You Call This "Slightly Understands"?

In a private room on the second floor of the teahouse.

Su Yun set down his teacup and watched the final act of the "Master's Misfortune" play out outside the window, feeling as refreshed as if he had just finished a full-body massage.

"Refreshing."

He stretched, feeling every pore on his body open up.

This was the life a transmigrator was meant to live.

No need to toil away at cultivation, no need to worry about being schemed against by that cheater Tang San; he only needed to move his pen to toy with those self-righteous big shots in the palm of his hand.

"Brother Su Yun, what are you looking at?"

Xiao Wu leaned on the windowsill, following Su Yun's gaze downward, but she only saw the man who had been thrown out scrambling up from the ground in a sorry state, with Tang San standing nearby looking as if he were constipated.

"Huh? Isn't that the grumpy Master?"

Xiao Wu blinked her large eyes, looking curious.

"Why is he crawling on the ground? Is he practicing some new soul skill?"

"Pfft—"

Su Yun nearly spat out the tea he had just sipped.

Practicing a soul skill?

This little rabbit's train of thought was truly unique.

"Cough, cough, that's right."

Su Yun suppressed his laughter and spouted nonsense with a straight face.

"That's called the 'Prostration Divine Skill,' the Master's unique secret technique. It's said that when practiced to the highest level, one can make their skin thicker than a city wall."

Xiao Wu nodded as if she understood, a hint of awe (not really) appearing in her eyes as she looked at Yu Xiaogang.

"The human world... is truly strange."

Su Yun patted her head, his eyes filled with doting affection.

"Stay away from those two in the future, lest you catch their stupidity."

"Mhm!"

Xiao Wu rubbed against Su Yun's palm obediently, looking exactly like a little kitten begging for pets.

Su Yun felt satisfied.

The cultivation-type lifestyle was truly sweet.

Leaving the teahouse, Su Yun did not rush back to his villa, but instead took Xiao Wu to the largest blacksmith shop in Notting City.

Don't misunderstand; he wasn't there to forge iron.

He was there to intercept another one of Tang San's opportunities.

Although that old madman Tang Hao had fled, he surely had more than one hidden move left in Notting City.

Moreover, since that brat Tang San wanted to practice the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique, he would definitely come to a blacksmith shop looking for part-time work.

All Su Yun had to do was block that path for him.

"Boss, I'm buying this shop."

Su Yun stood at the entrance of the blacksmith shop and slapped a gold soul coin card down with the air of a wealthy man.

The boss, who was busy forging, was stunned by this sudden windfall, his hammer even slipping from his hand.

"Buy, buy the shop?"

The boss took the card with trembling hands, his eyes nearly popping out as he stared at the string of zeros.

This money was enough to buy ten blacksmith shops!

"What? Is it not enough?"

Su Yun raised an eyebrow.

"Enough, enough, enough! More than enough!"

Fearing that Su Yun might change his mind, the boss immediately signed the contract and ran off with the money, terrified that the big spender might come to his senses a second later.

Su Yun looked at the empty blacksmith shop, a wicked smirk curling his lips.

"Alright, from today on, this place is called 'Su's Blacksmith Shop'."

"From now on, anyone named Tang San who comes looking for work is strictly rejected. Not only rejected, but we'll post a sign at the entrance: Tang San and dogs are not allowed inside."

Although Xiao Wu didn't know why Su Yun wanted to target that Tang San, as long as Brother Su Yun was happy, she was happy.

"Brother Su Yun, why did we buy a blacksmith shop? Are you going to forge iron?"

"I'm not forging iron."

Su Yun shook his head and pulled a blueprint out of his system space.

"I'm going to build something fun."

The drawing on the blueprint depicted a weapon with a bizarre design.

It was a divine weapon from his favorite game before he transmigrated—(a model of) Frostmourne.

Of course, he couldn't forge the real Frostmourne, but that didn't stop him from using soul tool technology to create a knockoff.

"System, redeem 'Basic Soul Tool Crafting Mastery'."

[Ding! 500 Villain Points consumed, redemption successful.]

The next second, countless pieces of knowledge regarding soul tool crafting flooded into his mind.

Inscription carving, material smelting, core magic arrays.

Su Yun closed his eyes to digest the information for a moment, and when he opened them again, his entire temperament had shifted.

From the playboy young master he was moments ago, he instantly transformed into a tech geek.

He picked up the hammer. Although he lacked the flashy techniques of the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique, every strike was incredibly precise, with the force applied just right.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The crisp sound of smithing echoed through the shop.

Xiao Wu watched from the side with great interest.

Although she didn't understand it, she thought Brother Su Yun looked so handsome when he was focused on smithing.

Half an hour later.

A long sword, snow-white from hilt to tip and radiating a chilling aura, began to take shape.

Even though it was only a semi-finished product without the core magic array inscribed, its sharp, piercing edge was already enough to make one afraid to look directly at it.

"Whew..."

Su Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded in satisfaction as he looked at his handiwork.

"Not bad. Although it can't compare to the original, it's more than enough to fool that 'master of theory'."

The reason he wanted to build this sword was to dig an even bigger hole for Yu Xiaogang.

Didn't Yu Xiaogang claim to be invincible in theory? Didn't he claim to have read every book in existence?

Then I'll build a weapon that transcends your understanding and show you what a "dimensional strike" really is.

Just as Su Yun was admiring his masterpiece, a commotion suddenly erupted at the entrance.

"Boss! Is the boss here? I'm looking for work!"

This voice...

It sounded a bit familiar.

Su Yun turned his head to look and saw Tang San standing at the doorway with that tattered bundle on his back, peering inside with an expectant look.

And trailing behind him was Yu Xiaogang, who had just been kicked out of Spirit Hall and looked like a stray dog.

What a small world.

The smile on the corner of Su Yun's mouth deepened.

He put down the sword in his hand and strolled out slowly.

"Yo, isn't this student Tang San? What's the matter? Not studying hard at the academy, what are you doing running to a place like this?"

Tang San's expression changed instantly when he saw Su Yun.

Why is it him again?!

Is this guy a ghost that just won't go away?!

"It's you?"

Tang San took a wary half-step back, shielding Yu Xiaogang (even though Yu Xiaogang looked even weaker than him right now).

"You own this shop?"

"Just bought it."

Su Yun shrugged.

"What, do you have a problem with that?"

Tang San gritted his teeth, suppressing the anger in his heart.

He had originally intended to find a job at a blacksmith shop to earn some living expenses and buy his teacher something good to nourish his body.

Who would have thought he'd run into Su Yun again!

"Since you own it, then I won't bother you."

Tang San turned to leave.

He might be poor, but he had his pride!

"Hold on."

Su Yun called out to him.

"Since you've come, you're a guest. You look a bit pale, Master. Are you hungry?"

Su Yun pointed to the slop bucket nearby (left behind by the previous owner):

"There's still some leftover food in there. Why not have some to fill your stomach, Master?"

"You!"

Tang San trembled with rage, the light of his Purple Demon Eye nearly spilling over.

"Su Yun! Don't push me too far!"

"Bully you?"

Su Yun sneered, picking up the newly forged Frostmourne (Fake) and casually spinning it into a sword flourish.

"Are you even worthy?"

"However, I see you seem to have a deep understanding of soul tools, Master. Why not come and appraise this sword of mine?"