"Pfft! Cough, cough, cough..."
Seeing the report about Yu Xiaogang in the official gazette, Qian Mo choked on his tea and immediately began coughing uncontrollably. It took him quite a while to recover.
Then Qian Mo spoke with a complicated expression.
"The butterfly effect really is terrifying. I never expected that explosion to squeeze out Yu Xiaogang's Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls, only for him to become famous with this bullshit theory instead.
"I just wonder whether Yu Xiaogang will still hide away in Notting City in the end.
"If he doesn't hold back Tang San's cultivation speed, things will become troublesome later. Looks like I'll need to make some arrangements."
Qian Mo shook his head slightly as he spoke, then put away the official gazette.
Breakfast was over. It was time to get down to business.
After straightening his immaculate black Priest's robe and draping on his beloved little cape, Qian Mo headed out of the Martial Soul Hall and walked toward the commoners' district beneath the gentle morning sunlight.
Before long, Qian Mo arrived at a familiar street.
For his first stop, Qian Mo went to the orphanage, where he taught the children arithmetic and a few vocalization techniques.
After that, Qian Mo went outside the city to check on the adults he had taken in.
Unlike the highly malleable children, these adults were capable of learning, but their harsh living conditions over the years meant that their appearances were unsuitable for showing themselves in public in the future.
Thus, Qian Mo leased an estate and had them work as tenant farmers, growing crops to support themselves.
Though these people had once been homeless, they had not fallen into homelessness because they were lazy or squandered their fortunes.
For the most part, it was because their social