So Delicious~

He let out a cold snort.

"What are you looking at? What could possibly be worth reading in a trashy book like this?"

Mo Hen smiled but said nothing, merely extending the book further toward him.

The principal waved his hand. "I won't read it. Even if I die, die out there, or jump off this building, I will never take a single look at a book like this from you!"

Mo Hen continued to smile, maintaining his posture as he held out the book.

The principal glared at him.

Mo Hen remained unmoved.

The two stood in a standoff for three seconds.

In the end, the principal compromised.

He snatched the book away and said irritably, "Fine, fine, fine! I'll take one look, just one. I'll return it as soon as I'm done, and then I'm going back to rectify the school discipline and put an end to this crooked trend—"

His voice came to an abrupt halt.

The principal's gaze fell upon the first page.

[Dou Power, three stages!]

He could no longer tear his eyes away.

The version Mo Hen had handed him was the high-tier edition.

The kind personally penned by Su Mo.

The principal felt a blur before his eyes, as if his entire being had been sucked into the book.

He saw the youth named Xiao Yan standing on the martial arts arena, facing countless scornful gazes.

He saw him get his engagement annulled and heard him shout those words: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; do not bully the young because they are poor."

He saw him meet Yao Lao, begin his cultivation, and step by step, rise from a good-for-nothing to the pinnacle.

He did not know how much time had passed.

The principal slowly opened his eyes.

His eye sockets were slightly red.

His fists were clenched tightly.

Faint fluctuations of soul power emanated from his body.

The people nearby noticed with astonishment—

The principal's aura was several degrees stronger than it had been a moment ago.

Mo Hen spoke at the opportune moment: "Principal, have you gained enlightenment?"

The principal took a deep breath and nodded.

He looked at Su Mo, his expression complex.

A six-year-old child, yet the book he wrote could actually lead someone to sudden enlightenment?

He had just comprehended a move: Eight Extremities Collapse.

His cultivation, which had been stagnant for three years, showed faint signs of loosening.

The principal remained silent for a long time.

Then, he spoke.

"Little... little friend, this book of yours is truly fragrant—ah, no, how much for this book?"

On this day, Notting Academy presented an inconceivable scene.

The cafeteria was completely empty.

The students who usually scrambled for food were nowhere to be seen.

The kitchen staff were bored out of their minds, leaning against the service windows to look outside.

"Where is everyone?"

"Don't know."

"Are they not eating today?"

"Maybe... they aren't hungry?"

The playground was deserted.

The training equipment stood there all alone, covered in a layer of dust.

The classrooms were even more terrifyingly quiet.

The teachers were gone.

The students were gone, too.

The entire academy seemed to have been hit with a pause button.

Only one place was bustling with noise.

In front of the book stall.

Hundreds of students were crowded there.

Last night, Dormitory Seven had only managed to write less than a hundred copies, which wasn't nearly enough to go around.

Even so, the students huddled around single copies, reading together, completely mesmerized.

Some stood, some squatted, and some simply sat on the ground to read.

Upperclassmen, underclassmen, boys, girls, nobles...

At this moment, they all shared one common identity—

Book fans.

"Xiao Yan is so cool!"

"I like Lin Dong!"

"Sun Wukong is the true Great Sage!"

"Zhuge Liang is the GOAT!"

It was noisy and lively.

The cafeteria lady brought over food, hoping to take the opportunity to make some sales, but she found that no one paid her any mind.

She sighed, set the food aside, and picked up a book to read herself.

She was idle anyway.

But once she started reading, she lost track of time, even forgetting about her plan to go find Yu Xiaogang for money.

Yu Xiaogang stood on the outer edge of the crowd, craning his neck to look inside—Battle Through the Heavens, standard edition.

He read a few pages and frowned.

What kind of nonsense is this?

Dou Power, stage three?

A loser making a comeback?

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river?

What is there to like about this?

He closed the book and looked at the other side—Journey to the West.

He flipped through it.

He frowned again.

A monkey? A pig? A monk?

What is all this?

Yu Xiaogang turned his head away and curled his lip in disdain.

Everyone around him was reading with rapt attention; only he couldn't get into it at all.

It wasn't that he didn't want to read.

It was that he didn't understand.

To his eyes, those books were just a pile of ordinary words with nothing special about them.

No golden light, no insights, no epiphanies.

Nothing at all.

Yu Xiaogang's expression turned ugly.

But he quickly comforted himself—what was the big deal?

It was just reading a book, wasn't it?

Could it compare to his goal of cultivating a god?

He sneered and turned to leave.

As he walked, he thought:

"Once I cultivate Tang San into a god, what does a mere epiphany matter?"

"Title Douluo, godhood—they will all be mine!"

"When that time comes, I'll make these book-reading fools kneel and beg for my guidance!"

His back disappeared from the edge of the crowd.

Behind him, the book stall remained as lively as ever.

No one noticed him leave.

No one cared, either.

Nighttime, Dormitory Seven.

Su Mo sat on the edge of his bed, counting the day's earnings.

The Copper Spirit Coins were piled into a small mound; a rough estimate put the total at at least thirty or forty Silver Spirit Coins.

In a single day, he had earned what an ordinary person made in a month.

"We're rich, we're rich!" Wang Sheng rubbed his hands together nearby, his eyes fixed greedily on the pile of money, looking as if he wanted to pounce on it and plant a few kisses.

Gou Dan was even more exaggerated, already starting to drool.

Tang San tried his best to remain calm, but the smile at the corners of his mouth was impossible to suppress.

Xiao Wu was happily gnawing on a large carrot, her face smeared with orange juice. Hearing the commotion, she looked up and blinked in confusion.

"How much is thirty or forty Silver Spirit Coins?"

Su Mo thought for a moment and explained it in a way she could understand: "It can buy... over four thousand carrots."

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up instantly.

"Over four thousand?!"

She looked down at the half-eaten carrot in her hand, then back at the pile of money in front of Su Mo, her brain beginning to calculate frantically.

One carrot... was this big.

Four thousand carrots... piled up...

Xiao Wu's eyes grew wider and wider until she finally jumped up.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm!" (Master is amazing!)

With the carrot still in her mouth, her words were muffled, but her excitement was plain to see.

Su Mo shook his head with a smile.

This child truly had no concept of money.

But that was fine; being simple-minded meant living a happy life.

He looked at the pile of money before him, then at the members of Dormitory Seven who were watching him with eager eyes.

"Time to split the money."

Wang Sheng's eyes brightened even further.

Su Mo divided the Copper Spirit Coins by head count—Wang Sheng, Gou Dan, Er Gou, San Wa, Tie Zhu, Shi Tou... everyone got a share.

It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep them happy for days.

"Thank you, Boss Su!"

"Long live Boss Su!"

"I've never held this much money in my life!"

The group cheered, clutching their coins and grinning like a bunch of fools.

Su Mo waved his hand. "Alright, alright, don't get too happy too soon. If you want to keep making money tomorrow, you have to keep working tonight."

Wang Sheng immediately wiped the smile off his face, looking solemn. "Work! We must work! Copying books! We'll copy all night long!"

Gou Dan nodded along. "Right, right! All night! Whoever doesn't copy is a dog!"

Er Gou chimed in from the side, "You're already Gou Dan."

Gou Dan glared at him. "Shut up!"

The crowd burst into laughter.