Five hundred gold soul coins wasn't an amount that Tang San couldn't afford, but he and Xiao Wu were about to take the entrance exams for Shrek Academy. Once they got in, they would need money for all sorts of things. He had no idea how much the tuition fees at Shrek Academy were. He couldn't let his own problems affect their chances of getting into the academy. After all, this time around, they wouldn't be able to get a waiver on their tuition fees as work-study students.

  He took a reluctant glance at the polluted crystal, and Tang San silently sighed, thinking that he could only look for another opportunity in the future. He then headed towards the outside.

  "If you're leaving because of a lack of money, I can take 200 gold coins from you first and the rest can be paid slowly. Just pay 10 each month, but with a 10% interest rate."

  Xiao Wu found herself hating Jian Shang's loud voice, "Jian Shang, why don't you just die? You're like a hand reaching out from the bottom of a coffin, begging for money."

  Xiao Wu was prone to acting on impulse, but Tang San wasn't one to act impulsively. After hearing the middle-aged man's words, he was slightly taken aback in his heart. Paying ten gold coins every month? Did he know that I'm a Soul Master of the Great Soul level? Otherwise, why could he have guessed my income so accurately?

  Tang San could be certain that during the previous process, the middle-aged man had not released even a hint of soul power. It was impossible for him to come and investigate his and Xiao Wu's soul power intensity. If he could still guess their martial soul levels in such a situation, then this person was too frightening.

  If Dài Mùbái gives him a sharp and piercing feeling, then this middle-aged man who appears to be a simple businessman is actually unfathomable.

  Tang San grasped Xiao Wu's shoulder, shaking his head at her to signal that she shouldn't act rashly. He himself walked back into the store and stood before the middle-aged uncle, saying "Deal."

  "Little San——" Little Wu called out in dissatisfaction. Tang San shook his right hand behind him, signaling her not to speak.

  The middle-aged man's eyes finally opened again, and he happened to see Tang San at close range. His gaze fell on Tang San's waist, "Huh, where did you get this belt from?"

  Tang San's heart moved slightly, "It was given to me by my teacher. Do you recognize this waistband?"

  The middle-aged man sat up from the recliner, looking at the Twenty-four Bridges of Moonlight on Tang San's waist, with a strange light flickering in his eyes, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

  "You're not thinking of changing the price again, are you?" Little Dance poked her head out from behind Tang San's back with a bad attitude.

  The middle-aged man's eyes cleared of their oddity, "You're actually his disciple. Take that crystal with you."

  Tang San secretly let out a breath of relief, his right hand wiping the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlit Night as he took out two bags of gold coins and handed them to the middle-aged man. "From now on, I'll send over ten gold coins every week."

  The middle-aged man waved his hand and lay back on the recliner, "No need, Crystal has already given it to you. It wasn't anything valuable anyway. You all go ahead, don't disturb my sleep."

  Send? Tang San was stunned for a moment, the difference between this middle-aged man's previous and current attitude was too great. Previously, he was asking for an exorbitant price, but now he actually wanted to give it away as a gift. Subconsciously, Tang San already understood that this seemingly cunning middle-aged man should be acquainted with his master.

  While Tang San was deep in thought, Xiao Wu had already taken the crystal and held it in her arms without any politeness. "Little Three, let's go, lest some people regret it again."

  Tang San looked at her with a mixture of laughter and tears, saying: "How can we just take someone else's things? Sir, you'd better name a price."

  The middle-aged man swung back in his hammock, this time without saying a word, completely ignoring him.

  Tang San looked at the crystal in Xiao Wu's arms, then at the middle-aged man. If it were up to his usual temperament, he would definitely not want this crystal. However, this crystal was too important for him now. If he missed this opportunity and someone else bought it, he might regret it for the rest of his life.

  All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and in the end, he quietly put down the two bags of golden soul coins on the ground before leaving the store with Xiaowu.

  Only after the two had left did the middle-aged man open his eyes again, the sly look on his face disappearing as he muttered to himself: "His disciple has actually come to Soto City at this time with such a powerful soul. It seems they're headed for Shrek Academy. Master, master, you can't hide from me this time?"

  As they left the strange shop, Xiaowu couldn't help but ask: "Xiao San, why do you have to have this crystal? I've never seen you so eager to get something before. The quality of this crystal is so poor, what use can it be to you?"

  Tang San took the crystal from Xiao Wu's hand, and while no one was paying attention, he quickly put it into his Twenty-Four Bridge Moonlit Night. He pulled up Xiao Wu's hand and said, "Let's go, let's head back to the hotel first."

  The two didn't even have lunch, and Tang San hastily brought Xiao Wu back to the hotel. At this time, his mood was extremely excited, and his palm was already covered with a layer of sweat as he held Xiao Wu's hand.

  Xiao Wu usually makes some noise, but once Tang San becomes serious, she becomes very obedient and follows him back to the Rose Hotel.

  Locking the door, Tang San quickly pulled up all the curtains around and said, "Come, follow me to the bedroom."

  Xiao Wu inexplicably followed him into the bedroom, Tang San pulled up the curtains and closed the door, his excitement could no longer be concealed. His expression revealed a few hints of infatuation, a faint blush appeared on his face.

  Xiao Wu subconsciously pulled at her own collar, a thought flashing through her mind - he wouldn't be infected by the hotel's atmosphere and go wild, would he? No, definitely not, he was only twelve years old. What was she thinking? He was her brother, how could she have such a dirty thought.