Although Xiao Jin controlled his strength well, the slap was still quite intimidating, leaving Xiao Yan dazed and disoriented, feeling as if his body had been shattered, with waves of pain coursing through him.
Then, Xiao Yan clearly saw the dark gold claw bear opposite him reveal a human-like look of disdain.
Too weak…
Xiao Yan:
"…"
He wanted to complain, but seeing that he was already outside the assessment area—out of bounds—he suppressed his resentment and slowly walked back to the rest area.
Whether he passed the assessment or not was another matter.
Several young girls surrounded him, their concerned tone making Xiao Yan feel a little better.
"Master Gong, this is it a pass?"
Many of the assessment teachers looked troubled.
Master Gong said that as long as Xiao Yan could last for one minute, he would pass, but this was probably less than five seconds.
But if they didn't pass, it would be because they had violated the rules first, letting in a soul beast comparable to ten thousand years old, which did not meet the assessment standards.
"That's too much. Those fourth-grade kids, even a group of Soul Masters couldn't have done much better against Little Jin," Elder Gong waved his hand dismissively.
He was just trying to teach this kid a lesson; why hold him back from the assessment?
"Basic score 100, combat skills 25,"
Elder Gong smacked his lips.
"Then I'll give him 125."
"130."
"134."
"..."
The teachers, in their brief discussion, arrived at the final score—131 points.
(Dai Huabin 145, full marks in basics, 45 in combat skills)
This kid's fighting spirit wasn't weak; he even dared to face the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear head-on, but unfortunately, he was beaten so badly he wouldn't even recognize his own parents.
As the results were announced,
Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but was also sullen.
He had clearly intended to kill beasts to prove his Dao; the thrill of tearing apart Soul Beasts and seeing their blood explode was simply too exhilarating, and he could also gain some popularity.
Could it be that his intentions had been seen through?
" I've been tricked by those despicable capitalists, it's painful."
"Want to go up and try?" Old Gong chuckled"
"It's not like I'm being assessed," Su Wen shrugged.
"You remember, old man, the food expenses for three pet beasts for half a month."
The subsequent matches weren't very interesting.
Most were three or four hundred-year-old soul beasts, and the fighting style was even more boring—a war of attrition.
Someone like Xiao Yan, who dared to charge head-on, was quite rare among the nearly one hundred participants.
Su Wen waved his hand and turned to leave.
"Don't worry, my grand arena doesn't need your food."
Old Gong snorted twice.
"You're so generous, why don't you just cover the next few decades?" Su Wen teased.
"Hmph~" Old Gong fell silent, focusing on watching the assessment.
...
Seagod Island.
Inside the Golden Tree House.
Su Wen sat cross-legged on the bed, playing with the black gold card Yan Shaozhe had given him earlier, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Nothing more he was poor.
He had over two million gold soul coins left in his account.
That amount was enough for an ordinary family of three to live a life of luxury for the rest of their lives, but for his three money-devouring beasts, it would probably only last a year or two.
Actually, he could ask the academy for money.
After all, the fact that he could live on Seagod Island already spoke volumes.
For example, Elder Lin of the Treasure Pavilion could provide him with a steady stream of funds simply by asking. However, he preferred to find some fun in his monotonous life.
Although he had already decided to send these guys to the Star Dou Great Forest or the neighboring Sunset Forest once they became stronger, he still needed to keep them around for now.
"Make some money?"
Su Wen pondered.
If there was one most popular way for transmigrators to make money in another world, it would be through everyday items like soap and paper.
But that wouldn't work in Douluo Continent.
With the widespread use of soul tools, this world, apart from its slightly Western fantasy style, wasn't much different from his previous life.
So, the only option was food.
Su Wen's eyes lit up.
Milk tea and ice cream, things that were popular worldwide in his previous life, were just so-so to him, but if they were transported to another world they might cause a stir.
The cuisine of Douluo Continent was a blend of East and West, but quite traditional, even beverages were rather rare, seemingly indifferent to culinary desires.
He had never encountered anything like ice cream before.
"How about give it a try?"
Making something with egg yolks and sugar requires some skill, but not much; it's something that can be experimented with.
As for various flavors of ice cream (milk tea), it's simply a matter of adding different fruits and vegetables to the above base.
He decided to give it a try; at worst, it would just be a bit of fun.
Su Wen clicked his tongue.
...
"Oh, a distinguished guest! What brings you to this old man's Treasure Pavilion? Are you short of money?"
On the top floor of the Treasure Pavilion,Su Wen sat opposite an elderly woman in white.
She wore a light blue patterned robe, which accentuated the Treasure Pavilion's grandeur.
Her face was warm, and she chuckled at Su Wen.
"Please don't tease me, I am indeed short of money."
Su Wen took a sip of tea; it was bitter and astringent.
He calmly put down the teacup.
The pretty maid behind the old woman covered her mouth and chuckled.
Su Wen sighed casually.
"But I'm not here to borrow money."
"Oh?" A hint of surprise flashed in the old woman's eyes.
She had been watching Su Wen closely, but this little guy knew that Jubaoge was a major player in Shrek Academy, with almost all of its funds circulating there.
It controlled 70-80% of the academy's revenue, and could easily provide him with tens of millions, let alone millions, for emergencies.
His soul beast was a veritable gold-eating beast, so much so that even the Grand Arena of the Bow and Dragon couldn't afford to support it.
If this little guy wasn't here to borrow money, what was he up to?
"I want to ask you for a piece of land in Shrek City, the more foot traffic the better," Su Wen continued.
"You want to earn money yourself?" The old woman smiled knowingly.
Letting this kid experience some setbacks was good.
"Shrek City has tens of millions of people, merchants from all over the world, and all the top forces have a presence here.
The city's daily revenue is tens of millions of gold soul coins, but whether you can actually pocket that money isn't so easy," the old woman said with a smile.
However, she didn't try to persuade him, speaking gently.
"Wen Lu, it just so happens that a shop on Third Street in Shrek East City has an expiring lease and will not be renewed.
Make sure they move out within three days, or they will face the consequences."
"Yes."
A young girl behind the old woman bowed slightly and turned to leave.
Su Wen smiled.
Shrek East City was home to the Treasure Pavilion.
Because of its proximity to Shrek Academy, the surrounding streets were lined with branches of famous merchants from across the continent, resulting in an incredibly high flow of people.
"Alright, the land is yours. May I ask what kind of business you'd like to do?" Old Lin asked with a smile.
"Drinks!"
Su Wen subconsciously took another sip of tea, wincing from the bitterness.
He really couldn't stand this stuff, or maybe he was just too old.
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