The Little Rich Woman's Generosity Makes Little Tang San Cry with Envy

"These... are these all medicinal herbs?"

"This is just too much!"

Early the next morning, Xiao Yexuan woke up, stretched his limbs, and pushed open his door to head out for breakfast, only to be left dumbfounded by the sight before him.

The courtyard of his residence was packed, inside and out, with hundreds of horse-drawn carriages parked in neat rows.

Every single carriage was either piled high with intricately carved wooden boxes.

Or filled to the brim with coarse clay jars and cast-iron basins, all brimming with a vast variety of herbs, their rich, medicinal fragrance rushing toward him and refreshing his spirit.

The dense sea of carriages had almost completely choked off the entire courtyard, leaving barely a path to step on.

Ning Rongrong, standing at the very front, wore an exquisite pale yellow princess dress. Seeing Xiao Yexuan's slack-jawed expression, she couldn't help but curl her lips in triumph, her chin tilted slightly upward.

She stepped forward, her voice as crisp as a mountain spring, and spoke loudly:

"Young Master, these herbs are merely what I managed to collect in the vicinity of Heaven Dou City yesterday by utilizing the influence of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"If we have a few more days, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will surely be able to scour the entire continent for herbs and bring them all here for you to refine into pills!"

Xiao Yexuan was caught between laughter and tears, his mouth twitching.

He knew his charm was potent these days and that those around him were quite devoted, but he never expected Ning Rongrong to be this fanatical.

Had this girl emptied out the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's warehouse in Heaven Dou City?

Xiao Yexuan waved his hands hurriedly, refusing with an exaggerated tone, terrified that Ning Rongrong might cause an even bigger scene:

"Rongrong, this is far too much!"

"Refining pills doesn't require this many herbs. If they all pile up here and some accident happens, everything will be ruined!"

"Rongrong, you must stop the family from collecting any more!"

"What's already here is enough to last me for a very long time."

"You mustn't disrupt the entire medicinal herb market just for my sake!"

"With so many herbs hoarded here, if someone outside falls gravely ill and cannot buy medicine, and they miss their best window for treatment because of me, my heart will not be at peace."

Upon hearing this, the triumph on Ning Rongrong's face vanished, replaced by deep guilt as her cheeks flushed slightly.

She looked at Xiao Yexuan, her eyes filled with admiration, sparkling as if they held the stars:

"Is that what you were thinking, Young Master?"

"It seems I was in the wrong this time, Young Master."

"You want to refine pills not just to help us Spirit Masters rapidly improve our cultivation, but also to use them to heal ordinary people, keeping them away from sickness and pain!"

"Ah! Young Master, meeting you is the greatest blessing of my life; it must be the result of a hundred lifetimes of accumulated merit!"

"You are right, Young Master. I will do exactly as you say and will never buy herbs so recklessly again!"

The more Ning Rongrong spoke, the more agitated she became. The adoration in her eyes as she looked at Xiao Yexuan was practically overflowing, as if he were the most flawless person in this world.

Xiao Yexuan was already accustomed to such sudden praise and worship from Ning Rongrong.

He merely smiled faintly, shook his head helplessly, and stepped into the pile of herbs to inspect them closely, his fingertips occasionally brushing over the leaves to see if there were any rare specimens he could use right now.

Yet, what he did not know was that in a dense patch of grass not far from his residence.

Two heads were huddled cautiously, covered by a few broad leaves, their eyes fixed unblinkingly on everything happening in the courtyard.

"So many herbs!"

Tang San's voice carried an irrepressible greed, his fingernails digging deep into the soil beneath him:

"If these herbs fell into my hands, I could surely refine a mountain of the pills recorded in my Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record!"

"Even if I just sold them all for rare metals and lethal poisons, how many hidden weapons could I manufacture?"

"How can this Ning Rongrong be so generous?"

"Why, when we traveled together before, was she unwilling to sponsor me even a fraction of this?"

"It's infuriating! She is truly courting death!"

"If only Ning Rongrong had been willing to part with even a few Gold Soul Coin, I would have a stockpile of lethal poisons and hidden weapons by now!"

The gnashing, whispered words drifted from the grass like poison-tipped needles.

Indeed, one of these two observers was Tang San, and standing beside him was the equally grim-faced Dai Mubai.

Although Tang San had been severely injured yesterday, with most of his bones fractured, he should have been bedridden for weeks.

But this was a world of spirits; beyond combat-oriented Spirit Masters, there were many top-tier support and healing Spirit Masters.

Flender dared not let Tang San remain critically ill, fearing it would affect his foundation.

If Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao came knocking, he would not be able to bear that monstrous rage.

Thus, Flender had spent a fortune to travel specifically to the Nine Hearts Begonia family, begging the current sect leader to intervene and use the power of the Nine Hearts Begonia spirit to completely heal Tang San's injuries.

Once recovered, the first person Tang San wanted to find was Xiao Yexuan.

He longed to tear Xiao Yexuan into ten thousand pieces to soothe the hatred in his heart.

Tang San knew clearly, however, that with Xiao Yexuan now backed by a Soul Saint powerhouse like Liu Erlong, he could find no suitable opportunity to strike.

Yet, how could he be content when his own sister had been led astray by Xiao Yexuan?

Thus, he dragged Dai Mubai along to this place, hiding in the grass to observe Xiao Yexuan's movements in secret.

Of course, should a favorable opportunity arise, the two of them would not hesitate to act against Xiao Yexuan.

What Tang San wanted most was to expose Xiao Yexuan's deception and figure out exactly what methods he had used to make Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu so infatuated with him.

At the same time, his heart was filled with anticipation, the flames of ambition churning in the depths of his eyes.

If he could truly obtain Xiao Yexuan's secret and master that method.

Then he, Tang San, could completely replace Xiao Yexuan's position.

Xiao Wu would be completely obedient to him, and Zhu Zhuqing would snuggle by his side like a well-behaved little kitten.

And Ning Rongrong, that little rich girl, would provide him with a constant stream of vast wealth.

When that time came, he could manufacture countless Tang Sect hidden weapons; even if a god descended, they would die under his assassination!

Tang San stared at the mountain of medicinal herbs piled in the courtyard with bloodshot eyes, his fists clenched so tightly they creaked.

He longed to rush in immediately, snatch all these treasures, and stuff them into his storage Soul Tool.

Just then, a black figure walked over from outside the courtyard, her footsteps as light as a cat's.

Looking at the yard full of medicinal herbs, she couldn't help but click her tongue, sighing in a low voice that the financial power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was truly well-deserved, a trace of envy flashing in her eyes.

The young girl then walked quickly to Xiao Yexuan's side, her steps becoming even lighter, as if she feared disturbing him.

She held a small bundle wrapped in a black cloth bag, tied with a cute pink bow, looking exceptionally delicate.

The young girl stopped, her cheeks flushing slightly, and with a voice carrying a hint of imperceptible excitement and nervousness, she held the item out to Xiao Yexuan.

"Young Master, this is... the breakfast I made for you. I hope you like it."