What It Means for Gangzi to Sell His Ass

Chen Yumo did some quick calculations.

Six hundred and fifty Gold Soul Coins had filled one-third of his Soul Power progress bar. Filling it completely would cost roughly two thousand Gold Soul Coins.

That meant raising his Soul Power by one level required two thousand Gold Soul Coins. From level one to level ten, he needed to gain nine levels. Two times nine was eighteen—an entire eighteen thousand Gold Soul Coins.

But after buying the Whale Rubber and the first batch of Mulberry Leaves and Mulberry Fruits, Chen Yumo only had 7,049 Gold Soul Coins left. At most, that was enough to raise him to level five!

"Oh my god, cultivation burned through resources this badly?" Chen Yumo immediately felt a headache coming on.

Even using the proper method cost him this many resources. How many resources had that useless Gangzi from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan consumed by using the wrong method, only to be forcibly stuffed up to level twenty-nine?

Afterward, Chen Yumo conducted a few more experiments.

After feeding his Martial Soul Mulberry Fruits and Mulberry Leaves separately, he found that Mulberry Leaves offered better value. Although Mulberry Fruits contained more energy and were digested faster, for the same amount of Gold Soul Coins, he could buy more than three times as many Mulberry Leaves as Mulberry Fruits.

In other words, if Chen Yumo bought only Mulberry Leaves and no Mulberry Fruits, he could cultivate all the way to level ten.

He could even have four or five hundred Gold Soul Coins left over for daily expenses.

The only drawback was that his cultivation speed would not be as fast. Eating only Mulberry Fruits could raise him one level in less than two months, while eating only Mulberry Leaves would take over three months per level. It was essentially trading time for money.

But reality could not be interpreted in such a simplistic way.

Chen Yumo had no income at all. As a six-year-old child, he could not possibly make money in Douluo Continent using the methods from his previous life. It was not that he could not do it, but that he was too weak to keep what he earned.

That also meant the seven thousand-odd Gold Soul Coins he currently possessed were all the wealth he could use. Once they were gone, they were gone.

If he ate only Mulberry Leaves, he could steadily reach the level ten bottleneck in less than three years.

But if he ate Mulberry Fruits, he could indeed reach level five in a short time. Yet without further resources afterward, who knew how many years it would take him to cultivate from level five to level ten using only his own talent?

After distributing his wealth and resources reasonably, Chen Yumo still chose the safer method to nurture his Martial Soul.

One level every three-odd months meant slightly more than three levels per year. He only needed two and a half years to cultivate to level ten.

By then, he would not even be nine years old.

Wang Sheng was already over ten years old, yet his Soul Power Level was only level seven. His Innate Soul Power had even been higher than Chen Yumo's, but on average, he could only raise one level per year.

That was the difference between having resources and lacking them, between knowing how to cultivate and not knowing how.

It was also the most fundamental divide between nobles and commoners in Douluo Continent—a chasm nearly impossible to cross.

Time slowly passed.

Chen Yumo immersed himself in improving his Martial Soul.

Ever since he had begun nurturing his Martial Soul through feeding, he could feel himself improving every day. He could also clearly see his Ice Silkworm Martial Soul constantly changing.

It had gradually grown from the size of his little finger to the size of his middle finger. Its icy white body had become more crystalline and translucent, and a sky-blue glow could vaguely be seen flowing beneath its skin.

Outsiders could barely notice it.

Only Chen Yumo himself could sense that the energy stored within his Martial Soul was growing more abundant by the day. This steadily accumulated reserve would completely erupt someday, becoming the opportunity for Metamorphosis.

Over more than half a year of cultivation, he successfully reached level four and welcomed his first academy holiday.

Likewise, this holiday was also his first act of revenge against Yu Xiaogang after more than half a year of lying low!

Over the past six months, because the Ice Silkworm could continuously assist his cultivation, he had plenty of time for the things he wanted to do. Aside from studying, the thing that consumed the most of his energy was taking revenge on Yu Xiaogang!

As someone who had read the original work countless times, Chen Yumo knew all too well what sort of person Yu Xiaogang was.

That bird-brain had little ability, yet cared immensely about saving face. He was obsessed with his pathetic self-respect to an almost inhuman degree. After all, the more someone lacked something, the more sensitive they were about it—just like when he had flown into a rage and cursed Chen Yumo half a year ago.

There were countless more examples in the original work, so many that Chen Yumo could not even be bothered to list them.

There were simply too many to list.

To attack someone like that, one had to strike hard at his weaknesses!

This holiday was Chen Yumo's best chance to act. He had planned to make his move during the break anyway, to let Gangzi experience the malice of a transmigrator!

Watching Tang San and Xiao Wu leave Nuoding Academy together, Chen Yumo turned back to glance at Nuoding Academy's gates, his gaze meaningful.

"Gangzi, I hope you like this little 'return gift' of mine! After all, I've kept your flood of insults and mockery firmly in mind!"

Heh heh heh...

Chen Yumo lightly brushed the hem of his clothes and set off down the road back to the village beneath the setting sun.

And on the second day after the holiday began.

Yu Xiaogang, as usual, walked along a path within Nuoding Academy with his stiff, corpse-like face, preparing to mooch a meal from the cafeteria.

He always did this, and today was no exception.

But on that same road, Yu Xiaogang noticed something slightly off. The people passing by him seemed to be looking at him strangely.

Yu Xiaogang's expression did not change, but he was deeply puzzled.

Still, he did not think much of it. The passing crowds were all in a hurry, and after walking past him, they quickened their steps as though trying to avoid him.

He had not even managed to make out the meaning in their eyes before they had already disappeared.

At first, he thought it was an isolated case. But when he reached the cafeteria to beg for food, he found even more people around him staring at him like that.

And because everyone was eating in the cafeteria, Yu Xiaogang could more clearly see what they were doing and roughly understand their facial expressions.

Some looked disgusted, some looked enlightened, some were shocked, some had suggestive looks in their eyes, while others only held amusement and mockery. Without exception, all those complicated emotions were directed at him.

Yu Xiaogang could not endure it any longer. Clenching his fists, he walked up to a student and demanded through suppressed anger to know what was going on.

But the other person merely hurriedly said, "Nothing, nothing," then ran off without even finishing his meal.

That only made him more certain that something bad had happened to him, and that it was specifically aimed at him.

Yu Xiaogang took the matter seriously and began deliberately looking into what had happened. In the end, he got his answer when he overheard two students talking...

Student A: "Hey, did you hear?"

Student B: "What a joke. Of course I heard. By now, the entire Nuoding Academy probably knows—except Grandmaster himself, right?"

Student A: "Hahaha, I'm dying! I was wondering how a guy who doesn't teach could keep freeloading in the academy all this time. Turns out he sold his ass to the dean so he could stay here and beg for food!"

Student B: "Exactly! I'm dying. No wonder they call him 'Grandmaster'!"

Yu Xiaogang: ?!