A New Hope Blooms, Ah Yin, I'm Coming!

Several days later, when the first week's newspaper sales were tallied, Qian Mochen rewarded the top three sellers on the spot with between 100 and 300 Gold Soul Coins each.

This was not like that chest, which only the final winner could claim. Seeing hundreds of Gold Soul Coins land in the hands of three lucky people, the person ranked fourth regretted it so badly his intestines nearly twisted apart.

He had only been a few dozen copies behind third place, yet he had missed out on a hundred Gold Soul Coins just like that!

"Next week, I'll tally the results again. Only the top three will still receive rewards. I'll select the top three in the following weeks as well, so everyone has a chance."

After Qian Mochen announced the rules, everyone in the room erupted with momentum. Their auras collided without yielding an inch, and even the air was squeezed away by the dense clashes.

"This time, I'll definitely reclaim the first place that belongs to me!"

"With your fourth place?"

"Hmph, this time, I shall suppress all enemies!"

"Had Heaven not birthed me, Wang Wu, the literary path would have been night throughout eternity!"

"At the pinnacle of literature, I stand proud above the world. Only with Ji Chang is there Heaven!"

Qian Mochen seemed to see the phantoms of countless great emperors and supreme sages battling in this world. He had not expected the ghostwriters he recruited to possess such talent.

He could not afford to provoke them, truly could not. Every person here sounded more impressive than the last. Worried that if they started fighting, he would be swatted away by the aftershocks like a mosquito, Qian Mochen quietly slipped out.

Over the following days, Qian Mochen continued acting as a hands-off manager. He only needed to control the broad direction of Spirit Hall's reforms, while he dragged his elder brother, Qian Xunji, over to handle the details.

Qian Xunji was dragged out of his bed of pleasure, and the resentment radiating from him nearly changed the skies over Douluo Continent. Qian Mochen pretended to be blind and gave a perfectly righteous explanation. "Big Brother, Dong'er has been in seclusion all this time and still hasn't emerged. I can only rely on you!"

"Big Brother, I just refined a bottle of pills that can restore energy. But judging by how vigorous you look, you probably don't need them. I'll just put them in the Merit Hall."

The moment Qian Xunji heard that, he hurriedly grabbed Qian Mochen and coughed guiltily. "Little Brother, what are you saying?"

"If you're in trouble, how could your big brother refuse to help?"

"Didn't Big Brother just say you were exhausted?"

"Ah, I meant that you, Mo Chen, have been working too hard. As your big brother, it truly pains me to see it!"

"Haha, then thank you, Big Brother!"

"No trouble, no trouble!"

Qian Xunji stroked the jade bottle he had just tucked into his robes, and his voice gained a few notes of sincerity. Tonight, I'll restore my former glory and let Yue'er and the others see what I'm capable of!

Tonight, I'll take on ten!!!

Having dealt with his natural-born workhorse of an elder brother, Qian Mochen went to inspect the area outside Bibi Dong's place of seclusion. The aura within was calm, and more than half of the evil aura had already been purified.

At this rate, Bibi Dong should be able to emerge from seclusion in two months.

After she emerged this time, her two martial souls would no longer carry evil attributes. According to Qian Mochen's deductions, she would then be able to avoid that mad Rakshasa God.

Having read the original novel, Qian Mochen felt that if Bibi Dong had not been tricked by the Rakshasa God's so-called Divine Trial and driven insane in the end, she never would have thrown away Spirit Hall's tremendous advantage in one fell swoop.

Look at Tang San's and Qian Renxue's Divine Trials. They gave cultivation, Soul Rings, Soul Bones—whatever they had, they gave.

Bibi Dong's Divine Trial actually sealed her cultivation and constantly used that night in the secret chamber to torment her. Even after the trial ended, she merely possessed level-one-hundred cultivation and received nothing else.

Qian Mochen felt that the Bibi Dong of the original novel had simply been an experience pack, a final boss arranged by the Asura God for his inheritor.

Otherwise, would a deity capable of surviving in the Asura God's hands not give his inheritor some good things, but instead fear that the inheritor was not insane enough and torment her every day?

Douluo Continent claimed that divine inheritances were scarce, yet the moment Tang San obtained the Asura Godhood, a Lower God immediately came to curry favor with him, while every one of the Shrek Seven Monsters obtained a divine position.

It was clear that even in the God Realm, the strong devoured everything.

Thinking of this, Qian Mochen began missing his good brother Gangzi again.

Several months had already passed, yet Gangzi had not pulled himself together in the slightest. He was still drowning himself in drink and pleasure in Norton City.

Gangzi, Gangzi, pull yourself together!

For your happiness, I specifically brought your true love, Scar, here. Scar has been waiting for his rose all this time.

If Gangzi did not pull himself together, how could Qian Mochen have the nerve to disturb his good brother's seclusion?

Qian Mochen had become so bored that he spent ten hours cultivating every day. At last, someone outside brought him good news.

"Your Highness, the two brothers Tang Xiao and Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect set out from the mountain today to gain experience!"

"Your Highness, yesterday, a blue radiance erupted within the forest, and the vitality of all the Blue Silver Grass there surged dramatically!"

"Good, good!"

The instant Qian Mochen saw those two reports, he was no longer sleepy.

At last, he had waited for Ah Yin to take human form.

This time, Tang God King, you can find yourself a different mother.

Qian Mochen immediately sent word to dispatch more people to monitor the Blue Silver Forest region. If they discovered a gentle and beautiful woman with long blue hair, they were to immediately track her route.

At the same time, he had people create trouble for Tang Xiao and Tang Hao, who had descended the mountain, luring the brothers elsewhere.

After informing his father and elder brother, and leaving a letter outside Dong'er's secret chamber, Qian Mochen found an eagle-type soul beast in the back mountain. He leaped onto the flying eagle's back and headed south.

Five days later, Qian Mochen rendezvoused with his subordinates.

"Your Highness, three days ago, a blue-haired woman entered the village ahead and temporarily settled in a villager's home."

"Our people later entered the Blue Silver Forest to investigate. In one area spanning a thousand square meters, the ground had cracked open, and much new Blue Silver Grass had grown."

"Around that location, there are several plant-type soul beasts over fifty thousand years old. We did not dare investigate any deeper."

"No matter. You've done well. The mission is over. Go back."

Qian Mochen did not need to look himself. He merely extended his senses, encompassing the entire village a thousand meters away.

Among them, the unusual aura of one soul beast was like a blazing bonfire in the darkness, dazzling and eye-catching.

Ah Yin must have only recently taken human form at this time, and she did not possess any treasure to conceal her aura.

Thinking of Ah Yin's tragic fate in the original novel—being schemed against by Tang Hao and sacrificing all her cultivation to him, then being deliberately planted by Tang Hao in a sunless cave to prevent her from being reborn, while the child she had risked her life to protect was possessed by Tang San...

In this life, he had come. He would never allow Ah Yin to suffer those tragic fates again.

As for Tang San's Blue Silver Grass martial soul, he would help Tang Hao arrange that later. Clear Sky Hammers were hard to find in this world, but women with Blue Silver Grass martial souls were everywhere. He would make sure Tang Hao had a happy night.

Having settled on his plan, Qian Mochen strode into the village.