Robbing the Rich to Aid the Poor

Mu Zhe walked out of the accounting room and glanced around. After confirming there was no one nearby, a smile curved across his lips.

Whether he would become rich and powerful in the future depended on today's performance!

After stretching his body a little, Mu Zhe frowned slightly and looked at the three remaining servants in the accounting room, his gaze cold and clear.

He had never fought seriously before and did not know what level he was at. Still, even with only ten levels of Soul Power, he was confident he could quickly deal with these three.

The Void Heart was a body Martial Soul. Ever since the day it awakened, Mu Zhe had felt his vitality grow far more vigorous.

His already fairly sturdy body had become even stronger, as though it possessed inexhaustible strength.

Mu Zhe believed that even if his use of Soul Power was crude, he could still easily fight enemies with his physical strength alone.

He had not intended to kill these people. Knocking them unconscious would be enough. As it happened, his specialty in his previous life had leaned toward medicine, so he had done quite a bit of research into knocking people out.

Besides, the Void State meant he had nothing to worry about.

If he could not win, or if he failed to finish them quickly and drew others over, it did not matter. He could simply slip into the void and escape.

Still, to be cautious, Mu Zhe took out a piece of clothing and covered his face.

He walked behind one of the servants, clenched his hand into a fist, and exerted force through his arm. His tensed muscles crackled as he threw a punch with the force of thunder!

Boom!

An explosive impact rang out in an instant.

The servant who had been doing the accounts was sent flying, crashing into the tables and chairs in front of him. The tremendous force carried both man and furniture forward in a tumbling roll.

At once, the numerous account books on the desk scattered into the air, leaving the place like a ruin.

Blood spilled from the ambushed servant's mouth. Before he could even struggle, his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness, falling directly into... a coma?

There were many blood vessels and nerves at the back of a person's neck. Important areas such as the carotid sinus and hypothalamus were nearby as well. A blow there could cause brief cerebral ischemia, resulting in fainting.

Mu Zhe's full-force punch had struck the servant squarely in the back of the neck. As expected, he had directly... knocked him out.

However, after taking a closer look, Mu Zhe's heart skipped a beat. He seemed to have underestimated his own strength, not to mention that he had hit a weak point.

Damn!

Did I... kill him outright?

That wasn't what I meant to do!

Hiss! No, that's not right!

All living beings suffer; I shall deliver them from it. This is... a virtue!

Besides!

All men must die. Most of the time, they just need a little help.

In just a moment, Mu Zhe had found himself an excuse. In this regard, he was far better than Tang San!

After he attacked, he could no longer maintain the Void State, and his figure was forced to emerge from the void. He paid it no mind and turned to look at the other two servants.

The remaining two servants looked at the wreckage before them, then at their companion who had been sent flying. They had yet to process what had happened.

Then they saw a figure appear out of thin air inside the room. Their hearts jolted violently, and they stared at him in terror.

Even though!

The newcomer looked like a child, that only made them more afraid.

What child could knock a grown adult unconscious with one punch? Their children certainly could not.

Besides, how was this thing a child? He was clearly a monster!

Not only was his punch incredibly powerful, but even his ability was this bizarre.

Most absurd of all, no matter how engrossed they had been in their accounts, they could not possibly have failed to notice someone entering.

Yet this person had appeared directly inside the room out of thin air, not entered through the door!

Although they were ordinary people, they knew that Martial Souls came in all kinds, and many Soul Skills possessed special abilities.

Even so, having only ever seen the City Lord family's wolf Martial Soul in their daily lives, they simply could not believe such a bizarre ability existed in the world.

"Y-you... who are you? How dare you cause trouble here? This is the City Lord's Mansion!"

Seeing his companion beaten unconscious, one of the servants backed away again and again in fright. His voice trembled as he spoke, and he was so terrified that he forgot to call for help.

In truth, it was not that these servants had poor awareness of danger.

The City Lord held the greatest authority in Nuoding City. When servants went out to run errands, no one usually even dared to make things difficult for them.

How could they have imagined that one day, someone would actually come knocking at the City Lord's Mansion?

Mu Zhe had no intention of showing these two any martial courtesy. After locking his gaze onto them, his figure flashed, and he slipped into the void once more.

Having witnessed the bizarre sight with their own eyes, disbelief flashed through the servants' eyes. Then their expressions changed drastically as a sense of danger washed over them, making every hair on their bodies stand on end.

Sure enough, that sense of danger had not arisen for no reason. The next moment, Mu Zhe appeared in front of the servant and threw a fierce punch straight at his abdomen.

Bang!

A dull thud echoed through the room. The struck servant was sent flying backward and collapsed to the ground, instinctively clutching his stomach with both hands as bitter fluid spilled from his mouth.

At this moment, all strength had left his body. Even his groans were barely audible. Before long, he too fell unconscious.

"Help..."

Seeing another companion collapse, the last man finally reacted and hurriedly tried to call for help.

Heh, it was already too late to think of calling for help now!

Mu Zhe sneered. These ordinary people could not even muster the thought of resisting a Soul Master, as though an ideological brand had been stamped into their minds.

Without the slightest pause, although the last servant had been frightened limp and collapsed to the ground, Mu Zhe still struck the back of his neck with a hand chop.

The servant's eyes rolled back, and he fainted at once.

"They're all ordinary people. Nuoding City really is weak. With my current strength, I should be able to run rampant here."

After seeing the fighting ability of the City Lord's Mansion servants, Mu Zhe could not help thinking so.

The strongest Soul Masters in Nuoding City were the City Lord, Master Ma Xiunuo of Spirit Hall, and Su Yuntao.

Of course, aside from them, there were also some civilian independent cultivators, but even the strongest among them were no more than Second Ring Great Soul Masters.

Even Xiao Chenyu, the young master of the City Lord's Mansion, had only a ten-year Spirit Ring as his first Spirit Ring. It was clear that his potential was meager, and becoming a Great Soul Master was already his limit.

Besides!

There was a saying on Douluo Continent that if one failed to break through Rank 30 before the age of twenty, they would never be able to break through it for the rest of their life.

Xiao Chenyu had only reached Rank 10 at the age of twelve. The higher one climbed, the harder breakthroughs became. The gap from Rank 10 to Rank 30 was immense; with his talent, he was destined to have no hope of breaking through.

Therefore, the servants guarding the accounts room in the City Lord's Mansion were all ordinary people—and they could only be ordinary people.

Where there was Soul Power, there would be ambition. The City Lord would not tolerate ambitious people guarding such an important place.

And this arrangement had happened to give Mu Zhe an opportunity, allowing him to deal with these servants easily.

After taking care of the three men, Mu Zhe pulled open the cabinet containing the soul coins. A dazzling expanse of golden light met his eyes, with glittering Gold Soul Coins lying within.

His heart thumped uncontrollably, and his blood surged through his body.

Hadn't the past six years of life been so difficult precisely because he had no money?

Mu Zhe shook his head, shaking off that pathetic display, then took out the largest money pouch and began filling it with Gold Soul Coins.

Before long, a bulging pouch appeared in his hand.

Clink, clink!

Mu Zhe weighed the pouch in his hand, and crisp metallic chimes rang out. The sound made him unable to stop himself from feeling delighted in both body and mind.

He did not take too much, only enough to fill one pouch, but these Gold Soul Coins would be enough to support him for quite some time.

Murder and arson brought golden belts; repairing bridges and roads left no corpses behind!

In a world where strength was revered, earning money was still faster by taking it directly.

Thinking of how he had secretly taken the Blue Silver Emperor and the soul bone last time, as well as this current act of robbing the rich to aid the poor, Mu Zhe's lips curled upward slightly.

A strange seed sprouted within his heart.

"It's time to leave. I've been in here so long that I'm almost out of Soul Power to maintain the Void State."

After entering the City Lord's Mansion, he had spent quite a lot of time—first wandering around the residence for several rounds, then following Xiao Chenyu, and finally fighting just now. Altogether, nearly half an hour had passed.

Shaking his head, Mu Zhe temporarily set those strange thoughts aside. His top priority was to leave the City Lord's Mansion and then go spend some money.

With that, he entered the void once more and calmly departed from the City Lord's Mansion.

On a bustling street, Mu Zhe entered a luxurious restaurant.

After eating dry rations for several days, now that he was wealthy, all he wanted was to indulge himself properly.

Mu Zhe had changed into a different outfit before appearing again. He wore a dark indigo robe, its collar and cuffs trimmed with silver-threaded cloud patterns. The fabric draped beautifully, while his jet-black, silky long hair was tied high.

He looked handsome and refined, with a faint air of nobility about him. At a glance, anyone would take him for the young master of a wealthy family.