Grandpa, Someone Is Extorting Your Precious Grandson!

"Run!"

The moment Bu Le saw this, he turned and fled.

Better a dead fellow Daoist than a dead poor Daoist. This kid was no ordinary Soul Ancestor!

E'kao wanted to run as well, but a sword had somehow appeared at his throat.

E'kao lowered his eyes to look at the sword pressed against his Adam's apple. He did not even dare swallow, afraid that the movement of his throat would slice open his neck.

He immediately raised both hands and looked at Chen Lang in terror. "Young hero, spare my life. As long as you let me go, I'm willing to do anything."

"Then solve this calculus problem for me."

"What?!"

E'kao froze. What calculus?

He had never even heard of it, yet for some reason, just hearing the word "calculus" made his head hurt.

"How boring. Nobody gets my jokes."

Chen Lang shook his head helplessly, then slapped E'kao's face with the flat of his sword. "Hand over the Gold Soul Coins you stole, along with every Gold Soul Coin you have on you."

"Alright, alright, I'll give you everything..."

E'kao took out the money pouch he had just stolen from Dai Mubai, as well as his own, and handed them to Chen Lang.

"Get lost."

Chen Lang withdrew the Seven Kill Sword and glanced at him.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

E'kao hurriedly ran away without looking back, cursing Bu Le as a beast under his breath.

And Tianya? Who the hell was Tianya?

"Lang Ge, why did you let him go? Aren't you afraid they'll come back for revenge?" Dai Mubai asked in confusion.

He had even unconsciously started calling Chen Lang "Lang Ge" instead of "Lang Di."

Clearly, Chen Lang's ruthless methods and formidable strength had won him over.

"I'm not afraid of them now, and I'll be even less afraid when I grow up. It's not that I enjoy killing people. I kill people so idiots know not to mess with me." Chen Lang put away his Martial Soul.

"Is that so..."

Dai Mubai did not quite understand, but Chen Lang's calm demeanor somehow made him feel that he was impressive.

Still, as a prince, Dai Mubai had long been accustomed to death. He did not find killing particularly frightening or terrifying.

"Lang Ge, thank you!"

Dai Mubai looked at his money pouch in Chen Lang's hand with gratitude.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for getting my money pouch back."

"Then you thanked me too soon. I took this pouch fair and square, so it's mine now." Chen Lang put away the pouch and walked off without looking back.

"????"

Dai Mubai was completely stunned by that move. Then, with a miserable expression, he hurried after Chen Lang. "Lang Ge, no! That's all my savings!"

"I happen to need a lackey. The pay is 500 Gold Soul Coins a month." Chen Lang stopped and looked at Dai Mubai, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"I'm in!"

Dai Mubai agreed immediately.

Though he was full of doubts about Chen Lang, he did not ask a single question.

What he did not know was that this was exactly what Chen Lang liked about him, which was why he was willing to take him on as his little brother.

"Lang Ge, where are we going now?"

"Just follow me."

Chen Lang headed straight for Flender's shop.

As for the consequences of killing someone in the street, someone would naturally clean up after him.

"Sigh, it seems this little brat knew all along that I was following him in secret." Looking at the headless corpse, Sword Douluo could not help but sigh.

Still, he was extremely satisfied with his grandson's performance.

Decisive in killing, calm and composed.

With that kind of temperament, the Chen Clan would definitely flourish in the hands of his precious grandson.

"Finally found it..."

Chen Lang wandered around Suotuo City for over half an hour before finding a shop with a round emblem on its signboard. Inside the circle were a sword, a hammer, and a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

"That's the emblem of Spirit Hall. Lang Ge, are you here to buy something?" Dai Mubai recognized the round emblem at once and asked curiously.

"That's right."

Chen Lang nodded and strode inside.

Though the shop door was open, the interior was still dim. There was only one person inside, no counters in sight. Several items hung on the three walls, while many more were displayed on counters around the room.

Chen Lang looked at Flender, who was reclining in a wooden lounge chair with his hooked nose and shovel-like face, and curled his lips into a smile.

"Just like in the novel. He really does look like a crooked merchant." Seeing that Flender was still resting with his eyes closed, Chen Lang grabbed a dark yellow crystal he had spotted earlier and ran for the exit.

"..."

Dai Mubai froze. "Holy shit! Lang Ge, are you trying to shoplift?"

Bang!

Just as Chen Lang reached the doorway, a powerful surge of Soul Power slammed the door shut.

A faint voice came from the man inside. "Kid, you're the first person who has dared to steal from me, Flender."

Flender had already risen to his feet. Beneath his lenses, his deep eyes glinted with coldness as he looked at Chen Lang.

This man is at least a Soul Sage!

Dai Mubai was startled. He had felt the pressure of a Soul Sage before, and it was similar to this man's.

He could not help swallowing.

At the same time, he felt speechless. His newly acknowledged big brother seemed a little unreliable.

"Who said I was stealing?"

Chen Lang hugged the dark yellow crystal and ran back, saying righteously, "I just like doing some weighted training."

"Besides, if I were going to rob something, I'd rob those Soul Tools. What use would there be in robbing a lousy rock?"

"..."

Seeing Chen Lang's shameless expression, Flender's mouth twitched. He actually could not refute him.

"Enough. I'm not wasting any more time with you."

Chen Lang looked at Flender. "Name your price. I want this stone."

"Lang Ge, what do you want that lousy crystal for?" Dai Mubai could not help saying. "If you want to do weighted training, can't you just find a few big rocks?"

"Five hundred Gold Soul Coins."

Flender looked at Chen Lang and calmly stated the price. He did not bother pursuing whether Chen Lang had been trying to mess with him just now.

Because Shrek Academy was simply too poor!

"What a crooked merchant! Why don't you just rob people? Five hundred Gold Soul Coins for this thing? Do you know how many girls I could find with five hundred Gold Soul Coins?" Dai Mubai immediately blew up.

Because he felt that Chen Lang was spending his money.

"Fine, I agree."

Chen Lang nodded and took out five hundred Gold Soul Coins. "Here are five hundred Gold Soul Coins."

"You don't have enough."

A glint flashed through Flender's eyes. "The price has gone up. It's one thousand Gold Soul Coins now."

"No wonder they say that doing business right makes money faster than robbery. But... this time, you've kicked an iron plate."

Chen Lang raised his head and chest, then shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Grandpa, someone is extorting your precious grandson!"