hostility around her.

But she had the confidence to back it up—she was the only one among the three hundred demon students who had already mastered her racial talent and whose strength was comparable to that of an early-stage Earth Immortal.

Among these demon classmates who were still in the mortal realm, she was the absolute queen.

"These were the seats that Qin Le personally assigned! You've messed them up, what are the other students supposed to do?" Lightning Golden Eagle couldn't help but speak up, his tone filled with suppressed anger.

"What to do?" Ye Ning'er scoffed, her dragon tail sweeping the ground impatiently, kicking up a few specks of dust. "The weak don't deserve such opportunities! They should be grateful to be able to benefit from this! Why are they being so picky?"

Her logic was simple and brutal, bearing the most naked mark of the jungle law of the demon race.

"You...this isn't the demon realm!" The tiger demon stepped forward, his muscles tense.

"So what?" Ye Ning'er lowered her massive dragon head slightly, approaching the tiger demon with an overwhelming sense of oppression. "Right now, I am the strongest here. Naturally... I'm in charge!"

Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if ruling over this group of people was a matter of course.

In the demon race, strength is truth, the strong rule everything, and the weak can only obey—this is their deeply ingrained survival logic.

This is completely different from the human race's emphasis on cultivating morality and virtue, where even the strong often speak of reason.

"What you said doesn't count."

A calm, gentle, yet clear voice reached the ears of every demon, suddenly rang out.

All the demons turned their heads at once.

Qin Le, who had somehow already put away the jade slip, was now holding a cell phone and was leisurely walking over from the bench, his face even showing a hint of...

A relaxed smile, as if watching a spectacle?

"Qin Le! You've come at the right time! Quickly, do something about her!" The tiger demon seemed to have found its pillar of support and immediately shouted.

The other demon classmates also cast expectant glances. Ye Ning'er was domineering and unreasonable; they couldn't beat her or reason with her, so they could only rely on Qin Le.

"Qin Le." Ye Ning'er also turned to Qin Le, her enormous dragon eyes glancing at him sideways, her tone still carrying undisguised disdain: "This is an internal matter of my demon race. What right do you... have to interfere?"

Even when facing Qin Le, she did not suppress the arrogance that stemmed from her strength.

In her opinion, although Qin Le had comprehended the Dao of Immortality, his actual combat strength was far inferior to hers.

If it weren't for the fact that staying by Qin Le's side was indeed beneficial, and his mother's strict orders, she might have already taught this arrogant human a lesson based on Qin Le's earlier statement that "you don't have the final say."

Qin Le walked closer, stopped, looked up at Ye Ning'er's enormous dragon head, smiled, and spoke in a calm tone:

"They, including you, are all under my jurisdiction in the human realm."

"Why should I listen to you?" Ye Ning'er asked as if she had heard a joke.

How could you expect her to obey the orders of someone less powerful than herself?

This is worse than killing her.

"You don't have to listen," Qin Le shrugged, his smile unchanged, answering casually.

"Qin Le?!"

"How could this be?"

The other demon classmates were stunned and somewhat taken aback upon hearing this. They hadn't expected Qin Le to give up so easily.

Ye Ning'er let out a smug hum, raising her dragon head even higher: "You're smart to know what's good for you."

Qin Le ignored her and simply lowered his head, calmly tapping a few times on his phone screen to dial a number.

"Hey, son, what's up?" Qin Shoudao's voice came through the receiver, with the faint whooshing sound of the alchemy furnace flames in the background.

"Dad," Qin Le said into the phone, his tone as usual, "Could you please contact His Majesty and have him reach out to Senior Ye Li? Tell him... her daughter is with me and isn't behaving well."

"Okay, got it. Wait a minute." Qin Shoudao seemed unsurprised, readily agreeing before hanging up the phone.

Qin Le put his phone back in his pocket, looked up again at Ye Ning'er, whose expression had changed slightly, and the gentle smile on his face now seemed somewhat meaningful:

Whether you listen to me or not... that's never the point. You understand?

Qin Le had no intention of wasting words trying to reason with Ye Ning'er, a spoiled troublemaker who only knew how to use her fists, nor did he intend to fight her.

The simplest solution is to let Ye Li manage it.

Moreover, if he handles it privately, it could easily cause unnecessary friction between the two clans. It would be most appropriate for Ye Li, as the head of the clan, to personally intervene.

The other demon students looked at each other in bewilderment when they saw this scene, and then remembered something—Qin Le had said in the first semester that he would call the parents of anyone who disobeyed.

However, nothing happened that semester, and no one ever saw Qin Le actually do that.

Now, on the first day of the second semester, this ultimate move has actually been used?

They held their breath, waiting with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation—could Qin Le really summon the Demon Lord?

"Heh." Ye Ning'er recovered from her initial shock and let out a disdainful snort: "You don't actually think... my mother would come all the way here just because of a word you said, do you?"

She knew all too well how busy her mother was in the demon realm and how many responsibilities she bore.

If Qin Le could summon his mother with just a casual remark...

Then she, Ye Ning'er, accepts it!

However, before she could finish speaking—

A chilling, vast, and terrifying pressure enveloped the area without warning!

The air froze instantly.

A cold, emotionless female voice, like a thunderclap, exploded directly into the depths of Ye Ning'er's soul:

"Ye Ning'er. Did you just ignore what I said?"

Ye Ning'er's massive dragon body stiffened abruptly, and she slowly raised her head in disbelief.

In mid-air, a woman's figure, dressed in dark gold cloud armor, tall and slender, with a pair of black dragon horns on her head, had quietly appeared.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, yet covered with a layer of ice. Her vertical pupils were looking down without any emotion. She was an avatar of Ye Li!

"Mother?!" Ye Ning'er panicked instantly, her proud head lowered instinctively, and her voice trembled.

At that moment, she truly panicked!

"Hmph." Ye Li didn't say much, but her thoughts stirred slightly.

puff!

An invisible yet overwhelming pressure of bloodline power landed precisely on Ye Ning'er.

Her massive, nearly three-meter-long dragon body had no chance to resist. It was as if she had been crushed by a giant mountain. With a loud crash, she lay flat on the ground, her dragon face pressed against the earth, raising a cloud of dust.

"It seems I shouldn't have brought you here." Ye Li's voice remained cold, as if stating a trivial fact.

These words were like a verdict.

"Mother! Give your daughter another chance! I was wrong!"

Ye Ning'er panicked completely and struggled desperately, but she couldn't even lift her head and could only plead in a hoarse voice.

Ye Li's beautiful face remained completely unmoved. She didn't even glance at her daughter again, but instead reached out and grabbed at the black dragon lying on the ground.

Ye Ning'er's massive body was then restrained and lifted by an invisible force. Immediately afterwards, Ye Li casually waved her hand, tearing open a dark spatial rift beside her and throwing the struggling black dragon into it.

The crack closed instantly, as if it had never existed.

After doing all this, Ye Li's clone glanced indifferently at the remaining demon students below, who were trembling with fear and dared not utter a sound.

Finally, it paused briefly on Qin Le, nodded slightly, and then its figure slowly faded away and disappeared.

From their appearance to their departure, it was only a dozen or so breaths.

The scene was deathly silent.

At this moment, all the demon students had only one crystal-clear thought in their minds, accompanied by a deep awe of Ye Li's ruthless methods:

Absolutely, absolutely not, can we cause any trouble for Qin Le!

Qin Le was able to actually summon Ye Li, and Ye Li, once she arrived, showed no mercy to her disobedient offspring!

Even if it's a biological daughter, she will immediately lose this invaluable opportunity if she breaks the rules.

The decisiveness and ruthlessness of this punishment are far more impactful than any preaching.