Let Him Keep His Dignity

Before his system appeared, Chen Mo had considered many plans for his future development.

Take the Spirit Hall route: sell out the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well occupied by Dugu Bo to Chrysanthemum Guan, get an Immortal Herb for himself once the deed was done, and from then on reach the pinnacle of life and marry...

Take the Dugu Bo route: tell him about the Immortal Herbs in exchange for one, and from then on reach the pinnacle of life and marry...

Take the Heaven Dou Empire route: the goal was an Immortal Herb...

Take the Star Luo Empire route: he still had to get an Immortal Herb first...

Take the three great sects route: the key was still an Immortal Herb...

Take the Tang San route: grovel before him, then beg him for an Immortal Herb. After that, follow him around as a veteran bootlicker. Finally, if he survived the great war, never mind becoming a god, reaching Titled Douluo at the very least shouldn't be a problem.

Honestly, of all these plans, Tang San was the easiest to approach and the easiest to suck up to. But even then, Chen Mo might not get an Immortal Herb. After all, even Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, who was closest to Tang San, hadn't gotten one. Chen Mo would be just a bootlicker. Was he worthy?

As for the other plans, they were actually even less feasible.

First, Chen Mo might know those important figures, but they wouldn't necessarily recognize him.

Second, even if the first condition was met, for those great powers to offend a Titled Douluo, he would have to tell them everything about what the Immortal Herbs could do.

If he was lucky, they would toss him something and send him on his way.

If he was unlucky, he would probably die on the spot.

Of course, in Chen Mo's view, the plan most likely to succeed was the Dugu Bo route.

First, find Dugu Bo, then tell him about the Immortal Herbs.

As for what happened afterward, he could only say it was fifty-fifty.

There was a fifty percent chance Dugu Bo would kill him to keep the information from getting out.

The other fifty percent was that Dugu Bo would keep his promise.

Fortunately, though, he had a system. He didn't have to wear himself out scheming this way and that all day.

Chen Mo couldn't help sighing with emotion.

Chen Mo looked at Tang San before saying, "You're Tang San, right? Honestly, whew... maybe it's because of my first impressions, but I don't have a very good impression of you. Still, for your father's sake, I won't lay a hand on you."

Tang San found it strange. Who were these people who had defeated Xiao Wu?

They seemed to know who he was, and they knew his father too.

But I don't think I've ever met them. Why do they have a bad impression of me?

Are they father's acquaintances?

Friends? Or-enemies?

At that moment, Tang San had too many questions running through his mind.

Tang San asked in confusion, "You know who I am? And you know my dad too? Are you my dad's friends?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment before answering in a flat tone, "You? Naturally, I know who you are. Your name is Tang San. In your previous life, you were an orphan taken in by the Tang Sect. Now you're still Tang San, the son of Tang Hao. As for your father, Tang Hao, naturally I know him."

Chen Mo silently added in his heart, It's just that Tang Hao doesn't know me.

Hearing Chen Mo so easily reveal Tang San's greatest secret,

Tang San could no longer maintain his calm, and his expression immediately turned to shit.

He immediately raised the Sleeve Arrow in his hand and pointed it at Chen Mo, asking, "Who exactly are you? How do you know all this? And what exactly are you after?"

Chen Mo looked at Tang San's raised little hand and frowned slightly.

Chen Mo said to Tang San in a somewhat icy tone, "You were an orphan in your previous life, with no one to teach you, so that was understandable. But in this life, you have a father. Didn't he ever tell you not to point a weapon at people for no reason? That's very ill-mannered of you, and I don't like it."

Hearing Chen Mo say that, Tang San's expression changed again.

He was both angry and surprised.

He was angry because he had been called ill-mannered, yet he really couldn't refute it. Was pointing a weapon at someone for no reason something a well-mannered person would do?

He was surprised because Chen Mo was so familiar with Tang Sect Hidden Weapons that, from a single movement, he had determined that Tang San's Hidden Weapon was already aimed at him.

Who exactly was he?

Why did he know so much about Tang San and the Tang Sect's things? Could he have come from that world too, just like Tang San?

If the other party hadn't very likely known about his origins, those words alone would already have given him a way to die. For now, though, the most pressing matter was to uncover the truth about his background.

With that thought, Tang San slowly lowered the Sleeve Arrow in his hand for the time being, but he remained on guard against Chen Mo and the others. Whether the Hidden Weapon in his hand or his Soul Skills, he could use them at any moment.

Tang San cupped his hands toward Chen Mo and replied respectfully, "I was rude just now. Senior, how do you know about me? If you could tell me, I would be endlessly grateful."

Chen Mo said with some derision, "Do I owe you an answer? You tell me to speak, and I have to speak?"

"You..."

Tang San was furious at that moment, but he also felt powerless.

He was furious because Chen Mo clearly knew his origins, yet wouldn't tell him.

He felt powerless because he himself most likely couldn't beat the other party.

Even so, no matter how strong the other party was, he had to get an answer, Tang San said silently in his heart.

Tang San said, "In that case, please forgive me for offending you, senior."

With that, Tang San prepared to make his move.

Chen Mo found it funny. Who on earth had given him the confidence to think he could fight him?

Chen Mo casually gave Lin Yaodong an instruction.

"Play with him for a bit. Just don't kill or cripple him. Of course, if he doesn't know what's good for him, you don't have to hold back anymore."

Lin Yaodong immediately released Xiao Wu and put her down.

Then he walked toward Tang San.

Xiao Wu had kicked him several times just now. Though he wouldn't be seriously hurt, it had been painful. More importantly, his big brother had seen his whole performance. Surely he'd lost quite a few points again.

Lin Yaodong understood perfectly what his boss had left unsaid.

Don't kill or cripple him: that meant that as long as he didn't kill or cripple him, he should beat him within an inch of his life.

If the other party doesn't know what's good for him, there's no need to hold back: that meant that if the other party didn't want to keep his dignity, he should help him keep it.

After that fight with Xiao Wu, Lin Yaodong still had pent-up anger in his heart.

As Lin Yaodong saw it, Xiao Wu was a young girl, after all, and he had felt awkward hitting her too hard. But with this boy before him, his boss had made his wishes so clear that he naturally had to do as his boss wanted.

Though Chen Mo disliked Tang San's character, Tang San was indeed strong when it came to soft power. In that respect, Lin Yaodong was indeed much more immature.

In fact, when it came to combat skills, even Chen Mo was certainly no match for him.

Unfortunately, no matter how powerful one's combat skills were, they were ultimately futile in the face of absolute strength.

Tang San could only struggle to hold on with his exquisite lightness skill and the various ingenious martial arts passed down from the Tang Sect.

After all, Lin Yaodong cultivated the Blood Refinement Master system just like Chen Mo, and this system was something of an anomaly even among body-refining systems.