With Money, You Can Really Do Whatever You Want!

To kill the heart is to destroy the person.

This was the true meaning of killing the heart.

Not only did it destroy one's dignity, but it also negated one's expertise, trampling the knowledge one took pride in underfoot.

"Pfft—"

Yu Xiaogang was overcome with rage, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

This time, he had truly damaged his foundation.

"Teacher!"

Tang San exclaimed, hurriedly supporting the swaying Yu Xiaogang.

He looked up at Su Yun, the killing intent in his eyes nearly solidifying.

"Su Yun! I, Tang San, will remember today's humiliation!"

"One day, I will make you pay it back a hundredfold!"

Facing the impotent rage of the Child of Destiny, Su Yun merely picked his ear with indifference.

"Fine, fine, fine, I'll be waiting."

"But before that, shouldn't you two consider what to have for dinner?"

"After all..."

Su Yun pointed to the slop bucket nearby:

"You don't even have the money to buy steamed buns anymore, do you?"

Having said that, he ignored the pair of stray dogs, pulled the stunned Xiao Wu along, and turned to walk into the blacksmith shop he had just purchased.

"Close the door."

"Bad luck."

The night deepened.

Inside the study of the villa, Su Yun wrote furiously.

There was simply too much material for his diary today; he had to organize it well to ensure he dealt a critical blow to Dong'er.

[Year X, Month X, Day X, Night, mood excellent.]

[Today I taught Yu Xiaogang a lesson. The topic was "How to Identify Trash."]

[That old guy's judgment is truly lacking.]

[A semi-finished product I made on a whim was enough to make him kneel and sing for mercy. If he were to see a real Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannon, wouldn't he call me 'Daddy' on the spot?]

[But it's no wonder.]

[In this era where Soul Guidance technology is fragmented, his pitiful store of knowledge is only enough to fool a country bumpkin like Tang San.]

[Come to think of it, Bibi Dong had it rough back then.]

[Not only was her innocence ruined by that old beast Qian Xunji, but she was also deceived by a spineless coward like Yu Xiaogang.]

[Here's a joke: The reason Yu Xiaogang left Bibi Dong back then was because he felt he wasn't worthy of her.]

[Pah!]

[That was insecurity! It was cowardice! It was fear of death!]

[He was afraid Qian Xunji would kill him, so he ran away overnight, leaving Bibi Dong alone in Spirit Hall to face that beastly teacher.]

[This is called deep affection? This is called true love?]

[This is called being a scumbag!]

[If it were me...]

[Hmph, even if it meant death, I would bite a chunk of flesh off Qian Xunji!]

[It's a pity, Dong'er met the wrong person in this life.]

[But it doesn't matter, she has me in this life.]

[I will show her what a real man is.]

[Of course, provided she stops sending people to watch me sleep...]

[This feeling of being visually violated is really strange, hey!]

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

The lights were bright.

Bibi Dong sat on the expansive papal throne, holding the diary, not turning the page for a long time.

Her gaze lingered on the sentence: Even if it meant death, I would bite a chunk of flesh off Qian Xunji.

For some reason, her eyes felt a little hot.

It had been so many years.

Ever since that incident, everyone had told her to consider the big picture, to endure humiliation for the sake of Spirit Hall.

No one had ever stood in her shoes to speak a word of justice for her.

And even fewer had ever said they would risk their lives for her.

Even the man she had once loved so deeply had chosen to escape.

But now, this cheap disciple she had only known for two days, this glib-tongued, unserious brat, had written such words in his diary.

Even if it was just a diary.

Even if he might just be bragging.

But the heart that Bibi Dong had long since frozen over truly cracked open a sliver.

A trace of warmth quietly seeped in.

"Silly boy..."

Bibi Dong closed the diary, her fingers gently stroking the cover, a tender arc she hadn't even noticed forming at the corners of her lips.

"Always just running your mouth."

"If you had really dared to bite Qian Xunji, perhaps This Seat wouldn't have been so desperate back then."

She stood up and walked to the window, looking in the direction of Notting City.

In those purple eyes, the killing intent had vanished, replaced by a faint glimmer of anticipation.

"Gui Mei."

From the shadows, Ghost Douluo emerged.

"Your Eminence."

"Pass down the order."

Bibi Dong's voice remained cold, but it lacked a bit of its usual chill:

"Keep a close eye on Notting City."

"Don't let that madman Tang Hao hurt him."

"And..."

Bibi Dong paused, a trace of an unnatural flush flashing across her face:

"Remove the surveillance when he sleeps from now on."

"This Seat won't watch."

Ghost Douluo: "???"

Your Eminence, didn't you say you wanted comprehensive, 360-degree monitoring before?

Why the sudden change of heart?

Women really are fickle!

Ghost Douluo dared not dwell on it, only bowing his head to respectfully accept the order:

"Yes."

The Pope's thoughts were truly more unfathomable than the abyss!

West of Notting City, in a remote blacksmith shop.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Dull, rhythmic hammering echoed through the narrow shop, accompanied by the scorching heat waves rising from the furnace that made it hard to keep one's eyes open.

Tang San was shirtless, wielding a hammer that was far too heavy for him, striking the red-hot iron block again and again.

Sweat slid down his youthful cheeks, dripping onto the searing anvil with a "hiss" before instantly evaporating.

He was forging iron.

For the sake of a few copper soul coins, to buy his teacher a roasted chicken to nourish his body.

This future God King had no choice but to begin his working life early.

"This is the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique..."

Tang San gritted his teeth, his eyes resolute.

Although life was bitter, and that bastard Su Yun was detestable, he believed that as long as he persisted, the iron in his hands would eventually become a divine weapon, and his own life would eventually turn around.

Heaven will place a great burden on a man; it must first frustrate his spirit and exhaust his muscles and bones.

He comforted himself with this thought.

However, just as he was immersed in his self-moved, hard-working mode, a commotion erupted on the street.

Through the dust-covered window, he saw that familiar, flashy, and infuriatingly ostentatious luxury carriage.

Beside the carriage, Su Yun held Xiao Wu's hand, followed by a line of servants carrying bags full of goods.

"Is this the best silk shop in Notting City? Let's go in and take a look."

"Xiao Wu, this pink dress is nice. Wrap it up."

"This white one is also good. Wrap it up."

"What? There are new arrivals? I'll take them all!"

Su Yun waved the gold soul coin card in his hand with the air of a nouveau riche taking his mistress on a shopping spree.

"Brother Su Yun, you're buying too much! I can't possibly wear all of these!"

Though Xiao Wu protested, her face was beaming with joy, and her two rabbit ears swayed quite happily.

"If you can't wear them all, just leave them out to look at."

Su Yun ruffled her hair, his tone doting to an infuriating degree:

"Your brother has money; I can afford to be willful."

Inside the blacksmith shop.

Tang San's hand, gripping the hammer, froze in mid-air. The small spark of fighting spirit he had just gathered shattered instantly.

Crack.

He felt as if he could hear the sound of his own heart breaking.

He was sweating buckets amidst the smoke and fire, pinching pennies for a single steamed bun; Su Yun was throwing money around in luxury, spending a fortune just to win a beauty's smile.

At this moment, Tang San finally grasped a profound truth:

Sometimes, the gap between people is even greater than the gap between a human and a dog.

"Damned capitalist!"

Tang San brought the hammer down with a fierce strike. Sparks flew everywhere, illuminating his face, which was twisted with jealousy!