The First Step to Making Tang Ya Rich

The Tang Sect, once the strongest sect without equal.

Ten thousand years had passed, and both the sect and its disciples had been wiped out.

Now, it had fallen so far that even its sect headquarters was gone, enough to make anyone sigh.

Wang Xiao knew very well that Tang Ya carried the hope of reviving the sect on her shoulders. For a young girl like her, that was unfair and not worth it.

On the surface, she was the glorious sect master. In truth, she was merely a pitiful girl who had lost her family.

Wang Xiao did not need Tang Ya to treat him. How many Gold Soul Coins could she possibly have? She probably could not even afford a decent pill.

Her own life was already tight, yet she still said she would support him.

Wang Xiao felt bitter and did not know what to say.

"Such a kind person, yet she would be driven into corruption in the future. How cruel."

He secretly swore that he would do everything he could to change Tang Ya's life.

And the first step was to make her wealthy. Not rich enough to rival a nation, perhaps, but at least a little rich woman who never had to worry about expenses.

"Xiaoya, let me take you upstairs to eat."

Wang Xiao pulled Tang Ya up to the second floor. There was no reason not to fleece Yan Shaozhe.

The second floor only had tables for couples, so the two could only make do and sit down.

Tang Ya looked somewhat troubled. "Little Wang Xiao, the food here isn't cheap. But if you want to eat, it's not like your sister can't splurge once. Let's call it a celebration for you joining the academy."

She took out an exquisite little pouch, counted her remaining balance with her fingers, then looked at the menu, where every dish cost at least ten Gold Soul Coins. Her heart ached.

Wang Xiao found it both amusing and heartbreaking.

"Xiaoya, I told you to order freely. My meals here are free."

Tang Ya rolled her eyes lightly. "You're so young, yet you've already learned to brag."

She had been at the academy for several years and knew very well that the cafeteria had been contracted out to a famous wealthy merchant in Shrek City.

How could Wang Xiao possibly know someone that rich?

"Ma'am, it is our honor to have Mr. Wang dine at our establishment. How could we possibly charge him? Everything is free," the mustached waiter standing nearby explained.

Tang Ya's red lips parted slightly, her face full of shock.

"Ah! Really?"

She did not believe what Wang Xiao said, but since even the waiter said so, she had no choice but to believe it.

"Ma'am, it is naturally true."

The mustached waiter put on a professional smile. "Mr. Wang is Dean Yan's honored guest. All of his expenses in the cafeteria are waived until graduation."

"Wow! Little Wang Xiao, you're amazing!"

Tang Ya's beautiful eyes immediately lit up. If there had not been outsiders around, she would have rushed over and rewarded Wang Xiao with a huge hug.

"Doesn't that mean we can eat whatever we want?"

Once she learned that the meal was free, she did not hold back in the slightest. She ordered every dish on the first page of the menu in one go before finally feeling satisfied.

The mustached waiter respectfully accepted the menu and turned to make the arrangements.

After he left, Tang Ya let her true nature loose and directly sat beside Wang Xiao, not caring whether she looked ladylike or not.

"Tell me, how did you do it? Did you catch Dean Yan killing someone?" Her face was full of gossip, like a curious little cat.

Wang Xiao covered his face, wanting to laugh but unable to. Tang Ya's train of thought... really was novel.

"I saved Old Yan. Do you believe me?"

Tang Ya immediately put on a stern expression, stretched out a slender arm, and pinched his ear. "If you keep bragging, your sister is going to punish you."

"Fine. The truth is, I saved Old Yan's disciple," Wang Xiao admitted.

At the same time, he felt an incredibly soft sensation against his arm. He turned his head in confusion, and his expression immediately became somewhat unnatural.

How could such a small movement escape Tang Ya's sharp eyes? She followed his gaze downward.

With that one glance, she finally realized just how ambiguous their positions were. Their bodies were pressed tightly together.

What made Tang Ya want to die of embarrassment even more was that her chest had been squeezing against Wang Xiao the whole time, like rabbits in heat. What was this even supposed to be?

What would little brother Wang think of her?

Not even Bei Bei had received such treatment.

Tang Ya hurriedly moved away and returned to her own seat, taking two large gulps of water to hide her embarrassment.

She pretended to cough twice, returned to the subject, and said, "Dean Yan's disciple... is she Ma Xiaotao, the one with sixty-third-level Soul Power?"

"Cough, cough. It was her." Wang Xiao was also somewhat embarrassed.

Tang Ya often called herself his older sister, but she was actually only two years older than him. She was not that different from someone his age.

"Oh, all right." Tang Ya nodded and picked up her cup to continue drinking tea.

Wang Xiao also fell silent, feeling that anything he said now would only make things more awkward.

For a time, the atmosphere was eerily quiet, and neither of them spoke again.

It was not until the mustached waiter brought out dish after dish of delicious food that the silence was broken.

Looking at the beautiful dishes covering the table, Tang Ya's eyes shone. She cut off a piece of steak and put it into her mouth to chew.

"So delicious~" She covered her cheek, her face filled with bliss.

For Tang Ya, if she could eat such delicious food until she was full every day, she would even be willing to break up with Bei Bei.

Watching her feast was a kind of enjoyment for Wang Xiao as well.

No one would have expected Tang Ya to be a secret foodie. She finished all dozen or so dishes on the table by herself.

"Xiaoya, you can really eat." Wang Xiao was speechless. Was she a bottomless pit?

Tang Ya rubbed her round, swollen belly. She was equally surprised herself. "I don't know either. Ever since I absorbed the three little trees you gave me, I get hungry especially easily. I even saw a healer, and they said there was nothing wrong with me."

At the thought of those golden-green little trees, she unconsciously squeezed her legs together, and a blush spread across her face.

Tang Ya bit her red lip, gazed at Wang Xiao with misty eyes, and said, "Little Wang Xiao, give your sister another one of those little trees from your first soul skill, okay?"

"Sure. I'll give you one later." Wang Xiao truly could not refuse.

"Yay! I knew Little Wang Xiao was the best."

At the thought that she could absorb another little tree that night, Tang Ya was overjoyed. That numb, tingling sensation that ran through her whole body like electricity was simply too wonderful, so comfortable that it made her want to moan and left her longing for more.

Only after seeing that she had finished eating did Wang Xiao bring up the serious matter.

"Xiaoya, I've discovered three problems. Whether you want to restore the Tang Sect or not, you cannot do without strength."

"Only with enough Gold Soul Coins can you buy better cultivation resources and raise your cultivation."

"I know, but..."

How could Tang Ya not understand the importance of Gold Soul Coins and cultivation? But she was only a destitute sect master. Where could she possibly get Gold Soul Coins?

No one knew that when she was alone, she was also lost. Blue Silver Grass was only an ordinary Martial Soul. What could she do?

She had clearly cultivated so diligently, yet her Soul Power simply would not rise. She only broke through level thirty at fifteen, while people her age were already Soul Ancestors.

"Xiaoya, I know what you're worried about, which is why I'm here to help you."

Wang Xiao asked the mustached waiter for paper and a pen. As he wrote, he explained, "I've observed that although trains already exist, they are still far from complete. And transportation within cities is far too scarce, not enough to let people travel conveniently."

"So I plan to start there."

Wang Xiao had considered it already. He only needed to copy over modern technology on a large scale, and it would be a complete dimensionality-reduction strike.

After all, the further an era declined in cultivation, the more advanced its technology became. That was the advantage.

Soul Tools were such perfect propulsion fuel, yet using them only on trains was far too wasteful. Wang Xiao decisively wrote down more than a thousand words of insight.

"All right, this will do for now. A tall tree catches the wind. Sell this knowledge to the Sun Moon Empire, and it will be enough for you to live in comfort for the rest of your life, Xiaoya," Wang Xiao said confidently.

Tang Ya picked up the sheets and began reading. The handwriting was crooked and messy, like ghostly scribbles. It was far too ugly.

"Little Wang Xiao, can what you wrote really be worth money?" She was doubtful. Could a single sheet of paper truly be exchanged for a lifetime of wealth and glory?

Wang Xiao guaranteed it. "Don't worry. Any Soul Tool faction with an eye for quality will understand the value of what's written here."

"All right, your sister will trust you this once." Tang Ya half-believingly rolled up the pages and put them away.

If it was true, then Wang Xiao would have helped her tremendously. When the time came, she would not even know how to repay him.