Dai Mubai Feels Like He's Wearing a Green Hat

Hearing Lin Mu's suggestion, Dai Mubai immediately looked toward Oscar and the other two.

There was no need to mention Oscar. Though he was not as destitute as Ma Hongjun, he was not much better off. Even one thousand Gold Soul Coins was an astronomical sum for him, let alone ten thousand.

Zhu Zhuqing was in a situation similar to his own and probably did not have much money on her either. That left only Ning Rongrong.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was the wealthiest sect under heaven, without equal. If anyone could come up with ten thousand Gold Soul Coins, it could only be Ning Rongrong.

Seeing Dai Mubai's gaze, Ning Rongrong decisively refused. "Don't even think about it. There's no way I'm lending you money."

Seeing how merciless Ning Rongrong was, Dai Mubai's face turned livid. He enunciated each word: "Ning Rongrong, I'm your classmate."

"Classmate? Why didn't you say that when you wanted to attack me earlier?"

Faced with Dai Mubai's glare, Ning Rongrong still gave no ground.

Seeing the two at odds, Lin Mu had little interest in them. His gaze inadvertently fell on Zhu Zhuqing, who stood a short distance away.

Her exquisite face was exceptionally cool, while her tight leather outfit outlined her striking figure, especially those eye-catching curves, which were simply unbelievable.

"She doesn't seem to be twelve yet, does she?"

Lin Mu was inwardly startled. In a few more years, it would be impossible to imagine.

Noticing the senior's gaze, Zhu Zhuqing subconsciously straightened her back slightly and took the initiative to meet his eyes.

Their gazes met.

Seeing those incomparably deep eyes, her heart unexpectedly skipped a beat. An indescribable feeling welled up within her, and a faint blush uncontrollably rose on her icy, beautiful face.

This fleeting exchange happened to be seen by Dai Mubai, and his heart immediately tightened.

Could it be... this senior was interested in Zhu Zhuqing?

It was not impossible. After all, this senior looked extremely young, no more than twenty-four or twenty-five at most. Even if he liked Zhu Zhuqing's type, it would not be particularly strange.

At that thought, Dai Mubai felt a surge of Evil Fire rush straight to his head. Jealousy and humiliation gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails nearly dug into his flesh, yet he did not dare utter a single word of challenge. He could only forcefully suppress his rage and grievance deep within his heart, his face so dark it seemed ready to drip water.

If not for the fact that he could not produce ten thousand Gold Soul Coins, he would have wanted to leave this damned place right now.

"Senior, you saw it too. She refuses to lend me money. It's not that I don't want to compensate you."

As Dai Mubai spoke, he deliberately or otherwise pinned part of the blame on Ning Rongrong, seemingly trying to get Lin Mu to cause trouble for her.

If Lin Mu made a move against Ning Rongrong, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would definitely not let him off.

How could such a petty scheme fool Lin Mu? Even Ning Rongrong saw through it. She quickly walked over, a confident and sweet smile appearing on her face as she said:

"Senior, I'm willing to give you ten thousand Gold Soul Coins, but not to help him compensate you. It would be a personal gift from me."

Hearing this, Lin Mu could not help looking at Ning Rongrong in a new light. Though there were some issues with her personality, as the heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, her abilities were not weak.

"Forget about a gift. There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world."

Lin Mu rejected her without even thinking. Though ten thousand Gold Soul Coins was no small sum, he had no desire to owe anyone a favor.

After being rejected to her face, Ning Rongrong's smile instantly froze. She had not expected him to refuse so decisively, without even considering it.

Could it be that this senior was not someone greedy for wealth?

She had originally thought that if this senior accepted the ten thousand Gold Soul Coins, she could take the opportunity to recruit him into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The idea was beautiful, but reality was harsh.

After refusing Ning Rongrong's gift, Lin Mu grabbed Dai Mubai by the throat and forcibly lifted him up.

"Cough, cough... Senior, spare me!"

Dai Mubai had not expected this senior to be so unpredictable, resorting to violence at the slightest disagreement.

Now that his life was in the other man's hands, he could no longer play any little tricks.

Only when Dai Mubai was nearly unable to breathe did Lin Mu slam him onto the ground. With a bang, the intense pain and suffocating sensation nearly made him pass out.

"Hand over all the Gold Soul Coins on you."

There was not a trace of sympathy in Lin Mu's eyes as he spoke in an unquestionable tone.

Hearing that, Dai Mubai endured the pain and took out all the Gold Soul Coins from his Storage Soul Tool, a little over one thousand in total.

There was also a Black Card, though it was unclear for the moment how much money it contained.

Lin Mu was not done yet. He kicked Ma Hongjun, who was playing dead nearby. "Keep pretending, and I wouldn't mind actually sending you down there."

Ma Hongjun was so frightened that the fat all over his body trembled. Ignoring the pain, he sprang up from the ground.

Then he took out all his savings. There were fewer than one hundred Gold Soul Coins, leaving him utterly broke. No wonder he could only go to the lowest-class brothels.

Seeing Ma Hongjun take out so little, Dai Mubai's anger immediately flared.

What a damn burden!

"I'll count everything together as three thousand Gold Soul Coins. As for the remaining seven thousand, I'll naturally come to collect it from you later."

"Senior, there are four thousand in my Black Card."

Dai Mubai had just wanted to say that there was more than that in his card, but when he saw the other man's icy gaze, he could only swallow the words back down.

Forget it. As long as there were green hills, there would be no shortage of firewood.

At worst, they could keep a lower profile in the future. He refused to believe that man could find them.

Just then, Zhao Wuji finally crawled out of the pit. He was a Soul Sage after all, so his recovery abilities were certainly not weak.

Badly injured, Zhao Wuji staggered into the inn.

Oscar hurried over to support him, then made two Super Recovery Big Sausages and fed them to Zhao Wuji.

With those two Super Recovery Big Sausages, Zhao Wuji barely regained some of his strength.

"Your Excellency, this is all my savings. Consider it compensation for your disciple."

Zhao Wuji took out a Black Card and handed it to Lin Mu.

He had spent decades in the soul master world and seen all manner of storms, but this young powerhouse before him had completely overturned everything he knew.

So young, yet possessing strength comparable to a Titled Douluo—this could no longer be described by the word "genius."

Someone this powerful was simply not someone they could afford to provoke. They had to quell his anger, or there would be endless trouble in the future.

"Let's call it even this time."

Lin Mu accepted the Black Card from Zhao Wuji, glanced at him, and said indifferently, "Keep your eyes open in the future. Don't think that being a Soul Sage means you can act without restraint."

With that, Lin Mu turned and left, taking the mostly recovered Tang San and Xiao Wu to the second floor.

Watching their departing backs, Zhu Zhuqing stood silently where she was. Thoughts churned in her cool, detached eyes, though no one knew what she was thinking.