This Saint Son Is Clearly Super Strong But Overly Cautious!

The next day, early morning.

At the gates of Spirit City, an incredibly luxurious carriage was parked.

It was pulled by two Dragon Scale Horses possessing spirit beast bloodlines; they were snow-white and exceptionally majestic.

The carriage body was crafted from the finest agarwood, and one could smell a faint, calming fragrance even before getting close.

This level of extravagance, let alone in Spirit City, would be considered royal-grade travel even in the imperial capitals of the two great empires.

Su Yun stood beside the carriage, watching the scene before him, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

"Elder Chrysanthemum, isn't this a bit too high-profile?"

He pointed at the carriage, which seemed desperate to carve the words "I am rich, please rob me" onto its forehead, his expression one of utter speechlessness.

He was going to intercept opportunities, not parade through the streets.

With such a grand display, what if a Titled Douluo popped out on the road and kidnapped him?

Although he had a system, he hadn't reached max level yet!

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan stood to the side, pinching his orchid fingers, laughing until he swayed like a trembling flower:

"Oh my, Your Highness, what are you saying? You are the Holy Son of our Spirit Hall, representing the face of Her Eminence the Pope. If it were too shabby, wouldn't the world laugh at us?"

"Besides," Chrysanthemum Douluo winked, "this was specifically instructed by Her Eminence, so that you may go 'gloriously' and return 'safely'."

Su Yun shivered.

Gloriously?

More like "insanely."

That crazy woman was definitely doing this on purpose!

She wanted to put him on the fire, make him a target for everyone, and see exactly how many trump cards he was hiding.

Heh, truly, the heart of a woman is the most poisonous.

Su Yun silently made a mental note of this.

"Fine, since it is Teacher's good intention, then this disciple will not decline."

Su Yun sighed, wearing an expression that said "I am very touched but I don't want to talk about it," and climbed into the carriage.

Watching Su Yun's "death-defying" look, Chrysanthemum Douluo couldn't help but cover his mouth and giggle.

This Holy Son was much more interesting than the timid wooden stake from before.

"Oh, right, Your Highness."

As if suddenly remembering something, Chrysanthemum Douluo pulled a token from his robes and handed it over.

"This is the Pope's Order. Her Eminence said that in a remote, backwater place like Notting City, there are bound to be some blind dogs. If anyone dares to offend Your Highness..."

A flash of chilling killing intent crossed Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes, though his voice remained delicate:

"Just kill them."

Su Yun took the token, tracing the cold patterns on its surface, his heart settling.

With this thing, plus the fearsome reputation of that cheap teacher, he could basically walk sideways across the Douluo Continent.

"Thank Teacher on my behalf."

Su Yun waved his hand and ducked into the carriage.

"Depart!"

The carriage rolled steadily out of Spirit City, heading north along the wide official road.

Inside the carriage, Su Yun did not remain idle.

He sat cross-legged on a soft snow-fox fur cushion, closing his eyes to rest, but in reality, he was "sparring" with the system.

[System, open my personal panel.]

Swish!

A light screen visible only to him appeared before his eyes.

[Host]: Su Yun

[Identity]: Spirit Hall Holy Son / Transmigrator / Diary Writer

[Spirit]: Judgment Angel (God-tier)

[Spirit Power]: Level 20 (Innate Full Spirit Power + 10)

[Spirit Rings]: Purple (Thousand-year), Black (Ten-thousand-year)

[Skills]: Sword of Judgment (Spirit-bound), Telepathy (Pseudo), Charm Aura MAX

[Items]: Ten-thousand-year Right Arm Bone (Gifted by Bibi Dong), Bibi Dong's original... ah, ptooey, Bibi Dong's Pope's Order.

Looking at this magnificent data, Su Yun nodded in satisfaction.

It was only the second day since his transmigration, and he had already amassed quite a fortune.

This diary-writing trend was truly far more satisfying than those miserable "leveling up from scratch" tropes.

"However, it's still not enough."

Su Yun opened his eyes, looking through the carriage window at the scenery flying backward, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

"That brat Tang San is backed by both the Asura God and the Sea God positions; he's practically the fighter jet of cheaters."

"Although I have a god-level martial soul now, if I want to completely crush him, I have to snatch away all his opportunities."

"First stop, Notting City."

"Target: that hundred-thousand-year-old rabbit."

Thinking of Xiao Wu, Su Yun's expression became somewhat subtle.

To be honest, he didn't have any particular fetish for human-beast romance.

But he couldn't help it—that rabbit was Tang San's Achilles' heel!

Stealing Tang San's wife and leaving him with no one to marry—that was the greatest blow to a Child of Destiny.

Moreover, Xiao Wu possessed a hundred-thousand-year soul ring and soul bone. Even if he didn't kill her, keeping her by his side as a mascot, or using her as a "power bank" at critical moments, would be excellent.

"Hehe, Tang San, oh Tang San, I'll take care of your rabbit for you for now."

Su Yun chuckled wickedly and pulled out that black notebook again, the one that made Bibi Dong's teeth itch with hatred.

Since he was already on the road, he might as well churn out another diary entry.

He was idle anyway; he might as well provide Dong'er with some entertainment.

[Setting off for Notting City.]

[Honestly, I really didn't want to ride in this carriage. It's too flashy, really too flashy. Bibi Dong's aesthetic is stuck at the level of a nouveau riche.]

[But to be fair, it smells quite nice in this carriage. Chrysanthemum Douluo said it's top-tier ambergris, but why does it smell like Bibi Dong herself to me?]

[Did that woman do something to the carriage? Or is she... peeping at me?]

[Forget it, ignore her.]

[Going to Notting City this time, besides that rabbit, I have to meet that so-called "Grandmaster," Yu Xiaogang.]

[Speaking of Yu Xiaogang, I can't help but laugh.]

[A theorist who only knows how to copy books is actually touted as the encyclopedia of the spirit master world? That's like a virgin who only watches adult films being crowned a relationship coach—it's the height of absurdity.]

[His theory of "there are no trash martial souls, only trash spirit masters" is just meant to fool bumpkins like Tang San who haven't seen the world.]

[If it were really useful, why doesn't he practice it himself? Why hasn't he trained his farting pig into a Golden Sacred Dragon?]

[To put it bluntly, it's just a forced excuse to cover up his own incompetence.]

[The most ridiculous part is that he uses the Spirit Hall Elder Token to show off everywhere. There's really no one else who can mooch off others as shamelessly as he does.]

[When I get there, I'll definitely peel off his mask and let the world see what kind of trash this "Grandmaster" really is.]

[Oh right, and Tang San.]

[Tang San should only be six years old right now, right? Still a little brat.]

[Tsk, bullying a child might be a bit dishonorable, but for the sake of my grand cause...]

[As long as I have no morals, morality cannot kidnap me.]

[Little San, big brother is coming. Are you ready to be beaten by society?]

Spirit Hall, Pope Palace.

"Snap!"

Bibi Dong crushed another innocent teacup.

The scalding tea flowed through her fingers, but she seemed not to notice, her eyes fixed solely on the line: "aesthetic is stuck at the level of a nouveau riche."

"Su! Yun!"

"What is wrong with this Seat's aesthetic?!"

"This is the top-tier dragon-patterned agarwood offered by the Heaven Dou Empire! You uncultured bumpkin!"

She felt a tightness in her chest from the anger, wishing she could fly over right now and flick that brat on the forehead.

But when she read the subsequent rant about Yu Xiaogang, her gaze gradually turned cold.

"Virgin who watches adult films... relationship coach..."

Although she didn't quite understand these strange terms, the mockery and disdain radiating from them were real.

In the past, if anyone had dared to speak of Yu Xiaogang like this, Bibi Dong would have killed them long ago.

But now, looking at these words, she actually felt that... it made some sense?

"There is no such thing as a useless martial soul, only useless soul masters..."

Bibi Dong repeated these words in a low voice, a self-deprecating sneer curling the corners of her lips.

"Indeed, if there truly were no useless martial souls, then why have you been unable to break through level thirty your entire life?"

"Xiao Gang, are you truly deceiving me?"

A fissure known as the collapse of faith began to spread quietly within her heart.

Meanwhile, the perpetrator of all this was currently humming a little tune, eating hotpot and singing in a carriage as he sped wildly toward Notting City.

The gears of fate began to turn.

And they were accelerating madly in an extremely bizarre direction.