Portable Palace Descends, Poverty Limited Tang San's Imagination

Flender pushed up the cracked glasses on his nose. Seeing Qian Mo's look of disdain, his old face flushed. He immediately straightened his back, striking a pose like an otherworldly master.

"Qian Mo, you're being too superficial," Flender said, pointing at the few dilapidated wooden houses that looked like they'd fall apart any second. His tone was impassioned. "Shrek Academy can cultivate monsters precisely because of this hardship and simplicity! Only in the harshest environments can we forge an iron will. Fine clothes and lavish food? That's a breeding ground for trash!"

These words were only good enough to fool naive children. Anyone with eyes could see that this was purely because they were poor.

But someone actually believed it.

Tang San had just been fed a sausage by Oscar, and his complexion had improved slightly. He clutched his chest, walked unsteadily to Flender's side, and nodded with a determined gaze.

"Dean is right," Tang San said, glancing at the well-dressed Qian Mo. A barely perceptible sense of superiority flashed in his eyes. "Cultivation is inherently going against the heavens. Indulging in pleasure will only erode one's fighting spirit. I think this place is very good. This environment can constantly remind me not to slack off, not to forget my origins."

His words both praised the dean and subtly put Qian Mo down, implying that Qian Mo was just a second-generation rich kid relying on family resources.

Qian Mo watched the teacher and disciple duo, who were singing each other's praises, and couldn't help but laugh.

That smile was like watching two lunatics trying hard to prove that "shit is actually delicious."

"That sounds nice," Qian Mo said, applauding softly. "But Tang San, because you're too poor, I won't comment on your statement."

Tang San's face stiffened. He was about to retort with "Don't bully a young man for being poor."

Qian Mo had already turned around and ignored him.

"Since the academy can't provide decent accommodation, I'll bring my own."

Qian Mo raised his hand. The Auspicious Beast Qilin Skull between his brows lit up with a faint, multicolored halo. The divine-grade Storage Ring on his index finger, personally forged by a venerated master from the Papal Palace, suddenly erupted with a heart-palpitating spatial fluctuation.

"Come out, Cloud Top Heavenly Palace (Portable Edition)."

Qian Mo snapped his fingers.

"Rumble--!!!"

The ground shook violently.

Behind Shrek Academy, the small forest, originally overgrown with weeds and infested with insects, seemed to be pressed down by an invisible giant hand.

The earth churned, and trees fell.

Then, a colossal structure descended from thin air.

Golden light radiated everywhere, and auspicious qi surged.

It was a luxurious palace covering an area of five hundred square meters.

It was entirely built from warm White Marble, and the roof was covered with Pure Gold glazed tiles, reflecting a dazzling light under the sunset. The palace was surrounded by a flowing Spirit Spring Water System, with fountains gushing out with the fluctuation of soul power, forming a never-ending rainbow in the air.

Even the outer walls of the palace were cast from entire blocks of Deep Sea Silver.

"Dong!"

The mobile palace landed, perfectly flattening the patch of forest.

The originally dilapidated and rustic Shrek Village instantly became extremely incongruous.

On the left were leaky thatched huts, and on the right was a Cloud Top Heavenly Palace like a royal palace.

It was like moving the Louvre into a slum.

Everyone was petrified.

A Big Sausage Oscar had just finished rolling dropped to the ground with a "plop," covered in dust.

"This... this is something he carries around?" Ma Hongjun's beady eyes widened, saliva flowing down the corner of his mouth. He wished he could rush over and pry off a couple of gold bricks to eat.

Ning Rongrong was also dumbfounded.

She was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She had seen countless treasures, but this method of refining a palace into a Soul Tool and carrying it around...

"Even Grandpa isn't this extravagant?" Ning Rongrong muttered to herself.

Dai Mubai stood at the back of the crowd, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He looked at the wooden house he was about to move into, the door panel of which couldn't even close tightly, and then at Qian Mo's mobile palace emitting a faint fragrance.

As a Star Luo Prince, his Self-Esteem was trampled underfoot and ground into the dirt at this moment.

What royal status? What domineering aura?

In the face of absolute "Money Power," he was like a beggar.

"Let's go, Wife." Qian Mo put his arm around Zhu Zhuqing's Slender Waist and walked towards the white jade gate that automatically sensed their approach.

Inside the gate, a thick carpet of Hundred Thousand Year Snow Silkworm Silk was laid out. Thousands of Night Pearls were embedded in the ceiling, and the gentle light illuminated the interior as if it were daytime. The air was filled with top-grade Spirit Concentrating Incense, a single whiff of which could increase soul power cultivation speed.

Although Zhu Zhuqing was already accustomed to Qian Mo's grand gestures, seeing the stunned expressions of the people around her at this moment, she couldn't help but feel a sweet sense of vanity.

This was her man.

He always gave her the best.

"Um... Brother Qian Mo!"

Ning Rongrong suddenly snapped back to her senses, lifted her skirt, and rushed towards the entrance of the mobile palace, a flattering smile on her face. "It's so big in here, can I come in and have a look? Or... I could stay for a night too! You know, I've never lived in a thatched hut like that..."

She had grand plans. As long as she could get inside, with her charm, she wasn't afraid of not being able to capture this golden turtle son-in-law?

However.

"Weng!"

Just as Ning Rongrong's toes were about to touch the white jade steps.

A golden barrier suddenly sprang up.

"Bang!"

Ning Rongrong felt like she had hit a Qi Wall, and was sent flying back two to three meters, landing on her butt on the ground, tears welling up from the pain.

"Private Territory, unauthorized personnel keep out."

Qian Mo's voice, chilling, came out without him turning his head.

The large door slowly closed.

Leaving Ning Rongrong sitting on the ground, trembling with anger, pointing at the door, unable to speak for a long time.

"Pfft."

Zhu Zhuqing glanced back at the frustrated Ning Rongrong, the corner of her mouth curving up slightly.

"You did that on purpose?" she asked softly.

"Of course." Qian Mo pinched her cheek, "Only you can live in this place. Oh right, the backyard is empty, you can plant it full of your favorite Nether Flowers, I've already prepared the seeds for you."

Zhu Zhuqing's heart trembled, and she proactively hugged his arm.

Night fell.

Shrek Academy ushered in its most difficult night.

In the dilapidated wooden house, Tang San and Xiao Wu sat on the hard wooden board bed.

The walls were drafty, the roof leaked light.

The most fatal thing was that the mosquitoes here seemed to have mutated, their size was terrifying, and their buzzing sounded like bombers.

"Slap!"

Tang San slapped a mosquito to death, a bloody mark appearing on his face.

Through the wall crack, he looked towards the Cloud Top Heavenly Palace opposite, which was brightly lit and even faintly echoed with melodious music.

There were no mosquitoes there, only a constant temperature barrier and a soft big bed.

"Xiao Wu, don't look over there." Tang San noticed Xiao Wu's envious gaze and said in a deep voice, "Those who rely on external objects are destined not to go far. Although we live poorly, our hearts are firm. These insect bites are precisely the tempering of our bodies."

Xiao Wu shrunk her neck, looking at the bed where even the quilt was moldy, and mumbled softly, "But Brother... it's really itchy. And the bed over there looks so soft..."

Tang San was speechless, he could only grit his teeth and turn his head, taking out the Dragon Whisker Needle from the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night.

Under the Moonlight, looking at the golden Hair Crystal in his hand, a cold glint flashed in Tang San's Eyes.

"Just you wait... for tomorrow's Combat Class."

"I will prove that Tang Sect Hidden Weapons are the strongest. What money, what rank, in the face of absolute skill, are all illusions!"

At the same time, inside the Cloud Top Heavenly Palace.

The long table in the restaurant was filled with Delicacies.

Zhu Zhuqing had changed into a loose, light purple Silk Pajamas, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders. She had shed the Chilling demeanor of the day, exuding a lazy charm.

She curled up in Qian Mo's arms, letting him feed her a peeled grape.

Their Auras mingled.

As their bodies touched, the mysterious "Qi Luck Sharing" activated again. Zhu Zhuqing felt her soul power within leaping joyfully. In just the time it took to eat a meal, her cultivation had advanced another sliver.

"Is this what winning by doing nothing feels like?" Zhu Zhuqing whispered softly in his ear.

"This is just the beginning." Qian Mo grinned mischievously, swept her up, and walked towards the Big Bed that could accommodate five people. "Tonight, we'll cultivate something else..."

The next morning.

"Dong--dong--dong--!"

The piercing Assembly Bell shattered the tranquility.

On the Sports Field.

Tang San walked out with two huge Dark Circles under his Eyes, his face covered in Mosquito Bites, looking listless.

Dai Mubai was even worse. Because he was too angry to sleep last night, coupled with his unhealed injuries, he looked like a ghost whose Yang Energy had been drained.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun were also yawning incessantly.

Only Ning Rongrong was slightly better, after all, she had brought a full set of Bedding Rolls, but she still looked displeased.

Just then.

The grand doors of the Cloud Top Heavenly Palace slowly opened.

Qian Mo walked out, holding Zhu Zhuqing's hand.

The two of them were full of energy and radiant.

Especially Zhu Zhuqing, her skin was rosy and tender, as if it could be squeezed to yield water. A captivating charm flowed between her brows and Eyes, proof of being extremely well-nourished (Qi Luck).

This stark contrast dealt ten thousand points of damage to the single dogs present.

Flender stood in the center of the sports field, looking at the students whose conditions were polarized, and his corner of the mouth twitched.

He coughed, forcibly drawing everyone's attention back.

"Alright, today is the first lesson."

Flender pointed to Oscar, who had a lewd expression next to him.

"As monsters, you must first have a good stomach and abandon all unnecessary dignity."

"Oscar, come out!"

"Your task today is very simple—eat the sausages Oscar makes. One per person, class is dismissed only after you finish!"

Tang San looked at Oscar's thick beard, and his stomach churned.

But he remembered the oath from last night, remembered his determination to prove himself.

"It's just sausage?" Tang San took a deep breath and stepped forward, "I'll go first!"

Qian Mo stood to the side, watching this scene, a playful smile curling the corner of his mouth.

"What a show."

He even took out a handful of sunflower seeds from his soul tool and handed them to Zhu Zhuqing.

"Here, wife, let's watch the monkey show."