A Sucker Delivered to His Door

Seriously? Was this something a human being could do?

"You're not marrying her. Xue Qinghe is."

"Wouldn't that expose my identity? No! We agreed not to interfere with each other."

This was Qian Renxue's bottom line. She had spent so many years undercover in the Heaven Dou Empire; she couldn't expose herself over something like this.

After all, every additional person who knew meant another risk of exposure.

She understood Mo Lin's thinking, but she didn't want to take that risk.

As for the Star Luo Empire, Spirit Hall had other arrangements.

"I'm not discussing this with you. You have to do it."

"And here, what I say goes. You have no right to bargain with me."

His tone was indifferent. To him, what Qian Renxue thought didn't matter, nor did what Spirit Hall thought. Only what he thought mattered.

"You!"

Qian Renxue was furious. How could this man be like this?

"Stop making a fuss. She won't expose your identity unless she's tired of living."

"You're that certain? What if she does?"

It wasn't that Qian Renxue didn't believe Mo Lin. She simply couldn't feel at ease letting a complete stranger get involved.

"There is no 'what if.' I'm the one sending her. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility."

Mo Lin stopped working and looked up at Qian Renxue before continuing.

"If something unexpected happens, I'll step in and wipe out the Heaven Dou Imperial Family. Then you can just take over."

It was easy to resolve. He could simply sweep the whole lot away.

Once the Heaven Dou Empire's imperial family was gone, did it even need to be said who would get the empire?

Who cared whether she was the real crown prince? In this world, whoever had the biggest fist spoke the truth.

Resistance? Then he would just dispose of them too.

Listening to his wildly arrogant words, Qian Renxue fell silent. Only after a long while did she speak again.

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

She didn't understand why Mo Lin was doing this.

From beginning to end, she couldn't see what he truly thought. What exactly did he stand to gain?

"I don't really like war. A lot of people die, after all."

"I was born a commoner, so I have to think about those people."

Whether the Heaven Dou Empire fell had nothing to do with him, and he had no interest in who took that seat.

From beginning to end, there was only one thing he wanted to do: make life a little better for commoners wherever possible, without compromising his own interests.

That was all.

"You're the Angel God's successor. You should know very well how important the power of faith is to you."

"Starting a war won't do you much good. Let me give you a word of advice."

"Right now, you're human, not a god. You need to approach things from a human perspective."

Qian Renxue stared blankly at Mo Lin. She hadn't expected him to say these things to her.

Come to think of it, this seemed to be the most he had ever said at once since she had met him.

"So, you need them to provide you with faith?"

The moment Qian Renxue spoke, Mo Lin nearly lost his composure.

All that talking had been for nothing.

"I don't need faith, and I'm not interested in becoming a god. I simply don't like it. Understand?"

There weren't that many reasons, nor were there any lofty ideals.

He was just an ordinary man, even a selfish, self-serving petty man.

The world descending into chaos offered him no benefit whatsoever. He liked peace and quiet.

But if anyone dared deny him that peace and quiet, he would flip the table outright.

When that happened, no one would get to play anymore.

"That's it. If there's nothing else, you can leave."

Mo Lin directly showed her the door. He genuinely didn't want to talk to her too much.

His thinking ought to be measured against the Douluo Continent twenty thousand years in the future. In this era, there was a barrier to communication.

When words found no common ground, even half a sentence was too much. If he proclaimed "long live the people" before someone who believed gods reigned supreme, they would only think he was mad.

After seeing Qian Renxue off, Mo Lin slumped weakly into a seat nearby.

Looking at the empty shop, he smiled helplessly.

"Sure enough, I'm still an angry young man at heart."

He wanted to change the world, but was too lazy to deal with those troublesome relationships.

Spirit Hall's existence solved that problem perfectly.

It wasn't that it was particularly good. He was simply picking the tallest among a bunch of short people. There was no other choice.

"Sigh, another day without customers. Time to close up and go home for dinner."

But just as Mo Lin stood up, he saw Gu Rong enter his shop with Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin.

"Oh, busy, are you, young man?"

"Which eye of yours saw me being busy?"

Was there something wrong with this guy, showing up right on the dot?

"..."

Gu Rong choked on the retort, his words catching in his throat.

Seriously, what was with this kid today? Why was he being so rude?

"Hello, young man..."

"If you have business, get to it. Don't act familiar."

Still putting on an act? Let's see how long you can stand it.

A punching bag had delivered himself right to his door. Wouldn't it be a waste not to play with him?

The moment they stepped through the door, Mo Lin had already seen through their identities.

It seemed the Surveillance Devices he had sold Gu Rong last time worked well. They had come back for more, and as a group at that.

"Boy, is this how you do business?"

Standing beside Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin frowned. Setting their identities aside, they were at least customers, weren't they?

What kind of businessman treated customers like this?

"What the hell is it to you? Buy something or don't. Can't I run a shop for fun?"

He had only recently slaughtered a Titled Douluo in exchange for a hundred million Gold Soul Coins. Now there were two here, with a sect master from the Upper Three Sects thrown in. They ought to be worth at least two hundred million.

Honestly, perhaps he should simply work with Spirit Hall. A hundred million per Titled Douluo-they would presumably be quite willing to spend that money to hire him.

Especially the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which was practically dripping with wealth. If he disposed of these three, he would recoup far more than that.

"You!"

Chen Xin was lost for words. This was his first time meeting someone like this.

"All right, Uncle Chen, don't get worked up. It's perfectly normal for young people to have a bit of personality."

Ning Fengzhi took it in stride. In his eyes, Mo Lin was simply displaying youthful hotheadedness.

It was perfectly normal for capable people to have a temper, especially someone so young.

Unfortunately, he belonged to the Ye Family. Otherwise, poaching him for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would have been a good choice.

"Young man, I won't waste words either. I came here to buy things. I really liked the Soul Tools you sold Uncle Gu last time. I heard you made them all yourself, so I thought I'd come see whether you had anything else."

They had bought a thousand last time, spending ten million Gold Soul Coins.

That was an enormous sum anywhere.

But a thousand really wasn't quite enough for a large, structured sect like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. This time, he also intended to order more.

Of course, he also wanted to see whether there were any other products here. After all, this was a shop. Surely it couldn't sell only one kind of product.

Even tofu pudding came with a choice of flavors.

"No looking."

Mo Lin refused flatly.

Ning Fengzhi had just been about to move around and take a look when those words left him somewhat at a loss.

"No looking? Young man, that's not very reasonable, is it?"

Who stopped people from looking when they were shopping? Wasn't this blatant targeting?

"There's nothing unreasonable about it. This is my shop. I can do whatever I want. If you don't like it, leave. If that's not enough, you can even smash up my shop."

Damn it, this kid wasn't playing by the rules.

He hadn't provoked him, had he? Why did everything he said sound so aggressive?

Could he have seen through something?

But no sooner had that thought arisen in Ning Fengzhi's mind than Mo Lin's next words shattered it.