Off to Mess with Tang San

Yi Yun stood before a mountain.

The mountain towered majestically some thousand meters high, its ancient trees reaching for the sky amid swirling clouds and mist. It was said to be a gathering place for Soul Beasts.

Yi Yun gazed at the mountain, lost in thought.

I punched through a wall yesterday. How about trying a mountain today?

After all, he was now a level 99 Peerless Douluo. Punching walls was beneath him. If he was going to hit something, he should go big.

"Young master, what are you doing?!" The elderly steward followed behind him. Seeing Yi Yun take a punching stance, he went pale with fright.

"Punching a mountain," Yi Yun said succinctly.

"P-punching a mountain???" The elderly steward's voice cracked. "Young master, that's a mountain! It's been there for thousands of years! How could you..."

Before the elderly steward could finish, Yi Yun had already thrown his punch.

A golden, dragon-shaped surge of Soul Power roared from his fist, carrying the force to destroy heaven and earth as it slammed straight into the thousand-meter mountain.

Rumble! The mountain shook violently. Countless boulders shattered, and dust filled the sky.

When the dust cleared, the elderly steward stood utterly petrified.

The mountain that had existed for thousands of years was gone.

In its place was an enormous crater, wisps of smoke still rising from its edges, as though a meteor from beyond the heavens had struck it.

"Th-this... this..." The elderly steward's lips trembled. He could not get a single word out properly.

Yi Yun withdrew his fist and looked at his hand, his face expressionless.

"Decent power. Just burns through mountains a bit."

The elderly steward collapsed onto the ground, muttering, "What a sin, what a sin..."

There had been dozens of Soul Beasts in that mountain, too.

All gone.

Yi Yun did not particularly care.

What concerned him was another problem: after punching the mountain, he found himself even more bored.

One punch could blast apart a mountain, two could blast apart a city, and three could probably blast apart half the continent.

With strength like this, what couldn't he do?

What was left that posed a challenge?

Yi Yun tilted his head toward the sky. Sunlight fell across his handsome face, but loneliness filled his eyes.

True invincibility was not being unable to beat others, but being unable to find an opponent at all.

"Young master, are you all right?" The elderly steward finally got up from the ground and asked cautiously.

"Tell me, old man, what meaning does life have left?" Yi Yun suddenly posed a philosophical question.

"Huh?" said the elderly steward.

"I have money, strength, and looks," Yi Yun counted on his fingers. "I can beat up anyone I want and go anywhere I want. What else am I supposed to pursue?"

The elderly steward's mouth twitched.

He could not answer that question.

His greatest ambition in life was to save enough money to marry Widow Wang from the neighboring village, while Yi Yun already stood at life's final stop.

"Young master, perhaps... you could find some amusement?" the elderly steward suggested tentatively.

"Amusement?" Yi Yun's eyes lit up. "What kind?"

The elderly steward thought for a moment. "I hear there's a rather interesting young fellow named Tang San. He has Innate Full Soul Power and is quite well known over at Nuoding Academy."

Yi Yun froze for a moment.

Tang San?

Isn't he the protagonist of the original story?

Before transmigrating, he had been following the Douluo Continent animation. He still remembered Tang San's face perfectly.

Innate Full Soul Power, Twin Martial Souls, and in the future, he would become the Sea God and the Asura God, cheating his way to the pinnacle of life.

But now, the story had only just begun, and Tang San was merely a rookie who had just entered Nuoding Academy.

The corners of Yi Yun's mouth slowly lifted into a dangerous smile.

"Tang San. Interesting."

Seeing his young master's smile, the elderly steward suddenly felt that the young fellow named Tang San might be in for some bad luck.

"Young master, do you know him?"

"No, but I will soon." Yi Yun brushed the dust off his hands, excitement flashing in his eyes. "Old man, make the preparations. I'm going to Nuoding City."

"Nuoding City? Why would you go to such a small place, young master?"

"To find some amusement."

With that, Yi Yun flickered and vanished on the spot.

The elderly steward remained where he stood, looking at the enormous crater, then in the direction Yi Yun had disappeared. He let out a long sigh.

That young fellow named Tang San had better pray for good fortune.

Along the way, Yi Yun passed through bustling towns and crossed desolate wilderness.

He saw ordinary people rushing about for their three daily meals, and Soul Masters risking their lives for cultivation resources.

Yet he himself had reached the summit of this world with ease.

"How ironic." Yi Yun gave a self-mocking smile. "In my last life, I gave everything I had just to stay alive. In this life, I don't even know what to do."

He remembered the days of his previous life.

He had rented a partitioned room in an urban village, leaving early and returning late every day, getting scolded by his boss, snapped at by clients, and chased for rent by his landlord.

His greatest entertainment had been lying in bed after work, watching anime and following novels, imagining that he, too, could transmigrate to another world and become the protagonist.

Now he really had transmigrated, and as a max-level powerhouse at that, yet he felt empty.

"Sure enough, what you can't have always stirs your heart. Once you get it, it feels pointless." Yi Yun shook his head.

Just then, cries for help came from the roadside.

"Help! A Soul Beast!"

Yi Yun turned to look and saw several merchants being chased by a Soul Beast that looked like an oversized wild boar.

The Soul Beast had roughly three hundred years of cultivation. It was indeed dangerous to ordinary people.

But Yi Yun could not even be bothered to lift a finger.

With a casual wave, Yi Yun sent a current of Soul Power flying out, knocking the Soul Beast hundreds of meters away.

Having escaped death, the merchants hurried over and knelt to thank him.

"Thank you for saving our lives, my lord! You must be a powerful Soul Master!"

Yi Yun nodded. "You could say that."

"May we ask what level of Soul Master you are, my lord?"

"Me?" Yi Yun considered it, then decided to keep a low profile. "Probably... just a tiny bit stronger than you."

The merchants exchanged puzzled looks.

How much was a tiny bit?

Yi Yun offered no further explanation and continued on his way.

His mind was now full of Tang San.

Just what kind of person was this protagonist of the original story?

Was he a hypocrite like in the animation, or a hypocrite?

Yi Yun was very curious.

And very eager.

Eager to see Tang San question his entire life after being messed with by him.

"Tang San, oh, Tang San." A wicked smile curled Yi Yun's lips. "Starting today, your life is going to get interesting."

"And I'm the one who'll be making it interesting for you."

He quickened his pace toward Nuoding City.

Nuoding City lay to the south, several hundred kilometers from his current position.

If he flew at full speed, it would take less than half an incense stick's burning time.

But Yi Yun was in no hurry.

He wanted to walk slowly and think slowly, to devise a perfect plan that would make Tang San's first meeting with him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

"Oh, right." Yi Yun suddenly stopped. "I remember Tang San is staying with Xiao Wu."

He stroked his chin.

"How about... winning her over while I'm at it?"

At that thought, Yi Yun's smile grew even brighter.

His goals for this trip were clear: mess with Tang San and build a harem. He would grasp both firmly, with neither hand slacking.

As for whether he could succeed?

Heh, a level 99 Peerless Douluo hoodwinking an elementary schooler-wouldn't that be his for the taking?

Humming a little tune, Yi Yun continued on his way in excellent spirits.

Behind him, the setting sun stretched his shadow long, long across the ground.

At Nuoding Academy, Tang San was practicing the Mysterious Heaven Skill in his dormitory when he suddenly sneezed.

He rubbed his nose and frowned. "Why did I suddenly sneeze? Is someone talking about me?"

Beside him, Xiao Wu laughed. "Maybe that pretty little sister of yours misses you."

Tang San shook his head. "I don't have a little sister."

"Then some girl must have a secret crush on you!"

Tang San's face reddened slightly, and he lowered his head to continue cultivating.

What he did not know was that, several hundred kilometers away, a man was making his way toward him.

This man would change his life completely.