Chapter 1: Finally Breaking Free from the Drunken Douluo’s Control

Ding! The five-year period has concluded. The Spend Freely System has detected the host and is now binding to the host. Binding successful. The following task is issued—

Spend one million Gold Soul Coins within twenty-four hours. Reward: Divine-quality Martial Soul, Eight-span Soul Mirror.

What?

Tang Nianian, who was sweeping the floor, froze in place.

One million Gold Soul Coins?!

The money has been deposited into the host’s pocket. Please spend it in a timely manner. If the host fails to spend it within the allotted time, the Spend Freely System will deduct 999,999 from the host’s base funds. Countdown: twenty-three hours!

Whoosh!

Tang Nianian felt her pocket grow heavy, and the weight pulled her straight to the ground.

What the heck was this?

She reached into her pocket and, sure enough, felt the cold touch of gold—or rather, Gold Soul Coins.

Her pockets seemed like Doraemon’s magic pouch; no matter how long she dug, she couldn’t manage to empty out the so-called “one million Gold Soul Coins.”

Looking at the mountain of bagged coins piling up before her, Tang Nianian was dumbfounded.

Well, after five years in this world, she’d finally gotten her cheat.

That’s right, Tang Nianian wasn’t originally from this world.

She came from Blue Star, and after an accident, found herself in this world known as Douluo Continent, becoming the younger sister of the future child of destiny, Tang San, and the biological daughter of the Clear Sky Douluo and the Blue Silver Empress.

She had read the novel “Douluo Continent” before. At first, she was quite fond of Tang San; after finishing it, her feelings changed, so her own not-so-special identity didn’t feel particularly meaningful.

Besides, having lived here for five years, she’d been fending for herself and working since she could walk. Her drunkard father hadn’t cared for her at all.

Clear Sky Douluo, really? He might as well be called Drunkard Douluo.

She could finally appreciate how tough Tang San had it in this regard.

Tang Nianian despised this free-range style of parenting.

She wasn’t a “cluck, cluck, cluck” chicken, after all.

But now, with the system’s arrival, she could finally escape the fate of being under Drunkard Douluo’s thumb!

Standing atop a stone block, Tang Nianian could already picture how wonderful her future life would be.

The Spirit Hall, the Three Upper Sects—they would all fall at her feet!

“What are you doing?”

A rough, hoarse male voice sounded beside her. Tang Nianian paused and instinctively looked in its direction.

In front of the wooden hut stood a shabby man, dressed in worn clothes and sporting a stubbly face, holding a wine bottle as he stared at her.

His deep-set eyes looked lifeless, and his tone was indifferent: “Out of wine. Go get some more.”

A numbing life—how wonderful.

That was Tang Nianian’s verdict on the man.

This man was the legendary Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Nianian’s biological father in this world. Her living father, at least.

“Drink, drink, drink. That’s all you ever do!”

Tang Nianian tossed aside her broom, stepped forward, and took the wine bottle from Tang Hao.

He said nothing, simply turning back into the hut.

Seeing his attitude, Tang Nianian had the urge to smack him with a bag of coins.

Would flinging money at someone count as spending it?

At the village elder’s house—

Tang Nianian carried the wine bottle to see Old Jack.

Upon seeing her, the old man hurried over. “Nianian, I haven’t seen you in a few days—you’ve grown taller again.”

He smiled at her kindly, but upon noticing the bottle in her hand, his face fell. “That Tang Hao—sending you to fetch his wine again?”

Tang Nianian scratched her head and laughed. “Yes, Grandpa Jack. My father’s drunk and can’t go himself, so he sent me.”

Old Jack was furious, stamping his cane in frustration. “That Tang Hao!”

Tang Nianian quickly tried to smooth things over. “Don’t be angry, Grandpa Jack. My father’s just like that. No need to mind him!”

It wasn’t a rare occurrence, so she was long used to it.

Under someone else’s roof, you have to bow your head.

Old Jack looked at her with pity and sighed deeply. These two children had such a hard life!

There was no tavern in the village, so to buy wine you had to go to town. But Tang Hao always paid for his drinks, so Old Jack kept some in stock for him. He fetched two bottles and handed them to Tang Nianian, admonishing her, “You’re grown up now, Nianian. Don’t indulge your father too much. Drinking is bad for his health!”

“I know, Grandpa Jack. You nag too much!” Tang Nianian took the wine and, without another word, left his house.

She still needed to figure out how to spend her million Gold Soul Coins!

After setting the bottles on the table at home, Tang Nianian began plotting her spending spree.

She sat in the courtyard, legs swinging, face troubled.

A rough calculation told her that such a sum couldn’t possibly be spent in Saint Soul Village. She’d have to go to the nearby Notting City.

No time to waste; she’d best set out at once.

“System, teleport!”

Very well, host.

The Spend Freely System had all the standard system abilities, plus one more: an endless supply of money.

Tang Nianian knew another name for this kind of system.

Godly Spender.

Or perhaps, to be more accurate, a merciless tycoon.

After all, it was all about extravagance.

The system opened a portal, and Tang Nianian stepped through.

One second she was still in Saint Soul Village; the next, she was in Notting City.

Because the system’s main strength was money, its other functions were a bit lacking. For example, the teleportation could only reach nearby places—it couldn’t cover great distances.

Otherwise, Tang Nianian would have gone straight to Heaven Dou City.

Notting City wasn’t exactly bustling, but there were plenty of places to spend money.

She headed first to a high-end clothing boutique, intending to buy herself some fine clothes. The shop assistant, seeing a scruffy little kid, approached with a gentle smile. “Are you looking for your mother, little one?”

“No,” Tang Nianian shook her head, explaining, “I’m here to buy clothes.”

To buy clothes?

The assistant looked her up and down.

She wore coarse, patched linen, and plenty of it.

This was a luxury boutique—everything here cost a fortune.

Could this ragged kid possibly afford anything?

Noticing the assistant’s contemptuous gaze, Tang Nianian didn’t care. “I want to look around. Don’t block me.”

She brushed past the assistant and went inside.

Look down on me? Just wait—I’ll leave you speechless!

The assistant’s expression soured as she watched Tang Nianian’s back, muttering, “What a poser!”

A penniless brat daring to ignore her kindness—so much for being polite to poor customers.

“Someone, quick! There’s a thief in the shop!”