Manuals Are Like Clothes, Wives Are Like Limbs

But Zu Zong quickly suppressed that dangerous yet thrilling idea for the time being. He could not go too far yet. Tang Hao was very likely protecting Tang San in secret at all times!

Until he had strength equal to his enemy's, he should remain hidden in the shadows!

"System, continue stealing!"

[Ding, congratulations to the host for stealing one bottle of Hundred-Year Soul Wine from a general store in 'Douluo Continent.' The general store owner's Hate Value toward the host has risen to 25%. The general store owner wants the host to marry his daughter, who has already gained weight to 350 jin, and marry into his family. Hatred Points increased by 250.]

[Ding, congratulations to the host for stealing two sets of the latest youth clothing from a clothing store in 'Douluo Continent.' The clothing store owner's Hate Value toward the host has risen to 50%. The clothing store owner wants to marry the host even more desperately. (The clothing store owner was the general store owner's precious daughter who had gained weight to 350 jin. Incidentally, she had gradually become obsessed with young boys.) Hatred Points increased by 500.]

Hearing those somewhat familiar descriptors in his mind, Zu Zong was initially confused. Then he looked at the clothes he was wearing. He suddenly remembered that the clothes he wore, as well as the bedding he slept with, seemed to have been stolen—no, borrowed—from their store.

Zu Zong nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. Rolling his eyes, he complained, "Why is it this lively fat-and-thin father-daughter pair again? I remember that woman was only around 300 jin three months ago. How did she gain fifty jin in such a short time? Shouldn't she be losing weight if she wants to get married? And what's with being obsessed with young boys? Although I've grown quite a bit taller, I'm still a six-year-old kid!"

"System, continue stealing."

[Ding, congratulations to the host for stealing all of Flender's Gold Soul Coins, 582 in total. Flender's Hate Value toward the host has risen to 69.999%. Flender only wants to beat the host until he has one last breath left. Congratulations to the host for obtaining 10,000 Hatred Points.]

Hearing Flender's name, Zu Zong took out a large bag of Gold Soul Coins from the System Inventory. His handsome little face creased slightly, yet he could not feel happy at all.

"Should I say that I've driven Flender into a dead end? Stealing all his money is practically taking his life! Yet he still plans to leave me one last breath. That old man may be stingy, but he's rather adorable too. I've practically carved flesh off him, yet he still doesn't want to kill me. Though these Hatred Points have piled up rather high. Fine! I'll return it to him when I get the chance."

Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy on the outskirts of Suotuo City in the Balak Kingdom.

Flender was sleeping soundly while hugging his Soul Tool. After the lesson of having his Gold Soul Coins stolen last time, he had reflected deeply. Everyone looked like a thief to him, so he stored all his Gold Soul Coins inside his Soul Tool. Only then did he feel at ease, and the past few months had been peaceful.

Suddenly, a nightmare jolted Flender awake.

"Ah! Don't steal my Gold Soul Coins!"

Flender opened his bleary eyes and looked around at the familiar ceiling.

Mm! It was so shabby. This was his home.

He touched the Soul Tool in his arms. "Thank goodness, it's still here."

But when he opened the Soul Tool, he froze. It was completely empty inside.

"No!"

No one knew what Flender experienced that night, but afterward, he locked himself in his room alone and did not come out for an entire month. Of course, that was a story for later.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for stealing cheap ale from beside Tang Hao in 'Douluo Continent.' Tang Hao is completely bewildered. The host has not obtained any Hatred Points.]

Zu Zong grabbed at the air and took a filthy wine bottle from the System Space.

Sniff, sniff.

"Blech! What kind of trash is this? It stinks!"

Before he could finish speaking, he casually tossed the bottle into the forest.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for stealing underwear from Hu Liena's Soul Tool at Spirit Hall in 'Douluo Continent.' Hu Liena is cultivating and has not noticed. The host has not obtained any Hatred Points.]

[Ding, congratulations to the host for stealing stockings from Pope Bibi Dong's Soul Tool at Spirit Hall in 'Douluo Continent.' Bibi Dong is cultivating and has not noticed. The host has not obtained any Hatred Points.]

[Ding, congratulations to the host for stealing underwear from Pope Bibi Dong's Soul Tool at Spirit Hall in 'Douluo Continent.' Bibi Dong is cultivating and has not noticed. The host has not obtained any Hatred Points.]

[Ding, congratulations to the host for stealing the moon-shaped ornament on Pope Bibi Dong's body at Spirit Hall in 'Douluo Continent.']

"Stop, stop, stop!"

[Ding, stealing failed. This theft attempt still counts.]

Whew, whew. Zu Zong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and thought, If I kept stealing, this young master probably wouldn't live to see tomorrow's sun.

This was Douluo Continent. Zu Zong did not have enough Hatred Points to play around like that. Even if he escaped, Spirit Hall would hunt him down. Then, forget finding beauties—no, becoming stronger—he would have to spend every day on edge.

[Ding, the host has one theft attempt remaining. Would you like to steal?]

"I didn't get anything good, but I sure got plenty of Hate Value. Steal, then. At worst, I'll cancel it if something feels wrong." After the lessons from Gu He and Bibi Dong, he had gradually figured out a pattern. In the main world, Douluo Continent, he should avoid provoking anyone he currently could not afford to offend. As for other worlds, as long as he had enough Hatred Points and was not unbelievably unlucky, he could simply steal and run.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for stealing the Nine Yang Manual secret manual from inside the White Ape's belly in Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. The White Ape's favorability toward the host has increased by 100%. The host's Hatred Points increased by 0.]

At this moment, tears streamed down Zu Zong's face. They were tears of joy.

"Three months, three whole months! Do you know how I got through them? I used that scumbag Grandmaster's plagiarized garbage Soul Power Meditation Method for three months—three entire months. Using something from the person I hate most, do you know how miserable I felt? Finally, finally, I can throw it away."

Yu Xiaogang (furious): Give back my favorability! Didn't you say half an hour ago that my Soul Power Meditation Method had its merits?

Zu Zong (confidently): Manuals are like clothes, wives are like limbs. Your tattered clothes, patched together with countless IOUs—I don't want them anymore.

Zu Zong reached into the air and took out the only two useful things he had stolen today from the System Space: the Nine Yang Manual secret manual and the Transformation Pill.

"Tut-tut." With a flash of white light, a pair of soft, bouncy pink underwear appeared in Zu Zong's hand. A cute cartoon Little Fox was embroidered on it. "Uh! Sorry, wrong one!"

Sniff, sniff.

"Mm! It smells so seductive. It seems to belong to that slutty fox, Hu Liena." With a casual toss, the pink underwear was thrown back into the System Space.

"Mm, this time it's right."

A priceless jade container appeared in Zu Zong's hand. When he opened its stopper, fragrance spread everywhere. As the scent entered his nose, Zu Zong felt refreshed from head to toe, and all the fatigue he had accumulated vanished.

"As expected of a seventh-grade Dan, the Transformation Pill! Its value is immeasurable. No wonder that old man Gu He wanted my life. For a Magical Beast, this would practically be a complete rebirth! I just wonder whether it would work on a soul beast. Should I give it to that old rabbit?"

The moment the thought arose, Zu Zong immediately erased it. What kind of person was Zu Zong? Giving such a priceless treasure to a hundred-thousand-year-old rabbit he had "known" for less than two days—wouldn't that make him a simp?

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