The Robbery

"Stand and deliver! This road was built by me, and these trees were planted by me. If you want to pass, leave your toll!"

A cute little boy pointed a wooden stick at the woman before him as he spoke.

The boy was named Deng Tianxin. He was an ordinary transmigrator who had been reincarnated as a Dragon-kin and, for some unknown reason, had arrived during Douluo I.

A year after coming to this world, Deng Tianxin's Martial Soul awakened automatically.

The Martial Soul he awakened wasn't a dragon-type Martial Soul, nor was it a Body Martial Soul.

It was the God of Love Martial Soul, and he had Innate Soul Power at level twenty.

Deng Tianxin felt that he was set.

Not because of his level-twenty Innate Soul Power, but because his Martial Soul was the God of Love.

Douluo Continent was also known as the Continent of Love-Brained Idiots.

Who was the strongest god on Douluo Continent?

The Dragon God?

The Sea God, Asura God, and Tang San?

The old Asura God?

Or the Four Great God Kings?

All wrong. It should have been the God of Love.

Aside from the old Asura God, practically all the others were more or less love-brained.

Sometimes Deng Tianxin wondered if the old Asura God had wanted to leave the Divine Realm mainly because his coworkers were all being lovey-dovey, while he was the only single dog.

Before transmigrating, he'd heard in Douluo IV that the Dragon God had destroyed the Dragon Clan for love.

Deng Tianxin figured that if he became the God of Love, it wouldn't be hard to cultivate to the Dragon God's level someday. He might even surpass him.

After awakening the God of Love Martial Soul, he received the God of Love's inheritance. To inherit the God of Love's Godhood, he had to collect the scattered Fragments of the God of Love's Origin from all over Douluo Continent.

The woman before him had one of the Fragments of the God of Love's Origin—and a particularly large one, at that.

But to obtain the fragment inside her, he needed her emotions to reach a certain level.

So he'd had a sudden idea: pretend to rob her and leave a deep impression. That way, it would be easier to obtain the Fragment of the God of Love's Origin inside her later.

Bibi Dong looked at Deng Tianxin, standing before her with a wooden stick, and found him rather amusing.

Deng Tianxin was adorable. He made her want to scoop him into her arms and give him a good squeeze.

But she noticed the two dragon horns on his head.

She guessed that his appearance was due to his Martial Soul.

The woman came over and crouched in front of Deng Tianxin. She rubbed his cheeks and said, "You're so cute, little one. Let big sister give your cheeks a squeeze."

Deng Tianxin frowned as she pinched his face. He backed away a few steps, escaping her clutches, and pointed his stick at her. "Auntie, please show some respect."

The woman, who had been smiling, froze at his form of address.

A-auntie?

In all her eighteen years, no one had ever called her that.

After all, she was Bibi Dong, the Saintess of the Spirit Hall and the most talented young person in the Spirit Hall.

Who didn't treat her with respect, apart from her master?

"Auntie?" Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed dangerously.

The hand that had been squeezing the little fellow's cheeks hung frozen in midair. Her slender fingers curled slightly, as if she were debating whether to flick the little brat on the forehead.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

For the dignified Saintess of the Spirit Hall to bicker with a little punk holding a wooden stick and playing robber would be far too embarrassing if anyone heard about it.

"Little one," Bibi Dong said, trying to maintain her smile even as the corners of her mouth twitched, "I'm only eighteen this year. You should call me big sister. Understand?"

Deng Tianxin tilted his head, still keeping the wooden stick pointed steadily at Bibi Dong.

He looked her up and down, his gaze carrying a scrutinizing air that sent Bibi Dong's blood pressure soaring.

"Eighteen?" Deng Tianxin tapped the ground with his stick and said solemnly, "In our village, women who are eighteen have already had two children. That makes you an auntie."

A vein throbbed on Bibi Dong's forehead.

She suddenly understood why some adults wanted to beat children.

"And besides," Deng Tianxin went on, completely ignoring Bibi Dong's darkening expression as he spouted nonsense with a straight face, "I'm the robber right now, and you're the one being robbed. You have to respect my profession. Calling you auntie is already being polite. If you don't cooperate, I'll call you an old hag."

"..."

Bibi Dong felt her composure being tested like never before.

She, Bibi Dong, was the Saintess of the Spirit Hall, a genius with Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls, and someone in whom even the Pope had placed great hopes.

And now she was being pointed at with a wooden stick by a little brat with horns on his head, who was threatening to call her an old hag.

If word got back to the Spirit Hall, plenty of people would laugh at her.

But speaking of which...

Bibi Dong examined the little fellow before her again.

Those chubby cheeks, that tender skin, as if it could be squeezed to make water come out, those big, round eyes, and the little dragon horns on his head—he was outrageously adorable.

Bibi Dong suddenly felt like she could keep going.

Deng Tianxin clearly sensed the Fragment of the God of Love's Origin inside the woman before him glowing faintly.

He felt that if he called her auntie a few more times, he could reach 100 and obtain the fragment inside her.

"All right, then, little robber," Bibi Dong decided to play along. She pretended to be frightened and shrank her shoulders. "How much toll money do you want?"

Seeing that Bibi Dong was finally cooperating, Deng Tianxin nodded in satisfaction and held up a little hand. "Five... no, ten Copper Soul Coins!"

Bibi Dong nearly laughed out loud.

"But big sister doesn't have any Copper Soul Coins on her," Bibi Dong said, putting on a troubled expression. Then she fished a Gold Soul Coin out of her Soul Tool and waved it in front of Deng Tianxin. "I only have this. Do you know what it is?"

Deng Tianxin's eyes went wide.

Shining gold—this was a Gold Soul Coin!

But then he remembered something and eyed Bibi Dong warily. "Auntie, being a pedophile is against the law. Three years minimum, death penalty at most."

He'd heard the village chief say that nobles and Soul Masters had all sorts of strange tastes, especially a fondness for cute little boys.

"..."

Bibi Dong's smile froze completely.

She held the Gold Soul Coin suspended in midair, standing as motionless as if she'd been turned to stone.

Pe...dophile?

What had that little brat just said? Pedophile?!

Bibi Dong felt her blood pressure shoot up at a visible speed. The vein on her forehead wasn't merely throbbing anymore—it was practically dancing.

She'd lived for eighteen years and weathered countless storms. She could even withstand the Pope's pressure without changing her expression.

But today, four words from a little brat who didn't even reach her waist had completely broken her composure.

"What... did... you... say?" Bibi Dong ground out, each word as if forced through clenched teeth.

Deng Tianxin sensed the danger and couldn't help taking two steps back on his short legs, but his mouth remained stubborn. "I'm telling the truth. You look like an eighteen-year-old auntie, and you're rubbing the face of a little boy you don't even know and giving him money. If that isn't being a pedophile, what is?"

"I'm giving you money because you're trying to rob me!" Bibi Dong gritted out.