Robbery

"This road was opened by me, this tree was planted by me; if you want to pass through here, leave your toll!"

A cute little boy pointed a wooden stick at the woman in front of him.

The little boy was named Deng Tianxin, an ordinary transmigrator who had been reincarnated as a dragon-human. For reasons unknown, he had arrived in the era of the first Douluo.

One year after arriving in this world, Deng Tianxin's martial soul awakened automatically.

It was not a dragon-type martial soul, nor was it a body-type martial soul.

It was the martial soul of the God of Love, with an innate soul power of level twenty.

Deng Tianxin felt that his future was secure.

It wasn't because of the level twenty innate soul power, but because his martial soul was the God of Love.

Douluo Dalu, also known as the "Love-Brain Continent."

Who was the strongest god on the Douluo Continent?

The Dragon God?

The Sea God and Asura God Tang San?

The old Asura God?

Or the four God Kings?

None of them; it should be the God of Love.

Aside from the old Asura God, everyone else was, to varying degrees, a love-brain.

Deng Tianxin sometimes suspected that the reason the old Asura God wanted to leave the God Realm was simply because his colleagues were all lovey-dovey, leaving him as the only single dog.

Before he transmigrated, he had heard in the fourth installment that the Dragon God had destroyed the dragon race for the sake of love.

Deng Tianxin felt that if he became the God of Love, it wouldn't be difficult to cultivate to the level of the Dragon God in the future; he might even surpass him.

After awakening the God of Love martial soul, he obtained the inheritance of the God of Love. To inherit the godhood, he needed to collect the Fragments of the God of Love's Origin scattered across the Douluo Continent.

The woman in front of him possessed a Fragment of the God of Love's Origin, and it was a particularly large piece at that.

However, to obtain the fragment within her, he needed her emotions to reach a certain level.

Therefore, he had a sudden inspiration: he would pretend to rob her to leave a deep impression, making it easier to obtain the fragment later on.

The woman looked at Deng Tianxin, who was holding the wooden stick, and found him quite interesting.

Deng Tianxin looked very cute, making one want to hold him in their arms and dote on him.

However, she noticed the two dragon horns on his head.

She guessed that this appearance was due to his martial soul.

The woman walked up to Deng Tianxin, crouched down, and rubbed his cheeks with her hand, saying, "Little one, you're so cute. Let big sister have a squeeze."

Deng Tianxin, having his cheeks pinched, retreated a few steps in dissatisfaction to escape her clutches. He pointed his wooden stick at her and said, "Auntie, please have some self-respect."

The woman, who had been smiling, saw her expression freeze instantly at his address.

A... Auntie?

She had lived for eighteen years, and this was the first time anyone had called her an auntie.

One had to know that she was Bibi Dong, the Saintess of the Spirit Hall, the most talented of the younger generation.

Except for her master, who didn't treat her with the utmost respect?

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

The hand that had been pinching the little guy's face froze in mid-air, her slender fingers curling slightly as if she were considering whether to give this little brat a knock on the head.

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

As the dignified Saintess of the Spirit Hall, it would be too embarrassing if word got out that she was bickering with a little brat holding a wooden stick.

"Little one," Bibi Dong tried hard to maintain the smile on her face, though the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, "Big sister is only eighteen this year. You should call me big sister, understand?"

Deng Tianxin tilted his head, his wooden stick still pointing steadily at Bibi Dong.

He looked her up and down, his gaze filled with a scrutiny that made Bibi Dong's blood pressure soar.

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

A vein throbbed on Bibi Dong's forehead.

She suddenly understood why some adults wanted to spank children.

"Besides," Deng Tianxin completely ignored her darkening face and continued to spout nonsense with a straight face, "I am the robber, and you are the one being robbed. You need 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 that her composure was being tested like never before.

She, Bibi Dong, the Saintess of the Spirit Hall, a genius with innate full soul power and twin martial souls, whom even the Pope held high hopes for.

Now, she was being pointed at by a little brat with horns on his head, and even threatened with being called an old hag.

If this got back to the Spirit Hall, she would definitely be the laughingstock of many.

Then again...

Bibi Dong scrutinized the little fellow before her once more.

His little face was chubby, his skin so fair and tender it seemed as if it would drip water if pinched. Paired with those round, wide eyes and the tiny dragon horns atop his head, he was unfairly adorable.

Bibi Dong suddenly felt she could handle this after all.

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

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

"Alright then, may I ask, little bandit," Bibi Dong decided to play along with the little guy, feigning fear as she hunched her shoulders, "how much is the toll?"

Seeing that Bibi Dong was finally cooperating, Deng Tianxin nodded in satisfaction and held up a small palm: "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 before fishing a gold soul coin from her soul tool and waving it in front of Deng Tianxin, "I only have this. Do you recognize it?"

Deng Tianxin's eyes went straight instantly.

It was glittering gold—a gold soul coin!

But then Deng Tianxin thought of something and looked at Bibi Dong with vigilance: "Auntie, pedophilia is against the law. It starts at three years and goes up to the death penalty."

He had heard from the village chief that nobles and soul masters had all sorts of strange hobbies, especially a fondness for cute little boys.

"..."

Bibi Dong's smile froze completely on her face.

Her hand holding the gold soul coin hung in mid-air, and she stood motionless, as if turned to stone.

Pedo...philia?

What did this little brat just say? Pedophilia?!

Bibi Dong felt her blood pressure soaring at a visible rate; the veins on her forehead weren't just throbbing—they were practically breakdancing.

She had lived for eighteen years and weathered countless storms; she could even withstand the pressure of the Pope without changing her expression.

But today, she had been completely broken by a little brat who didn't even reach her waist, all because of four words.

"What—did—you—say?" Bibi Dong squeezed the words out one by one, each syllable sounding as if it were being ground between her teeth.

Deng Tianxin keenly sensed the aura of danger and his short legs involuntarily took two steps back, but his mouth remained stubborn: "I'm just stating facts. You look like an eighteen-year-old auntie, pinching a stranger's face and giving him money—if that's not pedophilia, what is?"

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